HP: Slytherin disguise

"Professor Dumbledore!"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when Dumbledore finally appeared.

"Um…"

Dumbledore sat down with a tired look on his face.

He was no longer willing to say anything.

See this.

It’s hard for others to speak out either.

I had to calm down...

Staring at Dumbledore who was already seated.

Mr. Garcia's expression had begun to change.

It seems vaguely.

He had already noticed something was wrong.

really.

After a while, Gonzalez walked in with a look of uneasiness and eagerness.

He walked around to the side of his chair.

He bent down and said: "President, something happened..."

Gonzalez spoke hesitantly, fearing he might get angry.

This makes Mr. Garcia.

More uneasy.

"what happened?"

His tone became colder.

Gonzalez did not reply directly, but straightened up and motioned for him to look up.

He raised his head in surprise.

Then he saw Draco, who had just been forcibly held down by two senior executives and brought in.

The boy's long, silky hair was disheveled, and the white shirt on his upper body was particularly messy, bearing traces of struggle. His exposed snow-white skin was covered with bruises and bruises.

Seriously, it's already bleeding.

Dye a white shirt red.

There was a crazy smile on that delicate face, with dark eyes.

whole person.

They all exude a dangerous atmosphere that makes people uncomfortable.

It's not hard to be sure, if he were given a wand now.

How many people will die at the scene...

The snow-white gloves of the two senior executives were also stained with blood.

After they come in.

To prevent Draco from suddenly going insane.

Just use force directly.

Push him to his knees.

"what happened!!"

Mr. Garcia, who was still sitting, stood up immediately.

The cold expression disappeared.

Instead, there was an unprecedented level of annoyance.

"Who allowed you to touch him?"

"Albus Dumbledore!"

Mr. Garcia can barely maintain his serious, righteous image anymore.

Pointing at Dumbledore.

I wish I could order someone to take him down now.

To avenge Draco, who was covered in wounds and obviously mentally disturbed.

"President!"

"President, don't be angry..."

...

Someone came forward in an instant.

Stopped Mr. Garcia, afraid that he would really get angry.

Snapped--

"roll!"

As a senior executive was slapped away.

The entire courtroom fell silent.

seem.

I felt that Mr. Garcia was really angry this time.

Sitting across from each other were senior officials from the Ministry of Magic of various countries.

They all quickly got up and stood up.

Be prepared to back off at all times.

For fear of being affected a little bit.

"President! They are all human beings!"

Gonzalez was startled and quickly reminded Mr. Garcia to pay attention.

Although everyone is doing one thing on the surface and another behind the scenes.

But you should put on a serious and righteous image.

Still have to pretend.

"It's not me, it's the Soul Eater."

Dumbledore looked up and finally said something to lighten the atmosphere.

Compared to Mr. Garcia.

His mood was not much different.

"The Soul Eaters in Azkaban are rioting."

"And he gave up his wand."

"He's been crazy since he left Azkaban."

After whispering this amazing result.

Dumbledore said nothing more.

The old face was full of exhaustion.

In a place where no one could see, a flash of pain flashed in his eyes...

Chest rises and falls slightly.

Mr. Garcia's expression changed again and again.

Only after Gonzalez frequently whispered reminders did he withdraw the murderous intent on his face.

With a sharp look in his eyes.

Also hide it.

Slowly sit back on the seat.

He raised his hand to signal the people around him to return to their positions.

And his face also returned to indifference.

Just a little reluctantly...

"The second trial...the second trial...opens..."

Repeated several times.

Mr. Garcia said with forced indifference: "Let's get started."

The old wizard stood up tremblingly.

If you cry out in your heart, you shouldn’t be the chief judge.

"Mr. President, since it is just as Dumbledore said."

"There's a riot in Azkaban."

"As a result, the British Minister of Magic has mental problems."

"Should the outcome of the trial be changed?"

at this time.

A Frenchman stood up.

He expressed his opinions loudly in fluent English.

He is the Chief Jury of the French Ministry of Magic.

Sitting not far from the chairman's seat.

"President..."

The old wizard could only look back and seek Mr. Garcia's meaning.

"Let him speak."

Mr. Garcia lowered his head, his face gloomy.

I don't dare to look at Draco now.

He thought that during this meeting, he would see the young man's sweet and cute smile, but also his sadness and dissatisfaction, and he would act coquettishly towards him.

But I didn't expect it.

final result.

It will be so.

For a moment, Mr. Garcia almost wanted to destroy Azkaban.

Investigate the Soul Eater uprising.

But he ended up.

He held back forcefully.

Now, what he should do is...

"Please continue."

The old wizard quickly looked at the French chief jury and motioned for him to continue speaking.

There was no time to care at all.

He didn't even have a chance to say that the trial would begin.

Everything started right away…

The French chief juror glanced at his deputy minister.

Then he said directly:

"Although the British Minister of Magic is a Death Eater, we all learned during the last trial that he did not join the Death Eater camp voluntarily."

"Besides, he 'didn't' do anything extremely sinful."

"Killed."

"Just a Prisoner of Azkaban."

"The Ministry of Magic personnel and innocent Muggles died only after being accidentally affected."

"We can't do it by accident."

"And it's cruel to imprison an underage genius wizard."

"He still has a long road ahead!"

"My suggestion is to give him a lighter punishment and give him a chance to make a new start."

After a long talk.

He directly described a dark wizard who had committed a heinous crime and said in just a few words that his crime would not lead to death.

Even got it.

The wizards sitting in the auditorium nodded frequently in agreement.

this time.

There are no irrelevant wizards in the courtroom.

They are all people from the International Federation of Wizards and the Ministry of Magic of various countries.

It's hard to disagree with him.

Completely ignoring Dumbledore and his party.

When they don't exist.

"certainly--"

The French chief juror changed his words and said righteously: "This only represents my personal opinion!"

Nodding, the French Deputy Minister of Magic.

Raise your hands in immediate agreement.

Give him a round of applause.

Others in the French Ministry of Magic also smiled and said nothing, and raised their hands to applaud, indicating that they also agreed.

"Why!"

"He killed someone! Killed someone!"

"He led Voldemort's resurrection!

"Kill Cedric!"

"He even sent Soul Eaters to take away the lives of Fred and George!"

Harry almost felt like the sky was falling. Looking at the hypocritical faces of those people, he felt cold all over.

It was like falling into an ice cave.

So powerless...

Why is this happening?

Why can the culprit who killed someone not be punished?

"I don't believe he's crazy!"

"impossible!"

Harry stood up and pointed at Draco, who had already been pulled up.

Yelling like crazy.

There was dead silence in the courtroom.

Everyone looked at him with questioning and disdainful eyes.

There may be a look of indifference on his face.

Or ridicule.

Most of all, I am impatient...

"You're angry, poor little boy."

"Sirius told me that he wanted you to stay with him."

"You can't go, you'll scare him..."

"How could he agree to you..."

...

Draco, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly raised his head and said something incomprehensible.

Talking to himself.

Struggling to break free.

The young voice was a little hoarse, and the fair little face showed a bright smile for a while, and then showed a blank expression.

And his struggle will only hurt himself.

A strangled neck.

Already due to violent movements.

And the bleeding marks come from...