Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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It's just that Professor McGonagall's brows are still frowning. She seems to be very dissatisfied with this skip procedure, and has already felt some abnormalities. This does not seem to be a fair trial.

"The client was not present last time, but not long ago, he actively found us and asked for clarification of the truth." A strong female voice rang in the courtroom.

Scrimgeour's brows were also frowned. As someone who was not bought, he was quite sensitive.

"I think the word surrender is better." He stood up and said.

"Draco hasn't been convicted yet! Not a criminal, and he is not an adult!" Narcissa immediately stood up and retorted.

"Some people are inherently evil and have nothing to do with age." Scrimgeour retorted viciously.

Then he glared at Lucius not far away with his fierce gaze, "Of course, it is not ruled out that it is genetic."

"Presumptuous!" Lucius squeezed his wand and immediately stood up from his seat.

"Quiet!" A serious female voice interrupted the upcoming dispute.

"This is the courtroom, not the market stall in Diagon Alley."

It was Ms. Bones, a staid middle-aged woman who basically handed over the task to her after Umbridge announced the court.

"We might as well listen to what the person said." She continued.

Malfoy cherished words like gold, and said a word in a deep tone: "Imperial Curse."

"Oh, it's so clean, it looks exactly like his old man." Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

But the people around obviously didn't think so. They nodded their heads, showing an expression like this, as if they thought this statement was already very convincing.

The smile on Scrimgeour's face narrowed, and his fists were squeezed.

"Who cast this spell on you? Barty Crouch Jr. was arrested when you were holding Miss Delacour." Scrimgeour said every word.

"I don't know. When I regained consciousness, I only found myself drowsy in the wild. My previous consciousness had been hazy." Malfoy said in a calm tone.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it? Anyone can use this excuse to get rid of the crime." He laughed.

But it seems that no one agrees with him.

Most of them nodded in approval.

Scrimgeour's thick eyebrows wrinkled tightly together.

"The Malfoys have expressed their deep apologies to Miss Delacour in order to get their understanding. Now she is in the best ward of St. Mungo Hospital." Umbridge interjected.

The jurors in the audience started talking again.

"As a victim, I still show concern for the innocent people implicated by him, even if it is not his responsibility." Umbridge took the lead and applauded.

Professor McGonagall's brows furrowed tighter, and this deliberate orientation really couldn't satisfy her.

"How do you think that the mysterious man would choose an underage student to realize his plan? Isn't that ridiculous?" Umbridge continued interjecting.

"Then first ask his father if he set a good example for him." Scrimgeour shrugged.

"I will file a new lawsuit after this trial is over to sue you for libel." Lucius stood up excitedly.

"Then I wait."

"Your left arm must have the Dark Mark!" A thin man beside Scrimgeour stood up suddenly, apparently he had been instructed by him before, and asked Malfoy.

A satisfied smile appeared on Scrimgeour's face.

It's just that he didn't expect that the reason for the "Imperial Curse" was actually enough to shirk all responsibilities.

And he didn't know that this person had been bought.

At this time, Lucius also showed a relaxed look on his face, everything was moving in the direction he needed, and he sat back in his seat.

Malfoy on the trial bench heard this and immediately rolled up the sleeve of his left arm.

The upper part of the arm is very clean, there is nothing.

What is surprising is that the seemingly thin body and thin arms actually contain a lot of power, but the muscles on the arms are not the strong appearance of a bodybuilder, but converge into smooth lines.

"There are many magics to disguise." The man's tone was stagnant, his eyes condensed, and he continued to question.

"I apply to summon Mr. Mad-eye Moody for verification!" the man said loudly.

"I second. Mr. Moody was also one of the witnesses in the last trial. He has every reason to show up." Scrimgeour immediately agreed.

Moody's magic eye can see through almost all disguise, and even the Supreme Invisibility Cloak, one of the three sacred artifacts, will be sensed by his eye.

From outside the gate, he dragged his lame leg and walked in with a sway, the azure blue magic eye seemed to jump out of his eye socket at any time.

Narcissa, on the other hand, was deeply relieved, her eyelids closed, her subconscious attachment leaned her head on her husband's shoulder, and Lucius also held her shoulders, constantly relieved.

Mad-Eye Moody slowly passed the jurors on both sides of the seat, walked down the stairs, and finally came to Malfoy, carefully looking at the student with his eyes.

The gaze in Malfoy's gray eyes kept staring at them, as if his frightening magic eyes did not exist.

"A treacherous kid." Moody was full of hostility towards him, his hoarse voice revealed.Then he moved his gaze down to his arm.

Just a quick glance and Moody came to a conclusion.

"There is no mark on it." He then said coldly.

Scrimgeour only realized that something was wrong at this time, tilted his head and looked at his men. At this time, he lowered his head silently without saying a word.

Before Malfoy's eyes, the jury members on the left and right began to whisper again.

Every whispered discussion is a shift of position.

Scrimgeour immediately looked at the man next to him, and his expression became a little stiff at this time.

"I think the scene is very clear now, right?" Umbridge squeezed his throat, said in a sharp tone, raised his fingers, and made a look like he was sure to win.

"I think you can vote. Please raise your hands if you think Mr. Draco Malfoy is innocent."

Soon, hands that only symbolized innocent conclusions continued to rise from the stage.

Only a few people did not raise their hands.

The ending is obvious.

"Very well, kid, you'd better not show your feet." Scrimgeour finally said viciously, and led his men out of the courtroom dingy.

"Well, I officially announce that Mr. Draco Malfoy will be released in court! Return to school another day."

The jury members dressed in red robes stood up one after another at this time, applauding spontaneously.

"Great, Draco!" Almost immediately, Narcissa stood up from the bench, drove down the steps step by step, rushed to her son's body, and embraced him.

Professor McGonagall, sitting in the middle row, also slowly got up and walked in front of him.

"Mr. Malfoy, I think you can start the arrangements for returning to school, and if you want to apply for OWL.s deferment, please as soon as possible, you are already behind a lot of courses." Professor McGonagall used a kind of official business. Said in a public tone.

"Yes, yes." Narcissa nodded repeatedly.

"I have all your textbooks ready, and I can go to class anytime, Draco." Narcissa wiped the corners of her eyes and said with satisfaction.

The items he left in the dormitory before have been thoroughly checked out once.

After confirming that there are no dangerous goods, he has now been moved back to his home.

"Okay, Mom, but I don't think I need to postpone the exam." Malfoy said to her mother, then turned and bowed to Professor McGonagall, explaining clearly.