My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 75

Dumbledore and Nelson's eyes met in the air, and they separated quickly. Nelson didn't know if Dumbledore saw him, because Dumbledore didn't wear glasses at the moment, but chose to have his twinkles that seemed to be able to shine. The penetrating blue eyes showed through.

　　 Nelson rubbed his eyes, and suddenly found that the central high-back chair and the jury box on the first floor were suddenly full of people.

The silver-robed old wizard who calmed the audience walked to the center and top seat of Wiesengarmore, facing Dumbledore. He looked down at the dossier, and the silver wire fell down, and the silver wizard The robes are joined together and become the only shining light source in the court at dusk.

　　 After a while, he lifted his head, like an old lion without anger.

　　 "Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore, is it me?" Under the blessing of the spell, his voice echoed throughout the forest.

　　 The clerk next to him trot to the jury box. Nelson took a closer look. It was Albus's younger brother Aberfors Dumbledore. He trot back soon and said something to the old wizard.

　　 He nodded, picked up the hammer at hand, and tapped it lightly, and the clear sound echoed in the stadium.

　　 "Albus Dumbledore, I am about Ernest Shafik, the presiding judge in your murder of Muggle Alex Kabusta, are you ready for trial?"

"I'm ready." Dumbledore stood straight at the lecture table. His voice was not boosted by magic, but because of the unique architectural structure and the silent environment in the auditorium, it was enough to reach any audience. By the way, it seemed that he was not here to be tried, but to give a speech.

　　 "Very well," Judge Shafik struck the gavel, "I announce that the trial of Albus Dumbledore in Wiesengarmo's alleged murder of Muggles is officially open."

　　 Dumbledore nodded expressionlessly, only the messy beard on his chin could vaguely see his haggardness.

　　 "Albus Dumbledore, do you need legal aid?"

"I do not need."

　　 "Okay, first of all, on September 11, you surrendered to the British Ministry of Magic and confessed to the murder of Muggle Alex Cabusta. Is it true?"

　　 "It is true."

　　 There was an uproar in the audience.

　　 "Quiet!" Judge Shafik struck the gavel, and the whole meeting immediately became quiet. He then asked, "Is there any coercion, seduction, or Imperius curse?"

　　 "It doesn't exist," Dumbledore shook his head, "I killed the Muggle myself. You can send a commissioner to check my wand with the flashback curse. It has a record of using the killing curse recently."

The noise in the audience increased. The lady next to Nelson opened her mouth in disregard of her image. Everyone was shocked by the truth that Dumbledore confessed. People could hardly imagine the famous, benevolent and great Dumbledore. It's actually a killer to Muggles.

　　 "Adjournment!" Judge Shafik knocked the gavel again, then hurriedly walked out of his seat, and followed his assistant to check the wand.

The auditorium became noisy again, this time the noise intensified, and even turned into an unusual farce. The more angry audience took out their wands and shot Dumbledore, but they were all blocked by the barrier of the trial bench and saw the curse. Ineffective, some people even got rocks, tomatoes, and rotten eggs and threw them at the trial bench. The Aurors who maintained order had to surround themselves and put up the iron armor curse, but the abusive words, vicious curses, and even angry emotions could not be blocked by those protective curses anyway. In just an instant, Dumbledore almost fell into it. An enemy of the world.

　　 "Why do they suddenly love Muggles so much?" Tom smiled self-deprecatingly, and whispered in Nelson's ear, "I have never seen them kill a Muggle before."

"They are just venting. If Dumbledore is not standing there, of course they would not dare to do this." Nelson shook his head. "But as long as they are large enough, and stand on the moral high ground, stand in a more powerful position, they He even dared to insult Merlin."

　　 "The clown hugs together." Tom sneered.

"It's just because it was a Muggle who died this time," Nelson laughed. "If it is a magical animal, such as a eagle with wings, such as a tree guard, they will also stand on the moral high ground. Those who criticize the murderer from the top--even some people don't have any attitude, let alone any position or attitude. They just hear the people around them attacking, so they follow the attacks, the people around them praise, and they follow the praise."

　　 "Yeah." Tom nodded thoughtfully. "They really make me sick."

"Besides, they may not have such a chance in their lifetime to drag people like Dumbledore into the water." He nodded again. "Although I don't have the ability to crawl out of the stinking ditch, I still have the ability to spit into the sky. "

Tom did not lower his voice here. These words were understood by the lively audience around him. When Tom raised his head, they found that these people only dared to anger at him, and did not want to communicate at all. They were afraid that they would appear more Stupid, Tom nodded again. He felt that most of the ordinary wizards were just paper tigers, and even he could easily manipulate their thoughts and play with their behavior.

　　 "They really make me sick." He repeated again, then looked around, and raised his lips triumphantly.

After a while, Judge Shafik returned to the main seat, sighed, shook his head, and slowly said after maintaining order: "The flashback curse test on the wand has been completed. The fact that the killing curse was cast recently is true. You should state your case."

"Okay." Dumbledore raised his freely movable hands, straightened his neckline in a shackled gesture, and then said, "On September 2nd, I returned to London to deal with some personal affairs, and then the next day. Encountered that Muggle."

"On September 3rd, I killed him in a pub named'Trocca's Pub' in West London. This was a deliberate decision made by me completely out of control," Dumbledore shook his head. "In two days Earlier, the Muggle regime in Germany launched a war against Poland. In a very short period of time, the Muggle regime in Poland lost their homeland, and the Muggle I killed came out of a kind on the day I heard the news. The extremely unbelievable reason was that he was a patriot and wanted to avenge the Germans for his country-and then killed another Muggle in an extremely cruel way, and that Muggle was killed simply because he was Germans, so they were brutally murdered on the street."

"What's more terrifying is that there is no repentance in his heart. He is a heinous person who has committed many evil deeds, but at least he will repent and reflect on the theft of many years ago when facing the gods of his faith. Crime, but there is only numbness in his heart, killing an innocent passerby is not guilty to him, even if he does not know whether he is referring to a saint or a demon, as long as he is The Germans are just fine."

　　 After Dumbledore said these words, the audience fell into a long silence. The audience was afraid that there was such an incredible person in the world.

"So when I learned about this, I killed him." Dumbledore nodded and said, "I really can't bear such a person living in the world, maybe even because of the negligence of the Muggle police and Muggle laws. His kindness allowed him to get away with it, so I ended up with him."

　　 The audience sat quietly in place, and some even applauded Dumbledore's behavior.

"I have the ability to kill him silently, or hide his body after I killed him on impulse, but I don't. I don't think I have the power to judge a person and execute the sentence, so I do After all this, he chose to surrender." He suddenly raised his head, looked at the platform to the south, and said loudly, "I want you to understand that even Albus Dumbledore will make mistakes like this, and these mistakes may be It's very serious, but people cannot completely control themselves and their emotions~www.mtlnovel.com~ surrendering is my choice. I am willing to bear the bitterness of my mistakes instead of secretly swallowing them." His eyes seemed to light up, with a loud voice, "I only hope that you, these innocent people, especially in such a special period, will face yourself even more. This world is just!"

　　 "Never punish yourself with others' mistakes!"

"Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore!" Judge Shafik called out Dumbledore's full name in an unpleasant tone, struck the gavel hard, and questioned. "Does your last statement have anything to do with the case?"

　　 "It's related." Dumbledore stood straight at the lecture table, and the noise in the audience grew louder.

　　 "Quiet! Quiet!" Judge Shafik kept knocking on the gavel and shouted, "Here is the verdict of Wisengamo:"

　　 "Let's go, it's boring." Nelson stood up, making the people behind him unhappy. "I don't want to look."

　　 "Huh?" Tom raised his head, followed him out of the arena, and Judge Shafik's sentence sounded behind him.

　　 "Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore, Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, holder of the second-level badge of the Merlin Order..."

　　 "What's wrong, Gnar?" Tom followed up and asked.

　　 "It's nothing," Nelson curled his lips, "I feel the verdict of Wissengamer is really boring."

　　 "... Killing... illegal... Unforgivable curse... bad influence..."

　　 "Indeed," Tom nodded, then looked at the edge of the forest ahead, "Do you think that person looks like a senior sister?"

　　 "...recover the badge...stop teaching...until you admit it..."

Chapter end