Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 30 Wisengamo

St. Mungo Hospital.

Lucius was telling two Aurors about his family's tragic past.

"Murphy Darkholme! It was him! He used Fiendfyre and some kind of explosive dark magic to blow up my house! My family and I almost died. And my unfortunate friends all perished in the flames!"

"He's a ruthless dark wizard! You must bring him to justice!"

He was vehemently accusing his enemies when he looked up and saw Scrimgeour enter the ward with four or five Aurors, followed by Murphy Darkholm.

Ok?

Why did the Aurors act so quickly?

I haven't even finished presenting my grievances, and the criminal has already been arrested and brought to justice?

"Scrimgeour, he..."

"Lucius. Let's talk about this in court."

"..."

Lucius was a little puzzled; the Aurors' efficiency today was rather unusual.

He stood up, only to see two Aurors approach and stand on either side of him. One of the Aurors said, "Hand over your wand."

Lucius was baffled. "Why are you taking my wand, I'm the plaintiff?"

"Scrimgeour, what's going on? What do you mean? Didn't you ask me to testify in court?"

Scrimgeour glared at him coldly. "Lucius, you are accused of being a Death Eater and engaging in dangerous activities. You must come with us."

"What?"

Lucius was a little confused.

Death Eaters?

That was so long ago!

The trial ended a long time ago!

"According to the Purge Act, all Death Eater suspects, even those initially proven innocent, can have their trials reopened if new evidence emerges. Lucius, come with me, your trial has resumed!"

……

Wisengamo Court.

Looking at the three layers of wizards filling the entire courtroom, Murphy suddenly felt that things might have gone a little too far this time.

In fact, he was right. For a typical wizarding trial, only one-third of the Wizengamo members needed to be present, while for major cases, more than half needed to be present. However, when it came to purges, all members had to be present unless there were very special circumstances.

Lucius was now locked in a steel cage of thorns in the very center. He looked quite frightened and was filled with anxiety.

It seems that the first trial must have left him with quite a severe psychological scar.

So it seems that my report wasn't entirely useless after all.

After everyone was seated, they waited in silence for a while. Suddenly, a patch of space not far in front of Murphy distorted, and then a tall figure appeared in front of him.

The man wore a topped hat and a blue wizard's robe adorned with glittering little stars.

"I'm so sorry everyone, I'm late. Some things at school took a little longer than expected. Shall we begin now?"

Murphy listened to the familiar voice with some astonishment, feeling a million curses running through his mind.

Merlin's dog egg!

How could I not have thought of him?!

Dumbledore!

He's the chief mage of Wizengamot!

How could he possibly miss such an occasion?!

After more than half a year, seeing the kind headmaster again, Murphy did not feel the same sense of security he had when he was at school. Instead, he couldn't help but feel nervous. After all, he was going to tell a lot of lies, and the person in front of him, even if he wasn't the smartest in the entire wizarding world, was at least in the top five.

This is Dumbledore!

Whether in his past or present life, he is synonymous with wisdom and power.

You would never want to be the enemy of someone like that.

But today, Murphy really has to fool most of the people present.

"Rufus, you mentioned new evidence in your letter..." Dumbledore said, turning around and glancing at Murphy. He hesitated for a moment, but quickly continued, "Could you show it to us?"

"Let the provider of the evidence, Mr. Murphy Darkholm, present it himself."

With that, Scrinker gestured for Murphy to come forward.

Taking a deep breath, Murphy tried to calm himself down.

Fuck him!

do not care!

Now that things have come to this, even if Voldemort is right in front of us, we have no choice but to go for it!

His gaze hardened instantly, and he walked to the podium next to the judge's bench and stood there.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Murphy Darkholm."

"You may not have met me, but many of you here are probably familiar with my parents."

"Yes, they are all Death Eaters."

The wizards in their crimson robes began to whisper among themselves.

But Murphy didn't care. "Because of them, I had a lonely childhood; because of them, I was bullied at school; because of them, I was always poor."

"However, I don't blame them. They are utterly wicked, they deserve what they got, and they have already paid the price for their actions."

However, not all evildoers have been punished.

"This man! Lucius Malfoy!" Murphy pointed to Lucius in the thorn cage. "He's a Death Eater like my parents! But he escaped trial! He's committed countless evils, yet he slipped through the net! Today I'm here to expose his true nature!"

"What evidence do you have that he is a Death Eater?" someone in the dock immediately asked.

“I have two pieces of evidence,” Murphy said, pulling a letter from his pocket. “I found a secret letter in the old house.”

"This is a letter from a Death Eater to my father, Sanders Darkholm. It was this man who invited my father, recruited him, and promised him, 'When that great man rules all, we will become his right-hand men, gaining power and wealth that no one has ever enjoyed before!'"

"Please look, everyone." Murphy unfolded the letter. "This is the letter, and it's signed LM. Lucius Malfoy!"

"Liar! Liar!" Lucius roared. "I never wrote such a letter! Your vermin father is not worth my time!"

A judge took the letter from Murphy and passed it around among the people.

At this point, Murphy produced a second letter. "I knew you wouldn't admit it so easily, but you should at least admit that you wrote this letter, shouldn't you?"

Murphy unfolded the second letter, which contained only a few brief words urging repayment. However, at the end, just like the first letter, it was addressed to LM.

"This..." Lucius stammered nervously, "It's just that I lent Sanders two hundred Galleons and he needs to pay me back! What does that prove?"

"Firstly, this shows that my father and you have a good relationship; otherwise, why would you lend him two hundred gallons? Secondly, this letter was written by you personally. Just by comparing the handwriting of the two letters, we can tell whether the first letter was written by you."

With that, Murphy handed the second letter to the judge, instructing him to continue circulating it.

"That proves nothing!" Lucius roared. "The letter is fake! The handwriting is forged! A copying charm! Yes, it must be a copying charm!"

“A copying spell wouldn’t work, Mr. Lucius,” Murphy said. “Besides, how could you forge the letter’s material, the signs of age from years of wear, and the handwriting that’s exactly like yours?”

(End of this chapter)