Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

It's just that Professor McGonagall's brows were still frowning at this time. She seemed very dissatisfied with this skipping procedure, and she had already felt some abnormalities. It seemed that this would not be a fair trial.

"The client of the last time was not there, but not long ago, he took the initiative to find us and asked to clarify the truth." A strong female voice rang in the courtroom.

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

"I think it's better to use the word surrender," he said, standing up.

"Draco, he hasn't been convicted yet! He's not a criminal, and he's underage!" Narcissa immediately stood up and retorted.

"Some people's evil is innate and has nothing to do with age." Scrimgeour retorted viciously.

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

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

"Silence!" A serious female voice interrupted the impending dispute.

"This is a courtroom, not a bazaar in Diagon Alley."

It was Ms. Burns, a stodgy middle-aged woman who basically handed over the task to her after Umbridge's hearing was announced.

"We might as well listen to what the client has to say," she continued.

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

"Oh, it's a clean push, exactly like his dad." Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

However, the people around them obviously didn't think so. They kept nodding their heads, showing an expression like this, and seemed to think that this statement was very convincing.

The smile on Scrimgeour's face faded, and he clenched his fists.

"Who cast this spell on you? When you were holding Miss Delacour hostage, Barty Crouch Jr. had already been arrested." Scrimgeour said word by word.

"I don't know, when I regained consciousness, I only found myself asleep in the wild,

The previous consciousness has always been hazy. ' said Malfoy 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 nodded in agreement.

Scrimgeour's thick eyebrows were drawn together tightly.

"The Malfoys have expressed their deep apologies to Miss Delacour for their forgiveness, and she is now in the best ward of St Mungo's Hospital," Umbridge interjected.

The jurors in the audience began to discuss again.

"As a victim, he still cares for the innocents who are implicated by him, even if it is not his responsibility." Umbridge applauded first.

Professor McGonagall's brows furrowed even more, this kind of deliberate direction really didn't satisfy her.

"Why do you think that Man-You-Know would choose an underage student to carry out his plans? Isn't that ridiculous?" Umbridge continued to chime in.

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

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

"Then I'll wait."

"You must have the Dark Mark on your left arm!" A slender man beside Scrimgeour suddenly stood up, apparently following his instructions before, he asked Malfoy.

A satisfied smile appeared on Scrimgeour's face.

It's just that he didn't expect that the reason for "Imperial Curse" was actually enough to shirk all responsibility, and even if there was, it wouldn't explain much.

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

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

Hearing the words, Malfoy in the trial seat immediately rolled up the sleeve of his left arm.

The upper part of the arm is clean and nothing.

Surprisingly, the seemingly thin body and thin arms actually hide a lot of strength, but the muscles on the arms are not the kind of strong bodybuilders, but converge into smooth lines.

"There are many magics that can be disguised." The man's tone was stagnant, his eyes narrowed, and he continued to question.

"I'm applying to subpoena Mr. Mad-Eye Moody for verification!" the man said loudly.

"I seconded that Mr. Moody was one of the witnesses in the last trial, and he had every reason to appear." Scrimgeour immediately agreed.

Moody's magic eye can see through almost all disguises, and even the Supreme Invisibility Cloak, one of the Three Holy Artifacts, will be perceived by his eye.

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

On the other hand, Narcissa was deeply relieved, her eyelids closed, and her subconscious attachment rested her head on her husband's shoulder, and Lucius also hugged her shoulder, constantly comforting her.

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

Malfoy's gray eyes were staring at him, as if his terrifying demonic eyes were completely absent.

"Tricky kid." Moody's hoarse voice revealed his hostility towards him. Then he moved his gaze down to his arm.

Just a quick glance, and Moody's came to a conclusion.

"There are no marks on it." He then said coldly.

Only at this moment did Scrimgeour realize that something was wrong. He tilted his head and looked at his subordinates. At this time, he lowered his head silently, without saying a word.

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

Every whispered discussion is a shift in position.

Scrimgeour immediately looked at the man beside him, and his expression became a little stiff.

"I think it's pretty clear now, isn't it?" Umbridge said in a shrill voice, squeezing his throat, raising his fingers in an air of impending doom.

"I think you can vote, and raise your hand if you think Mr. Draco Malfoy is innocent."

Soon, a hand that only symbolized innocent conclusions rose from the stage.

Only a few people did not raise their hands.

The ending is obvious.

"Very good, boy, you'd better not show yourself." Scrimgeour finally said viciously, and led his men out of the courtroom in despair.

"Okay, I officially announce that Mr. Draco Malfoy will be released in court! Go back to school on another day."

The members of the jury in red robes stood up one after another at this time and applauded spontaneously.

"Great, Draco!" Almost immediately, Narcissa stood up from the bench, rushed down the steps, rushed to her son, and embraced him in her arms.

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

"Mr. Malfoy, I think you can make arrangements for going back to school, and if you want to apply for a deferral of OWL.s, please do so as soon as possible, you are already behind a lot of courses." Professor McGonagall said in an official manner Said in a public tone.

"Yes, yes." Narcissa nodded again and again.

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

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

After confirming that there were no dangerous items, it has now been moved back to the 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.