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Chapter 180
Although there was no research to understand the reason, Sherlock still kept the "Advanced Black Magic: Uncovering the Secret".

He had an unreliable guess.

Does it mean that Amy feels that if she wants to solve her own way to return to the correct timeline, the only way to go is to live long enough.

But even in the end, there is no other way, and Sherlock can't use this kind of magic to make himself immortal.

Leaving aside the question of whether it is evil or not, he cannot accept the impact on the subject's soul just by splitting the soul.

In the end, the person whose personality is stereotyped is not sure whether he is himself or not.

So even if he kept this revealing book, Sherlock didn't intend to learn Horcrux making. He just thought that maybe his way of thinking about this magic would change, and he could come up with other ideas in the future.

Sherlock didn't take Amy back to the Leaky Cauldron on the second day after he came to work in the Department of Mysteries.

The office in the Time Hall has enough rooms and complete facilities. The two of them can share a room.

On the second day, he had no time to study the Horcrux.

A erratic paper airplane flew into the hall of the mysterious affairs department, then passed through the door of the time hall, and flew into Sherlock's hands.

Amy already experienced the magic of this kind of paper airplane yesterday, and she still finds it very interesting.

Sherlock took it apart directly and saw the contents above.

"To John Watson
The trial about Algie Taft will be heard by the Wizengamot at ten o'clock this morning. As one of the direct witnesses in this case, you need to be present before the trial.

The trial will be held in Court No. 6, please don't be late.

- Frank Welchley, Clerk of the Wizengamot Grand Court of Wizardry"

Sherlock put down the letter, he had expected this trial.

Not only he will attend as a witness, Eddie and Mrs. Selwyn will also attend this trial as witnesses.

Looking at the current time, it was already 09:30, and he didn't delay any longer. After telling Amy to be in the Time Hall and not to go in and out of other rooms casually, Sherlock went to Court No. 6.

The Grand Court of Wizards, the Wizengamot, is a wizarding organization far older than the Ministry of Magic.

After the establishment of the Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot was also incorporated into the Ministry of Magic and became part of the magical political system.

After Dumbledore became the headmaster of Hogwarts, he served as the chief wizard of the Wizengamot for a long time.

It's just that because he also serves as the chairman of the International Federation of Magic and the headmaster of Hogwarts, he is usually busy with official duties and cannot attend the trial court at the Wizengamot every time.

Therefore, the leader of most approvals is the Minister of Magic himself.

All of the Inquisitions are located on the tenth basement level of the Ministry of Magic, the level below the Department of Mysteries.

The structure of the rooms in the Inquisition is similar to the Hall of Death in the Department of Mysteries.

The stone steps go down from high to low, and in the middle is an iron chair with shackles and fixed on the ground. This chair is where the criminal being judged sits.

When Sherlock came to the trial court, there were already many people here.

Those wizards were all wearing fuchsia robes, with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on the left chest.

The red-robed wizards are all members of the Wizengamot.

Even in modern times, wizarding courts still use the oldest methods of trial.

The trial is conducted in the form of questioning by the interrogator, the clerk is responsible for taking notes, and finally the decision is made by a show of hands.

That is to say, the prisoner confessed all his crimes, and then he was guilty or not. If he was guilty, whether he was guilty or not, and how he should be punished, these wizards of the Wizengamot had the final say.

Of course, the magic law will also provide a standard, but it is only a standard. After all, the wizard’s law can be modified at any time (for example, Arthur privately modified the laws and regulations to create loopholes for himself in order to facilitate his transformation of Muggle technology) .

The number of wizards in the Wizengamot is about 50. Not all of them attended this trial, but there were as many as 40.

In the absence of Dumbledore, the red-robed interrogator sitting in the middle seat is naturally the current Minister of Magic-Harold Minchan.

He saw Sherlock walking in, smiled and nodded at him.

Sherlock, of course, responded with a smile.

After entering the door, the staff in charge of the trial site immediately arranged for him to be a witness.

It was on the lowest stone step, very close to the iron chair, and one could directly see the face of the interrogator when one looked up.

When Sherlock sat down, he felt someone staring at him diagonally across from him. When he looked up, he realized that it was Eddie sitting there.

Witnesses, of course, cannot sit together, each having a separate seat, preventing communication during the trial.

Mrs. Selwyn was also sitting in one of the witness seats. According to normal circumstances, even if she was present at this time, she would have to wear a red robe and sit on the voting seat, but today she is a witness.

The trial has not yet started, and the wizards sitting on the high platform are whispering.

Sherlock couldn't hear what they were talking about, but looking at the expressions on the faces of these people, it seemed that they were not very pretty.

It was ten o'clock, and the trial was held on time.

Alger, with a pale and desolate face, was escorted by two Aurors to the trial court, where he was pushed on the chair in the middle.

The surrounding light became dim, and there were only a few torches hanging on the dark stone wall, beating with disturbing light.

After Alji was escorted in, at the entrance, the heavy door slammed shut.

The two Aurors let go of Algie and let him sit in the middle steel seat.

As soon as he sat down, the shackles and iron chains on both sides of the armrest suddenly jumped up, binding him firmly to the chair, restricting all his movements.

After the defendant entered the trial court, all the red-robed wizards on the high platform fell silent.

There was silence in the courtroom, and Minkan's cold and stern voice echoed in the space.

"The defendant is here, we can begin. Are you ready?"

The person being questioned was a very thin wizard with gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and he was the clerk of the trial.The wizard nodded slightly.

"We can begin, sir."

"Trial on August 8," Minkan said loudly, "of the Ministry of Magic's Auror Command. Algee Taft, a member of the Third Auror Squad, violated the Dark Arts Act and the Ministry of Magic. Internal Management Act case."

His voice was very loud, obviously using the Amplifying Charm, enough for every wizard in this courtroom to hear clearly.

After introducing all the judges, clerks and witnesses, the trial officially began.

Minkan is the main interrogator, but it is Barty Crouch, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, who is in charge of the interrogation.

"Did the defendant participate in the Auror operation in Wales to rescue the former director of the Department of Mysteries on June 6?" Crouch's voice was deep and flat.

Alji, who was sitting in the middle of the trial, said with a gray face, as if he had lost his soul.

"Yes."

"Before that mission, did you contact the Death Eaters in advance, and inform them of the time of the operation, the list of personnel, and the place where the apparition landed!"

"I, I..." Alger's face became terrified, "I don't know."

Crouch frowned.

"You do not know?"

Alger buried his head in his shackled hands, looking extremely painful and desperate.

"One day at the end of May, it was like someone put a spell on me and I couldn't control everything I did."

He sobbed, speaking in a voice that sounded like he was crying.

"I know I'm guilty, and I'm willing to accept the punishment, but I don't want to be called a double-faced traitor. I'm under the Imperius Curse, and I didn't take the initiative to betray the Ministry of Magic."

Alji's words and performance were heard and seen by the wizards on the high platform.

Some people sneered at what he said, while others shook their heads regretfully.

Sherlock only had emotion in his heart at this moment.

Sure enough, anyone who can be an undercover agent has two brushes, black can also be called white, and he can act out things that a discerning person can see through at a glance.

The expression on Crouch's face did not change at all, he called out a name in a flat tone.

"Barty Crouch Jr."

Sitting on the witness seat, a pale young man nodded slightly.

"You are the captain of the third team of Aurors. When you were on mission in Wales, the defendant was also under your command. Can you tell from his behavior that he has been controlled by someone using the Imperius Curse?"

Little Batty said neither humble nor overbearing.

"He's normal. In Auror training, all Aurors are taught how to tell if a wizard is under the control of the soul, and Algie didn't show that at the time."

"Do you have anything else to say? Defendant." Crouch's voice was cold.

Alger's expression was still full of sadness and fear, and his face was stained with tears.

"You don't know the methods of those people. Their Imperius Curse is much stronger than normal people. Those learned from Auror are useless at all, useless at all."

Seeing him like this, Sherlock couldn't help curling his lips.

No matter how he was interrogated, as long as he was bitten to death by the Imperius Curse, and it was an advanced version of the Imperius Curse that normal people could not distinguish, then no one had conclusive evidence to prove that his betrayal was subjective.

Such an attitude that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water must have been vented to him before the trial started.

"I ask to speak, sir."

At this moment, Eddie, who was sitting diagonally opposite Sherlock, raised his hand with a gloomy face, and stood up from his seat.

(End of this chapter)