Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 227 Judgment and the Brain

The witness Fudge found was Bathilda Bagshot, who also lived in Godric's Hollow. She knew the Dumbledore family in the early days, but unfortunately she has become demented now, and she can't even speak well.

In contrast, the principal of Ouagadou, Babajid Akinbad, is much more convincing.

Although Fudge successfully found clues to the three-person duel, he pushed Dumbledore's statement to Grindelwald, who was also suspected of killing Ariana, and claimed that Dumbledore insisted on this statement for late revenge .

But there are still too many loopholes here, for example-if Dumbledore really wanted revenge, why didn't he kill Grindelwald during the duel that year?

The debate didn't last, it didn't even start.

The silence in the courtroom lasted for a long time.

Very suddenly, Fudge said, "Let's start with a show of hands."

Burns looked at him puzzled, then at Dumbledore.

"I have no objection." Dumbledore said as the chief wizard.

"Hands up for Peter Pedirou's conviction!" shouted Ms Burns.

All hands were up, and when asked to disapprove, all hands were down again, and Peter's conviction was a certainty.

It is nothing more than some disagreement on the specific handling-this is related to the dispute between Dumbledore and Fudge.

Is it Voldemort or Grindelwald?

Is it Azkaban, or the possibility of an international trial.

Ms. Burns didn't know what to say next, and seemed to wonder again whether this was in order.

So, after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Fudge said: "I agree. Please raise your hand if Albus Dumbledore is guilty of the crime."

"You haven't said what the specific crime is, Minister." Umbridge reminded, but quickly shut his mouth under Fudge's gaze - now it seems that Fudge does not want Dumbledore to be convicted up.

Some of the jurors were still immersed in shock, and some were whispering.

But no one raised their hand.

"Raise your hand if you agree with Albus Dumbledore's acquittal."

Still no hands raised.

"Very good, very good." Fudge obviously breathed a sigh of relief, he said happily: "Let's end like this, I have to go and have a good rest."

Dumbledore strode out of the dark room, Toby and Angela hurriedly chased after him, and Aginbad followed, with a smile on his face, still so amiable.

"The British Ministry of Magic is really interesting." He said with a smile, "Is there a rule that hands are not allowed to be raised during the second trial of the day?"

"No, Principal." Angela whispered, but she also looked at Toby curiously, completely unaware of what happened just now.

"Hey." At this moment, Toby, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and he turned around and said, "Maybe there are not enough seats in the elevator, you can take another seat later."

"How could it not be enough—" Before Angela finished speaking, Aginbad interrupted: "Go, young man. I just want to talk to the vice principal of our school about the teaching content of the next semester."

"I don't teach." Angela muttered, watching Toby follow Dumbledore into the elevator.

While Toby was struggling with how to speak, Dumbledore spoke first instead.

"I didn't expect you to invite Akinbad here." He stood in front of Toby, his back turned to Toby and asked, "How did you convince him to do this?"

Dumbledore didn't know anything about Akinbad, and it was all Toby and Angela's tricks. It wasn't until this morning that Aginbad finally agreed to give false testimony.

"It's really difficult." Toby tried to ease the atmosphere with a joke: "He wants to take the complete devil away—you know, Waggadu has always been famous for the popularity of magic without a wand, and casting spells without a wand is very popular. The closest kind of ritual magic, that has a lot in common. So Aginbad promised me that as long as the devil was given to him after Christmas, he would - well, it did. Is this the same as Hogg Something like Watts' Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? None of my second-year textbooks persisted for more than a year."

Dumbledore didn't smile, making Toby look like a fool when he was alone and cheerful.

So he didn't speak anymore.

Soon, the lift was in the Great Hall of the Ministry of Magic, and the Weasleys were still waiting for them.

"How did it turn out?" Arthur asked anxiously.

Toby was about to say "terrible", but Dumbledore was the first to comfort him: "Don't worry, you will not be implicated in any way, you are all innocents, and it will have nothing to do with the next case."

"The next case?" Molly asked puzzled, "Isn't it over yet?"

"I guess it will take a while." Dumbledore said, "I hope it won't last too long."

"Let's go, Toby," he said suddenly, over his shoulder. "It won't be such a trouble on the way back. I can use the Ministry fireplace with my membership in the Wizengamot."

"Is this really all right?" Toby looked around and asked, only then did he realize that the Auror hadn't caught up - now it seems that it may have something to do with Scrimgeour, and he and Fudge probably have more important things to do discuss.

For example, how to get rid of Dumbledore?

Toby had a whim, and quickly threw away the terrifying idea.

"Pig's Head Bar!"

With a sense of dizziness turned upside down, Toby appeared in the Hog's Head Pub in Hogsmeade Village - it was Dumbledore who asked him to come here, because the security of the castle had not been officially lifted, and the fireplace could not be used.

Today is not the weekend, and there is no one in the bar.

After Toby dusted off the soot and walked out of the fireplace, he saw Dumbledore talking to the shop owner.

"Did anyone come to see you during this time?"

"Are you talking about me? Who would be willing to come to such a crappy place, not even the students."

"You know each other?" Toby walked over and asked curiously: "I really like this place. Although the environment is not good, you can't buy magma wine everywhere-is there still today? I might need a drink .”

A bottle of something bubbling like magma was quickly brought out, and Toby gulped it down, intending to get himself drunk so that he wouldn't have to face Dumbledore's family affairs.

"Forgot to introduce you." Dumbledore said suddenly, "His name is Aberforth Dumbledore—"

"puff--!"

The wine in Toby's mouth sprayed out far away, as if a fire spewed out, igniting the tables and chairs beside him.

"I'm sorry." Toby coughed hard, but his eyes kept on Aberforth who was impatiently putting out the fire: "I never knew you had a younger brother."

"He was very withdrawn," said Dumbledore. "And he was never willing to forgive me - of course, I deserved that."

Toby stopped talking, or didn't know how to speak.

This is obviously related to Arianna Dumbledore.

Aberforth removed the burnt chair, deliberately loudly, and hadn't come down since he had gone upstairs.

Only Toby and Dumbledore were left in the bar.

"Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office." Dumbledore said slowly: "He was the first person sent by Fudge to inspect Nurmengard, and he also met Grindelwald himself. And Today, again, Fudge brought out so many untold stories at trial, the details of which are only known to a few people. I dare say that Bathilda Bagshot must have no knowledge, whether she Whether you have Alzheimer's."

"So, it was Grindelwald who told Scrimgeour about these things, and then Scrimgeour passed them on to Fudge, who regarded it as a trick for me—and it is true, a wizard suspected of mutilating his relatives, he No matter what you say, people will not be convinced. No matter whether the relative is a silent person or not."

Toby gradually understood, he frowned and said: "No wonder today's case will end in a hurry. The witnesses Fudge brought are not as convincing as Akinbad. This is his difficulty. And your difficulty is those tricks—— Arguing like this will lead nowhere.”

Up to this point, Toby had been skeptical of Fudge's words.

Suddenly, Dumbledore said again: "More terrible results are yet to come-there are still some things that only Grindelwald and I know, which will cause a devastating blow to my reputation. Maybe you will I really have the opportunity to become the principal in advance.”

Toby couldn't laugh at all, he asked cautiously, "What's the matter?"

"We were lovers." Dumbledore sighed. "We were infatuated with each other when we were young. If Gellert told Scrimgeour about it, then I might really consider retiring early." gone."

Toby was too shocked to speak.

He suddenly felt that archeology seemed less exciting in comparison.

"It turns out that the White Devil is real." He dared not say it: "You—Merlin, my God, maybe I should go back to Gringotts to be my spellbreaker, and I shouldn't go back to Hogwarts at all — my God."

Simply, Toby asked with determination: "Is what Fudge said true?"

"Unfortunately, it's true, Toby, the reason why I have been afraid to face Grindelwald is that I am afraid that I will learn the cause of Ariana's death from him. Hit her."

"But why did you admit it!" cried Toby. "Why did you have to--admit this in front of so many people! Even if I can understand that there must be a reason for it, other people will definitely misinterpret your story." Intentions! Tomorrow—no, maybe even this evening—the latest news will be in the papers, and everyone will misunderstand—”

"Do you really think those are all misunderstandings?" Dumbledore said suddenly: "Even now, I often make mistakes—just like in the trial just now, I misjudged that Grindelwald might move. Not to mention when I was a lad."

Toby was speechless again.

What he found in archaeology was not as shocking as it is today.

"I don't understand." Toby muttered, frowning tightly, "I think I need to rest for a while. Take a good rest."

All of a sudden, he could understand why Fudge ended the trial decisively-no one who heard the news could calm down quickly.

Even if they all knew that Dumbledore was in more pain than anyone else—since the trial ended, his face was always as pale as white paper and bloodless.

So, after today's trial, few satisfactory changes have taken place - the problem of the dementors has not been solved, but has made the problem more serious, unexpectedly involving Dumbledore and Green Devore.

As Toby said, the "Daily Prophet" saw this opportunity, and published the news on the freshly released "Evening Prophet" that night. The purpose should be to seize the readers who were snatched away by "The Quibbler" The group may also have been hinted by the Ministry of Magic.

This newspaper has always been the mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic.

Also in the middle of the night, the owls flew continuously towards Hogwarts Castle without stopping, flocking in groups—this is not all due to the "Evening Prophet", but "The Quibbler" also contributed.

Of course, the reporting directions of the two newspapers are completely opposite, and one is exaggerating Dumbledore's crimes-just concealing the obscurity is enough to change his image, because this is a crime that seriously threatens the "Secrecy Act".

The other is completely on the side of Hogwarts, focusing on how Fudge is a stupid minister, unable to recognize the real problem at hand, and also adds a voting option-Whether Fudge is going to be in the next ten years? The most stupid person in the year, or no one can match him in the next 100 years.

For this reason, Al has been busy until most of the night without sleep, and these important manuscripts are all written by him.

Toby didn't want to pay attention to these things, but couldn't sleep after tossing and turning.

So he simply got up again in his pajamas, placed himself in a mysterious magic circle, still holding the scepter in his hand, and let the red smoke envelope him.

"Let me see what you are hiding."

The mist gathers into a changing picture, dark at first, then faintly brighter, like a perspective, and Toby is staying in the opponent's head.

In the Ministry of Magic, Blake's body, which was temporarily placed, appeared in the corridor. He followed Toby's control to the elevator, and went straight to the ninth floor.

The journey was shockingly smooth, there was no one on duty in the Ministry, and it may have been because they were all discussing today's case, which made many people nervous, thinking it was just Dumbledore and Fudge fighting In the first round, there will definitely be other actions in the follow-up.

The corpse disguised as a skeleton came to the wooden door on the ninth floor, pushed it open and walked in.

Inside was a large circular room, and everything in it was black, including the floor and ceiling.Inlaid in the black walls around were many black doors, all identical, without markings or handles.There are some stick-shaped candles dotted between the walls, the flames are blue, and the flickering cold light casts on the polished marble floor, making people feel that there is dark water under their feet.

The door behind the corpse was suddenly closed, and Toby stared carefully at the picture formed by the thick fog. He suddenly took out a pair of glasses and put them on—miraculously, a thin ribbon appeared in the thick fog, which was the bone age algae. trail.

It appears that Grindelwald did leave a clue for him.

At this time, the wall suddenly spun, and after stopping, following the trail of the ribbon, the corpse came to an ordinary black door, and pushed the wooden door open very smoothly.

It was a rectangular room with lamps suspended from the ceiling by gold chains.The room was empty, save for a few tables, and in the center was a huge glass tank of dark green liquid, in which many pearly white things floated lazily.

The corpse moved closer so that Toby could get a better look.

"It's the brain."

Toby explained to Al, who came over curiously: "Those things are brains. The Department of Mysteries is actually studying brains. Well, at least it is easier to accept than devil torture."

But Al was still very disgusted, until something in the water tank caught his attention, and he pointed and yelled.

It's a magic ball.

It was surrounded by several brains, absorbed them little by little, and turned them into a part of itself, without any changes visible from the surface.

Toby understood many things in an instant - why Voldemort was able to possess the magic ball, and what was the special material of the magic ball.

Now there is an answer to everything - the brain.

After all, what could be more logical than a brain?

It's amazing - devil torture, and magic balls made of brains - what did ancient wizards go through?
Is this the gift Grindelwald wants to give Toby?

(End of this chapter)