Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

The bustling discussion reached Alexis's ears. He looked around blankly with his eyes wide open. He looked at the people around him. Their mouths were flying up and down. They were pointing at him. They were like a swarm of annoying bees buzzing. Buzzing and barking, like a rabid dog barking at the sun, barking and barking.

Alexis finally found Dumbledore. He looked at Dumbledore disappointedly, with questions in his eyes:

Is this the Wizengamot?

Is this the fairest and most righteous place in the magical world?

Is it this group of people who hold the power of life and death and decide what is right and wrong in the wizarding world?

That's it?

Just these slugs?

Have their brains been hollowed out by the Winged Demon?

"That's it?"

Amidst the noise and accusations, Alexis came to Dumbledore and Rufus and asked softly.

Dumbledore's eyes were complicated. He seemed to be talking about something, but this was really not the place to talk in detail. Rufus was looking down at the clerk's records, not looking at Alexis.

"It seems that Grindelwald is right."

Alexis opened her mouth and said silently.

Dumbledore's pupils shrank, and he knocked on the table hard.

bang bang-

bang bang bang-

The scene gradually quieted down.

However, Alexis no longer intends to continue following the Wizengamot court proceedings and let a group of people with cerebral palsy judge right and wrong. Even if this group of people with cerebral palsy has a leader who does not have cerebral palsy, the consequences they will cause will still be catastrophic.

Because the Wizengamot trial system is a voting system, the minority obeys the majority.

Alexis simply couldn't imagine how many people had stood here since the founding of the Wizengamot and been wronged by these people with cerebral palsy?

How many innocent souls have been killed in Azkaban?

A court that doesn't focus on evidence but focuses on character, a court that doesn't focus on reason but on emotion. Alexis doesn't want to play like this anymore.

Dumbledore had always said he was messing around, and now it seemed to him that this Wizengamot was just messing around.

Why was the original fire-proof body placed in Paris instead of the Wizengamot?If only Grindelwald had burned these idiots to ashes back then.

Alexis thought so and walked up to the female congresswoman who shouted the loudest.

He looked up and down at the congresswoman, a well-dressed woman in her 30s.

"This...er..."

"Melson Rozier."

Alexis frowned and stared at the congresswoman with cerebral palsy, looking at her holding her head proudly, as if being a member of the Rozier family was a supreme honor.

"you sure?"

he asked.

The Rozier family is one of the 28 Holy Families in the "Pure Blood Directory" written by Cantankerus Nott. The 28 Holy Families refer to the 28 pure-blood families.

As we all know, people from pure-blood families are not very honest. They either followed Grindelwald or Voldemort.

The Rozier family is no exception. There once appeared a follower of Grindelwald named Wenda Rozier.

The Wizengamot is ostensibly the highest judicial body in the wizarding world, and it is very strict in selecting members. Ms. Rozier obviously cannot obtain the qualifications for the selection of members in an honest and fair manner.

"I remember that there was a follower of Gellert Grindelwald in the Rozier family, named Wenda Rozier. I wonder what her relationship is with you?"

Alexis shrugged and took two steps back to better take in the other people's expressions.

"I know, and you also know, that my adoptive father is Grindelwald, so I have no intention of entering the Ministry of Magic, let alone getting involved in the International Federation of Wizards."

"But now, I think as an ordinary wizard, I have the right to raise reasonable doubts."

He pointed at Rozier, "This lady does not seem to meet the vetting standards of Wizengamot members."

"I have seen the list of Grindelwald's followers, and there is a person named Wenda Rosier."

"I think maybe before you try me and my friends, you'd better do an internal self-examination to see how many congressmen like Ms. Rozier are out there who simply don't meet the standards."

He stepped back as he spoke, and finally came back to stand next to Randolph, raising his head to look at Dumbledore sitting in the center.

At this time, a new round of storm has set off again in the seventh courtroom.

Alexis' words caused the congressmen to discuss in low voices again, and Ms. Rozier was almost going crazy. Her beautiful face became distorted, her remaining charm was completely destroyed, she turned into a shrew, and followed the people around her. People yelled and spit flew.

"Mr. Alexis."

Amelia, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, who was sitting in the front row, slightly away from Rufus and Dumbledore, made the first noise of the day.

"Regarding the qualifications of members, this is a matter of the Wizengamot. What we need to question now is the Firebolt case of Mr. Randolph Badmore."

After a slight pause, the woman wearing a monocle continued: "I have seen the evidence you have provided. If the evidence is true, the facts will be very detrimental to Mr. Whitehorn."

"But I have a question, Mr. Alexis, how did you obtain Gringotts' transaction records? As far as I know, the goblins of Gringotts refuse to provide these."

If this was a regular court, this issue would be a key one. If it was not handled well, they would be completely overturned, and everything he said before would be in vain.

If this was a court in the Muggle world, he would have to present reasonable and legal evidence. Although his lists of unknown origins could be used as evidence, their reference value would be greatly reduced.After all, everyone knows that the stingy goblins have a blood feud with the wizard, and they will not provide such help to the wizard.

If the question had been asked at the beginning, Alexis would have responded with a prepared subterfuge.

But unfortunately, there is no if.

This is a haphazard court with haphazard procedures, haphazard standards, haphazard rules, and haphazard everything.

"It doesn't seem to be important anymore. Maybe it was brought by the strong wind, or the fairies are kind-hearted, maybe."

Alexis shrugged and said easily.

He could see the suspicion in the eyes of the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He was almost certain that if there was a principled person besides Dumbledore, it should probably be the Director of Amelia. .

Alexis glanced at Dumbledore, who had been silent since he said those words, slowly turned his gaze, and finally looked at Rufus for a moment before silently withdrawing.

"I have submitted the evidence that should be submitted, and now it's time for a result."

Alexis walked slowly, mumbling to himself.