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Ten inches, hawthorn wood, with a heart of unicorn hair.

Harry sat on the high-backed chair in the Auror's office, quietly staring at the all-too-familiar wand in front of him.

It was broken in the middle during the war.It seems to have been damaged by a very powerful magic, beyond repair, beyond recovery.The Ministry of Magic couldn't trace the spell it cast, let alone use it to convict its former owner.

It has truly become a useless piece of wood.

But Harry got it back from the Ministry anyway.

"Meet again, old man."

Harry said softly in his mind.Then he laughed at himself, as if he felt that he was doing something stupid.

"Damn it, I actually wanted to talk to you." Harry reached out to touch the wand, but stopped when he was about to get close.After sighing, he took his hand back. "But to be honest, you are much gentler than your master, at least you don't always think about killing me."

Thinking of this, his breath became short of breath, and he slammed his fisted hand on the table: "He always wants to kill me!"

**

The days after the war were far less peaceful and peaceful than people imagined.Everyone involved in the various reconstruction and aftermath work is devastated.The Death Eaters who escaped during the Great War were also hunted back one after another, and they were locked up in Azkaban together with the captives who had not escaped, waiting for the coming trial in the near future.

Harry took over as head of the Auror Command.Although it is no longer necessary to hunt down the Death Eaters in person, the daily work is still very complicated.So when he collided with a Wizengamot magician holding a large stack of documents in the corridor, he really endured 12 points of anger before saying sorry, although the tone was still not very good.

"Oh of course, I know, it's okay. Otherwise what else can I say? Every day is full of things to do, why do these goddamn Death Eaters have to be judged one by one, and I can get them all before I retire Conviction?" The female magician who was knocked down didn't seem to have a good temper, and complained as she hurriedly picked up the materials from the floor.

Everyone is under a lot of pressure.Harry helped her pick up a document nearby, glanced at the photo on it inadvertently, but stopped involuntarily.

The person in the photo was pale and thin. He didn't want the other arrested Death Eaters to be hysterical or weeping bitterly. He just stood there quietly, so quietly that Harry thought he was holding a hemp Melon photo.

"...on vacation? Hahaha I have been working continuously for two months...Mr. Potter?" The female magician finally picked up all the materials nagging, and raised her head as if to realize that what she bumped into was The savior couldn't help but blush on his face. "Sorry, I didn't know it was you."

"It's okay." Harry told himself that he should return this page of information to her, but he didn't want to let go. "Today... um... Is there a court session too?"

"Yes, yes." The female magician reached out and took the page of information. "Yes, he is going to be tried today, Draco Malfoy. We have put in a lot of work for today's trial, after all, the surname Malfoy does not have any fuel-efficient lamps... Ah! It's too late, I have to go first Mr Potter."

The female magician glanced at the time, screamed and ran towards the trial court.Harry even followed her a couple of steps before stopping abruptly.

"God what am I doing. I'm not the Wizengamot, so I don't need to go to the Inquisition. Besides, I hate the coldness in there." Harry shook his hair as if trying to shake something out, and turned away. Turned around and continued walking towards his office.

In the empty corridor, his elongated shadow fell.

**

Draco stood quietly in the dock.His face grew paler.The continuous attacks of the dementors made him even weaker and haggard, not to mention the black bread of Azkaban, it was really difficult to generate an appetite.Blonde hair fell loosely across his forehead.One of the wizards escorting him cast a cleaning spell on his clothes, making them look less bad and making him feel a little better about being constantly tormented by dementors.

The seats all around were filled with Wizengamot wizards.They were protected by the patron saint, pointing and whispering to the teenager in the dock.Dozens of dementors were floating on the high roof of the hall, and they were also staring helplessly at the young man in the dock, as if they were waiting for an opportunity to find a delicious meal.

Draco still had no expression on his face, trying to straighten himself up, trying not to look so bad.He seems to have done so.However, where no one could see, his hands intertwined in his sleeves were trembling slightly.

The presiding judge knocked on the gavel, and the hall fell silent immediately.The presiding judge nodded in satisfaction and began to read the indictment.

"I didn't expect to be alive until now." Draco thought silently in his heart. "There is no such step in the plan... I should die at the end of the war... There will be no trial, and I will not meet any old people, and I will not be locked in a cage like a monkey for so many people to visit ..." Draco raised his eyes and glanced around, couldn't help sneering.Those who came to "visit" him were very interested, much more interested than watching monkeys in cages.

"That's right, who wouldn't want to see the last Malfoy's unlucky appearance? If it were me, I would be very interested..." Draco thought, his character was still such a jerk.

"Draco Malfoy." The judge's voice brought him back to reality. "You have been charged with the following counts, which you may choose to confess or defend."

Draco swears, when the presiding judge read "defence", there was a murmur of jeering from the surrounding seats.

"1. Is it true that you joined the Death Eaters at the age of 16 and became a core member?"

Draco hesitated when a wizard walked up to him and pulled his sleeves up roughly.The Dark Mark, which had already faded a bit, still caused a lingering exclamation from the surroundings.

……fine.

Draco thought.He felt that he was quite powerful, and the moment the wizard walked up, he immediately forced his hands to stop shaking.

...It's a good thing they didn't let them see me who is strong on the outside, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

"Why did you join the Death Eaters?" the presiding judge asked with a dark face. "At 16?"

"No reason." Draco said softly.Immediately, he raised his head, looked at the presiding judge sharply, raised the corners of his mouth, and his voice became much louder. "I'm a Malfoy."

The surrounding seats started whispering again.

Too familiar, such a smile, such a tone.This kind of provocative and arrogant look is really a standard feature of Malfoy.

"Hmph." The presiding judge snorted through his nostrils, and tapped the gavel to signal silence.Then read the complaint. "2. You are accused of murdering the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, in your sixth year. Do you plead guilty?"

Draco was in a daze for a moment, as if recalling some terrible memory, he almost couldn't stand still.He pursed his lips and nodded: "Plead guilty."

The crimes that followed covered almost every aspect.Murder, robbery, all kinds of things he did or didn't do, and even Draco suspected that there were some incidents where the murderer could not be found, all of which were piled on his head.But he just exhaled lightly, imperceptibly, and recognized them all.

"...77, you were accused of attempting to murder Harry Potter who was about to rescue you after the war. Do you plead guilty?" The presiding judge's icy voice hit his eardrum one after another.

Hearing this accusation, Draco raised his head abruptly, the contemptuous expression on his face finally disappeared, replaced by a flustered blankness.

It may be that he stayed for too long, and whispers sounded again from the seats.

The presiding judge had no choice but to knock on the gavel again and raised his voice: "Do you plead guilty?"

Draco opened his eyes wide, forcing the misty mist to disperse.He felt his lips opening, but no sound came out.Something seemed to be firmly stuck in his throat, and his esophagus hurt when he tried to swallow it.Draco felt that his soul seemed to be floating, looking down at himself struggling to make a sound in mid-air.When he finally felt his soul return to his body, he finally let out a hoarse voice: "I... plead guilty."

The seat continued to be uproarious.This trial is simply the most explosive one in a long time.If someone in the Wizengamot here works part-time for the "Daily Prophet", it is estimated that they will fly with excitement.The crimes that Draco pleaded were enough for the "Daily Prophet" to not have to worry about the source of new reports for half a year.

The presiding judge seemed satisfied with Draco's confession, but he quickly pressed a question beyond the Ministry's grasp: "What was the last spell you cast on Mr. Harry Potter?"

Draco continued to look around, as if looking for something.

"Draco Malfoy, I have to remind you," said the presiding judge. "The answer to this question may affect your final conviction. I hope you can answer honestly. If you lied, the Ministry of Magic has a way to find out. I hope you will not make unnecessary resistance."

Draco looked around.

Good, he's not here.

... There was such a small moment of loss.

Draco couldn't help laughing at himself again.

Is there even any hope?Like one of those cheesy fairytale endings where all the effects find a reason and all live happily ever after?

"Mr. Draco Malfoy." The presiding judge impatiently reminded him to answer as soon as possible.It is estimated that the Wizengamots must rush to get off work.Today's trial is a bit too long.

Draco almost laughed at the thought.He raised his eyes with an unusually calm expression:

"Avada Kedavra."

The author has something to say:

Forget it, let me explain, about the name:

Q: Why are some English and some Chinese?

A: It's purely a personal habit, it's just a matter of writing. ps In fact, only the English used by the two main characters.Reason: easy.

Q: Are you not used to it?

A: Actually, when I read the text, I don’t like all kinds of mixed things, so I’m sorry if I’m not used to it.Then, because I haven't changed it in the first release or in the saved manuscript, and I'm lazy, so I will take the time to change the name slowly chapter by chapter.

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