harleyscars Chapter 221 We don't need judgment, you just need to witness
Chapter 221 We don't need judgment, you just need to witness
Chapter 221 We don't need judgment, you just need to witness
The torches were lit one after another, and they burned on the stone walls on both sides, illuminating the road ahead.
Pushing open the door of the first courtroom, Ron walked into this dark and gloomy stone corridor.
The sound of his footsteps echoed, and as he advanced, the stone walls on both sides quickly became shorter, and a stepped circular high platform appeared in front of his eyes. Ron just walked in through the gap of the circular high platform.
The burning torches can't provide enough light, and the place looks a little depressed and gloomy. Countless people sitting in the circular seats cast black shadows, and there are many bright lenses reflecting the swaying firelight. The man who walked to the middle of the courtroom was allowed.
"too dark."
A ball of light rose for no reason, illuminating the dim place brightly.
"This way the picture will be clearer."
Ron glanced up at the group of wizards of the Wizengamot above him.
Originally he didn't intend to come here, but the Wizengamot expressed the need for a 'formal' trial place, last time it was too childish, this time it needs to be solemn and serious.
"Trials are pointless. I share Professor Dumbledore's point of view. Conviction is useless. All we need is for people to see, witness, remember, and then straighten their backs."
"There are so many things that the Wizengamot can't directly convict through trial, and this one is not lacking, is it?"
"You found the mysterious man's new Horcrux?"
A deep voice echoed in the cold courtroom. He ignored the sarcasm in Ron's previous words, and it was meaningless to care about a kid.
"It's Voldemort. If you really can't say it, call him Tom. Shouldn't you change the name of the mysterious man?"
"Could it be that even now, Voldemort's name is still a taboo for all respected wizards?"
"That's true. We shouldn't shy away from this name, Mr. Frank." A resonant female voice full of spirit intervened, interrupting the wizard who was the first to ask questions and was about to answer angrily.
"Thank you Ms. Burns."
Ron nodded to the middle-aged witch with a stern face. Now the composition of the Wizengamot is quite complicated, mixed with pure-blood families, Ministry of Magic executives and other intricate forces, which once made Dumbledore let them go. .
"It seems that no one is presiding over the trial this time?"
Ron looked at a prominent position on the circular platform, which was originally the seat of the presiding judge who presided over the trial, but it was empty.
"If that's the case, then there's no need"
"Cough~" There was a gentle cough.
"...Then there's no need, it's just a formality."
Ron ignored the cough and continued as if nothing had happened.
He took out a gold cup with two ears, and then nodded to the reporters, indicating that they are ready, and those reporters who were stuffed with heavy gold, showed a very standard professional smile, they are fully prepared alright.
"I think." A delicate voice appeared, which was much louder than the previous cough.
Two figures beside Ms. Bones, in the shadow on the left side of the presiding judge's platform, a short and fat figure appeared. Ron didn't know if she stood up, but the difference was not very big anyway.
"I don't need you to think, well, let's start, if I go faster, I can go leisurely rowing on the Black Lake, today is the weekend, my rare vacation, tomorrow is Monday, I have to go to class .”
Ron's words amused many wizards, they haven't seen such an interesting young man for a long time.
"This is the trial of the Dark Lord hosted by the Ministry of Magic. I think it is necessary to wait for Minister Fudge to come."
The short, fat woman could finally be identified as standing up. She leaned out of the railing, revealing a pale, baggy face, no matter how you look at it, she looks like an old man with a two-inch thick foundation. Toad, the short curly hair is well taken care of, but it can't modify this kind of scary face at all.
"We are very grateful that you sent the Horcrux, but the next thing is not for a child like you."
"You want to use something like a trial to make Voldemort admit his mistake obediently and be imprisoned in Azkaban?"
The delicate voice was interrupted again, and Ron waved his hand irritably.
"If you're not an uncaptured Death Eater, then please go to St. Mungo's and have a look at the brain and check if you lost it."
"How can you talk like that! I'm a senior at the Ministry of Magic"
A sound of pushing the door interrupted her shrill words, and Fudge, who looked a little sluggish, walked into the courtroom through a small door with a heavy heart.
"What's wrong, Dolores?"
Fudge looked at the old toad-like woman absent-mindedly.
"Nothing, Minister, just this."
"Okay, now that Minister Fudge is here, let's get started."
Ron clapped his hands, and the cold air in the first courtroom instantly condensed into ice. The huge ice platform filled the center stage of the courtroom where the shackles and iron chairs were originally placed, and Ron came to the and their horizontal position.
Under the effect of the transformation technique, the ice platform under his feet turned into a rocky texture, and the exquisite silent casting and wandless casting caused a burst of exclamation from the wizard.
"I told you when I contacted you before that this is not a so-called trial, but a solution to a problem."
"You are witnesses, the laws of the Ministry of Magic really worked against Voldemort? Then why didn't you arrest him and put him in Azkaban ten years ago?"
A stone pier that had just reached Ron's belly was summoned by him, and Hufflepuff's golden cup was placed on it.
"But it's very important, kid. The wizarding world needs such good news. Peace is not far away, isn't it?"
Fudge, who looked tired, pulled himself together, and he spoke to Ron in a very gentle tone. After screwing up the Gringotts matter, he could only hope that if he wanted to continue to stabilize his position, Voldemort was completely killed, and the world returned to its former peace.
"Maybe it won't be too long before we find all of Voldemort's remaining Horcruxes. Maybe this is the last one?"
"Seven is the most magical number."
Ron pointed to the golden cup in front of him, and the meaning couldn't be simpler.
"In other words, there are three more."
"But it will be soon, right?" Fudge said quickly, "Maybe we don't have to wait until he comes back, right?"
"It should be said that he has come back. When I killed Voldemort's remnant soul two years ago, he had been reborn from one of the Horcruxes, but we still can't find where he is. He was resurrected from the Horcrux until he had A new body, that's not an easy process."
"But I think Tom should be able to do it, after all"
Ron stared at Fudge.
"You let go of so many Death Eaters so easily."
"Maybe that toad beside you is, she seemed to have the idea of sending Voldemort into Azkaban just now, but that's it."
"This is simply nonsense!"
The delicate and thin voice became a bit harsh, and the toad man in pink and tender clothes jumped up and protested. After all, if this matter was put on his head, it would really be the end of the game.
"I don't think Ron meant that. Sit down, Dolores."
Fudge tried to smooth things over and comforted the Toad Man beside him, and cold sweat broke out from his head one after another.
"I was not the Minister for Magic at the time."
He spoke a little nervously. Although he didn't say these things, how many people present really didn't know?
"The trial of the Wizengamot was just, and no one who deserved to go to Azkaban was spared."
Fudge added something, and then quickly said: "Then, let's start now."
He tapped the hammer in front of him, then took a stack of thick pages and cleared his throat to read aloud.
"Judging Horcruxes is not a way to make the magic world more peaceful. What people need is not comfort from words, but witnessing the facts with their own eyes."
"Instead of reading so many manuscripts and wasting so much time, you might as well deal with why my teacher almost declared war on the English Ministry of Magic."
In the midst of the commotion, Ron touched the Phoenix on his shoulder.
"Fox."
A golden-red flame was spit out from the phoenix's mouth, and the flickering shutter also lit up at this moment.
The flowing flames of the phoenix made the noisy crowd fall into silence, and an evil shadow howling miserably rushed out of the golden amphora!
The flames of the phoenix cannot instantly kill the souls in the Horcruxes. They are not ghosts, but aliens that are still related to 'life'.
But it's not a big deal, it just takes a little more time.
The little golden cup filled with the flames of the phoenix was burning blazingly. The remnant soul that had been driven out of the Horcrux body could not get close to it while roaring, and the distorted smoke condensed into a phantom in the flying.
Memories from more than ten years ago resurfaced again, and the wizards of the Wizengamot clenched their fists. They recognized the terrifying face of unruly, crazy, and vicious, which was almost the same as the fear-spreading Voldemort. They made this Horcrux At that time, Tom had already studied black magic in depth, and the dead souls in his hands were not only in single digits.
His distortions are most vividly displayed in the fragments of his separated soul that represent the projection of his true nature. This is a dirty and dark soul that is completely different from the 16-year-old soul.
He has fallen, or it can be said that he has thrown himself into the dark and cold abyss, seeking inner peace and sustenance.
The burning black soul stopped in mid-air, the scattered black mist became solid, Voldemort floated in mid-air, he looked at the circle of wizards with different expressions around him, a sneer sneered on his lips bloom.
"I"
"Come down you!"
The ghost, which ordinary people can't touch at all, was pulled down from the sky by Ron's ankle. It was grabbed by the collar and began to struggle. Tom, who was even trying to curse, was pinched by the head.
"A lot of nonsense."
With a non-existent 'tear', Voldemort, who turned into a headless horseman, lost his mouth in an instant.
The wizards watching couldn't help shrinking back, while the reporters moved forward with bright eyes.
"Do we need to listen to the meaningless words of a soul fragment? Do you think Voldemort can change his mind and change his ways?"
He threw the head made of black mist in his hand into the burning phoenix flames of the golden cup, and the burning of small pieces of souls was much more efficient than burning a whole piece of soul.
Voldemort's remnant soul caught in Ron's hands grew a head again. The pain of tearing and the pain of his soul being burned by the fire of the phoenix made him howl terribly, but he couldn't escape being killed. The fate that people hold in their hands.
This is not a torture that ordinary people can resist.
Every time there is a tragic howl, it is accompanied by a piece of soul that was torn off alive and burned to the ground. This silent torture not only brought people an inexplicable joy, but also caused great harm to the child. No, it should be said that it was the fear of the man in front of him.
Such ruthless cruelty, and cruelty to the enemy, is an image they will always remember deeply.
"This is the mysterious person that some people still dare not mention, even the name?"
Ron's voice echoed in the quiet courtroom after sending the last group of figures who were unable to howl into a ball into the flames of the phoenix.
"Maybe he is strong, but that was once!"
"This is no longer the time when Voldemort can be presumptuous."
"Hogwarts will continue to produce batch after batch of young, talented and outstanding young wizards who will push the world to a more prosperous future."
"This is our era, a new era in which everyone will turn into a torch and light up a piece of light."
"Then, I will take my leave for the time being. Good day, gentlemen and ladies."
The flame wrapped around the golden cup was extinguished. Taking the small cup, Ron walked towards the door of the courtroom on the transformed steps, and disappeared behind the door.
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A flock of owls flew in the sky like a riot, and countless newspapers quickly spread to the entire UK following the footsteps of the owls.
The gossip dramas of the past have completely disappeared, even those entertainment newspapers have spent a lot of space to publish the things in the first court room.
The magic photo recorded the scene at that time. Although the looping GIF picture could not convey the sound, the crazy and desperate face was faithfully restored and recorded by the picture.
A carnival was set off among the wizards in England. After Dumbledore destroyed two Horcruxes, this new report seemed to be another shot in the arm of the wizards.
The vocabulary about the torch was mentioned again, but compared to the ignorance and mistrust last time, the wizards this time have a deeper understanding of it.
The invincible halo of the mysterious people shattered one after another, and the dark clouds hanging over their heads seemed to be less dense.
Although there are still a lot of timidity, maybe when the real Voldemort makes a comeback, those who dare to raise their wands to face him will no longer be so lonely.
"Wouldn't it be more dangerous this way, brother?"
Neville was dressed roughly, and he was struggling to follow Ron on his early morning jog.
"But that's what we need, isn't it?"
"Then what do we need now?"
"Wait, then let her reveal the clues, or if we find the clues of her revealing, of course, it is actually a very good choice to be able to deliver it directly to the door regardless of everything."
I didn't update much yesterday because of some urgent matters, except for the chapter in the early morning.
It's my problem that I don't ask for leave, but pigeons are definitely not pigeons. I still rely on writing books for a living~
I am diligently updating today, and I will write more.
(End of this chapter)