bookbashuk Chapter 368 Back in the Courtroom! The French Rose Strikes Back!
Chapter 368 Back in the Courtroom! The French Rose Strikes Back!
Chapter 368 Back in the Courtroom! The French Rose Strikes Back!
Ministry of Magic.
"What a peaceful day."
Arthur Weasley is carrying his briefcase.
He mingled among the crowds heading home from get off work, and remarked lightly.
There are no exploding trash cans, no biting snuff bottles, and no toilets that make satisfying eating sounds.
Everything was so peaceful and beautiful.
It's as if all those troublemakers have decided by unanimous agreement to be good kids today.
This allowed him to leave work on time, which was a rare treat for him.
"What should we eat tonight? Maybe a delicious beef pie topped with cheese."
Arthur couldn't help but lick his lips, feeling his stomach rumble.
Just then.
Arthur followed the flow of people and happened to walk to the location of the fountain statue in the hall.
The statues depict wizards, centaurs, mermaids, and fairies, creating a scene of peaceful coexistence.
But what actually happens is hard to say.
Arthur thought for a moment, then tossed a silver Sickle inside and said reverently, "Thank you, Merlin, for your blessing, allowing me to spend a wonderful and peaceful day."
Before he could finish speaking...
In front.
Suddenly, a huge commotion erupted!
It looked as if someone had thrown a dung bomb into the crowd.
They started shouting and yelling noisily.
"What happened?"
Arthur, curious, stood on tiptoe to peek inside and joked.
"Haha, it's like a dark wizard is attacking."
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Breaking news! Gringotts has exploded! A dragon has emerged from underground!
Arthur: ?
"The mastermind behind the attack is that new savior, Ethan Vincent! And his group of students from the Beacon Society!"
Arthur: ? ?
Arthur's smile froze on his face.
If he remembers correctly, they have four children still in school.
They're all members of that "Enlightenment Lamp Society"!
Arthur panicked!
His relaxed mood vanished instantly. He frantically pushed his way through the crowd, saying, "Excuse me, excuse me! Just a moment—ah!"
He accidentally fell to the ground.
at the same time.
"call!"
A faint green flame rose from the internal personnel-only passage.
It brought a slight warmth.
The crowd that was incredibly noisy just a second ago.
Suddenly it became quiet.
Silence spread like a tide, lasting only a few breaths.
The entire hall became so quiet you could hear a pin drop!
"It hurts...
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Arthur propped himself up, feeling dizzy and disoriented.
Just as I was about to get up...
A pale, slender hand suddenly reached out.
The joints are clearly defined, and the trimming is neat and appropriate.
He possesses the robustness of a young man.
My fingers are stained with a faint color, as if they've been soaked in it for years and can't be washed off.
Arthur: "Oh, thank you!"
He said gratefully, looking up.
He met a gentle and handsome face.
Ethan Vincent, the mastermind, smiled amicably. "You're welcome, Mr. Weasley. What a coincidence to run into you; I was just on my way to the courtroom."
Arthur:
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Don't make going to court sound like going to the market to buy vegetables!
Auror: "You've come at the perfect time, Mr. Weasley."
"You are connected to the Gringotts attack, so please come with us as well."
Arthur: ? ? ?
Who? Me?
Arthur looked up, dumbfounded.
It's as if I can see myself leaving get off work on time and enjoying a delicious dinner.
It was flapping its wings and flying far away.
...Can the money that was thrown into the pool be retrieved?
It's worse than an attack by a dark wizard than an attack by Ethan!
*Sob* QAQ!!!
Heading downwards.
Deep within the Ministry of Magic, at the Wizengamor Court.
Ethan sat in the defendant's chair in the center, his hands tightly bound by magically bound chains.
The high, tiered seating area surrounded the area from all directions.
It brings an immense sense of oppression.
Ethan sighed, "I really miss it... I'm back here again."
Wizards: "6"
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Can't you act like a criminal?
A rather comical scene unfolded inside the courtroom.
Officials from the Ministry of Magic, dressed in deep purple robes, stared intently at the prisoner bound to a chair.
The prisoner, on the other hand, looked completely at ease.
The Aurors were on high alert.
All the wands were pointing straight at the center.
It seems like I'm not facing a student currently enrolled in school.
It was more like a humanoid Dementor!
Or rather, something even more terrifying.
"Thump!"
The unfortunate official, summoned to act as judge, slammed his gavel down heavily.
Sweating profusely, he read in a trembling voice, "Ethan Vincent attacked Gringotts this morning, causing severe property and reputational damage!"
"There were countless eyewitnesses!"
"What else do you want to say in your defense?"
Ethan did not respond immediately.
Instead, he coldly scanned the judge's bench with his diamond-blue eyes.
The gaze fell upon the newly appointed Minister of Magic, who sat silently in the back with a stiff face.
Slowly, a smile appeared on his face.
He said, enunciating each word clearly, "Do you remember where the person who sent me to court last ended up?"
"Minister Scringer~"
The former minister, whose reputation is ruined and who is still hospitalized in San Mungo.
Cornelius Fudge!
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Minister Scrinjee's face darkened.
Grip the handle tightly with all five fingers.
His gaze was somber and cold as he stared at the smiling boy below.
...Clearly, the other party was the one who was tied up.
But it gave him the feeling that he had let a wolf into his house!
My hair stood on end!
But the cooperation has already broken down.
A war without gunfire has begun; in this game of power, there can only be one winner!
And this could only be him!
Just like Fudge.
Scrimgeour never understood it from beginning to end.
What Ethan sought was never "power".
Scrimgeour commanded in a deep voice, "Now, read the verdict."
"Ah, cough!"
The judge suddenly came to his senses.
He banged the gavel hard and glanced at Ethan with a pitying look.
Following the pre-arranged procedure, he began, "Uh—since the prisoner has no intention of defending himself, the verdict is as follows:"
"Ethan Vincent is hereby transferred to Azkaban, effective immediately, until the second hearing begins!"
The words fell.
Arthur, who had "accompanied" him, stared wide-eyed in shock and exclaimed in astonishment, "What? Azkaban?!"
"Are you all insane! Ethan is just a child! Azkaban has never imprisoned a schoolchild!!"
However, he responded.
But there was only a cold, icy silence.
It was as if he were talking to an iron wall.
As for the so-called "second trial".
It's even more uncertain when it will open.
Wasn't the Sirius Black case also left unresolved in the same way?
"Please abide by court procedures, Mr. Weasley."
The judge said in a deep voice.
I sighed inwardly:
Whoever enters Azkaban will be tormented by the Dementors and become unrecognizable...
What a pity, such a talented young boy.
He was both a genius and a failure.
If we could "assess the situation" like Percy Weasley, that outstanding Hogwarts graduate.
I don't have that many thoughts.
Couldn't they also get promoted smoothly?
What they didn't know was...
Former minister, Cornell Fudge.
Like them, they were all working for their own career advancement.
A crucial piece of information was concealed—
That is, Ethan, who can even kill Dementors!
Arthur: "Dumbledore won't allow it! How could you?"
"No need to say anything, Mr. Weasley."
Ethan interrupted him.
He turned his head and smiled, "I have no objection to this verdict."
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Mr. Weasley was stunned.
He stared blankly at Ethan.
Surprisingly, I saw something in those usually calm, cobalt blue eyes...
A touch of joy?
as if.
They not only had no objection to the verdict, they were overjoyed!
Why refuse a government-funded trip to Azkaban?
Perfect timing, we've almost used up all the "experimental subjects" in Knockturn Alley~
Upon hearing this...
Minister Scrinje, however, frowned.
He sat high on the judge's bench, looking down at the quiet Ethan.
Originally, they were prepared for Ethan to resist.
Unexpectedly, Ethan was so "cooperative".
...I have a feeling that something is wrong.
But he thought about it for a while.
Dementors are born without emotions and are the nightmares of wizards.
Even Hagrid, that savage, fearless half-giant.
The mere mention of the name Dementor sends shivers down their spines.
No wizard can deal with them.
Including Ethan.
Thinking of this.
Scrimgeour nodded silently.
Take it easy.
His cold, hard lips curled up slightly, and a hint of victor's pride and smugness flashed in his eyes.
"Thump!"
The gavel fell heavily.
The judge breathed a sigh of relief and quickly announced the verdict: "Then the judgment is effective immediately! The executor is..."
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The judge wandered around.
The officials and Aurors who met his gaze seemed to suddenly take a keen interest in the decor of the courtroom.
Look at the sky, look at the ground, look at the chandelier.
I just won't look at him.
...I'm dying of laughter.
Escorting other prisoners could lead to a surprise attack and death.
Escorting Ethan would truly be like entering hell; one wrong move and you could become part of a "great painting"!
Just as the judge was thinking, "I'll choose whoever the little monster points to,"
"Let me deliver it."
Everyone, including Ethan, turned to look.
A graceful figure emerged from the shadows.
The light shone on her chest, casting a large shadow on her abdomen.
Her black hair was tied up, fully revealing her beautiful face, a blend of maturity and youthful innocence.
Like a rosebud about to bloom.
Her deep-set eyes and brows exuded an exotic allure.
Ethan raised his eyebrows slightly.
He recognized the woman.
He was one of the Aurors sent to Hogwarts.
They regarded him as a fanatical hero and idol.
at this time.
The naivety and clarity that had been present in those distinctive bright red eyes had faded.
They became more composed.
"Miss Rozier?" The judge was surprised, looked her up and down, and hesitated before asking, "Are you sure you have the ability?"
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Before he could finish speaking...
Miss Rozier suddenly raised her hand!
The magic wand in his hand transformed into a long, glossy black whip, which snapped the chains binding Ethan with a crack!
He grabbed Ethan's wrist and dragged him over in one swift motion!
It was as if a beautiful and alluring rose had suddenly burst open, revealing a hint of its violent nature.
The beautiful woman, Aurora, raised her chin.
Her red lips parted, and she said coldly, "Ethan Vincent, I will oversee him."
"Is there a problem?"
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