Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

St. Mungo's Hospital.

Lucius was telling two Aurors about his family's tragic experience.

"Murphy Darkholm! That's him! He used a fire spell and an explosive black magic to blow up my house! My family and I almost died. And my unfortunate friends , all perished in the sea of ​​fire!"

"He is a murderous dark wizard! You must bring him to justice!"

He was complaining hoarsely when he looked up and saw Scrimgeour walking into the ward with four or five Aurors, followed by Murphy Darkholm.

Um?

Aurors move so fast?

The criminal was arrested and brought to justice before I even finished stating my grievances?

"Scrimgeour, he..."

"Lucius. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it in court."

"..."

Lucius was a little confused. The Auror's efficiency today was a bit unusual.

He stood up and saw two Aurors coming up, standing beside him one on the left and one on the right. One Auror said: "Hand over your wand."

Lucius was confused. I am a accuser. Why did you accept my wand?

"Scrimgeour, what's going on? What do you mean? Didn't you ask me to testify in court?"

Scrimgeour stared at him coldly, "Lucius, you are accused of being a Death Eater and are engaging in dangerous actions. You must come with us."

"What?"

Lucius was a little confused.

Death Eaters?

When did that happen?

The trial has ended long ago!

"According to the Purge Act, the trial of all Death Eater suspects, even if proven innocent at the time, can be restarted once new evidence emerges. Lucius, come with me, your trial has been restarted!"

…

Wizengamot Court.

Looking at the wizards filling the entire trial court on the three floors inside and outside, Murphy suddenly felt that this time, things seemed to be a little too big.

In fact, he was right. In general wizard trials, only more than one-third of the Wizengamot members need to be present, and in major cases, more than one-half of the members need to be present. However, once the purge bill is involved, unless there is It is an extremely special situation and all members must attend.

Lucius was now locked in an iron thorn cage in the center. He looked quite frightened and his whole body was in panic.

It seems that the first trial at that time should have left a serious psychological shadow on him.

From this point of view, my report this time is not useless.

After everyone sat down, everyone waited silently for a while. Suddenly, a space not far in front of Murphy was distorted, and then a tall figure appeared in front of him.

The man wore a tall, pointed hat and a blue wizard's robe, studded with bright little stars.

"I'm very sorry, everyone, I'm late. There are some things at school, which delayed a little time. Shall we start now?"

Murphy listened to this familiar voice with some astonishment, as ten thousand grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart.

Merlin's bitch!

Why the hell didn’t I think of him!

Dumbledore!

He is the chief mage of the Wizengamot!

How could he not come to such an occasion? !

After more than half a year, when he saw this kind principal again, Murphy did not feel the same sense of stability as when he was at school. Instead, he couldn't help but become nervous. After all, he would have to tell a lot of lies later, and in front of him This guy, if not the one with the highest IQ in the wizarding world, is at least in the top five.

This is Dumbledore!

Regardless of his past life or this life, he is synonymous with wisdom and strength.

You would never want to become an enemy of such a person.

But today, Murphy really had to deceive most of the people here.

"Rufus, you mentioned new evidence in your letter..." Dumbledore said, turning around and catching a glimpse of Murphy. He obviously hesitated for a moment, but soon continued: "Can you give us Show it to me?”

"Let the provider of the evidence, Mr. Murphy Duckholm, present it in person."

With that said, Scrimgeour motioned for Murphy to step forward.

Taking a deep breath, Murphy tried to calm down his emotions.

Damn it!

do not care!

At this point, even if Voldemort is in front of him, he can only go up!

His eyes instantly became firm, and he walked to the host's podium next to the trial seat and stood still.

"Everyone, my name is Murphy Darkholm."

"You may have never seen me, but many of you here may be familiar with my parents."

"Yes, they are all Death Eaters."

The wizards in purple robes began to whisper.

But Murphy didn't care. "Because of them, I spent a lonely childhood. Because of them, I was bullied in school. Because of them, I have always been poor."

"However, I don't blame them. They have done a lot of evil, they deserve it, and they have paid the price for what they have done."

"However, not all evildoers have been punished."

"This man! Lucius Malfoy!" Murphy pointed at Lucius in the iron cage of thorns. "He is a Death Eater like my parents! But he escaped from trial! He did many evil things, but he slipped through the cracks. Zhiyu! Today I am here to reveal his true identity!"

"What evidence do you have that he is a Death Eater?" someone immediately asked at the trial seat.

"I have two pieces of evidence," Murphy said, pulling out a letter from his arms. "I found a secret letter in the old house."

"This is a letter from a Death Eater to my father, Sanders Darkholm. It was this man who invited my father, won him over, made him join the Death Eaters, and promised him , 'When that lord rules everything, we will become his right-hand men and gain power and wealth that no one has ever enjoyed before!'"

"Everyone, please take a look." Murphy unfolded the letter. "This is the letter, and the signature at the end is L.M. Lucius Malfoy!"

"Lie! Liar!" Lucius yelled, "I have never written such a letter! Your bedbug-like father is not worth winning over at all!"

A judge took the letter from Murphy's hand and circulated it among everyone.

At this time, Murphy took out a second letter, "I knew you wouldn't admit it easily, but you should admit that you wrote this letter, right?"

Murphy unfolded the second letter, but there were only a few brief words urging repayment. However, at the end, like the first letter, it was L.M.

"This..." Lucius was nervous for a moment, "This is just that I lent Sanders two hundred galleons and asked him to pay back the money! What does this mean?"

"First, this shows that my father has a good relationship with you. Otherwise, how could you lend him two hundred galleons? Second, this letter is written by you. Just compare the handwriting of the two letters and you will know Did you write the first letter?"

With that said, Murphy handed the second letter to the judge and asked him to continue circulating it.

"This doesn't mean anything!" Lucius roared, "That letter is a fake! Those handwritings are forged! Copying spell! Yes, it must be a copying spell!"

"The copying spell cannot achieve such an effect, Mr. Lucius." Murphy said, "Besides, the material of the letter paper, the traces of age after several years, and the handwriting that is exactly the same as yours, how can you forge it?"