Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Although there is no research to understand the reason, the book "Advanced Black Magic: Revealed" was still left by Sherlock.

This is an unreliable guess.

Does Amy feel that the only way to return to the correct timeline is to live long enough?

But even in the end, there is no other way, and Sherlock will not use this kind of magic to make himself immortal.

Putting aside the issue of whether it is evil or not, he cannot accept the impact that splitting the soul will have on the main soul.

It doesn’t matter whether the person whose personality is finalized is himself or not.

Therefore, even if he kept this secret book, Sherlock had no intention of learning how to make Horcruxes. He just thought that his way of thinking about this magic might change, and he would be able to come up with some other ideas in the future.

The day after he came to work in the Department of Mysteries, Sherlock did not take Amy back to the Leaky Cauldron.

The office in the Time Hall has enough rooms and complete facilities. The two of them can have one room each.

By the next day, he had no time to study the Horcrux.

A fluttering paper airplane flew into the hall of the Mysterious Affairs Department, then passed through the door of the Time Hall and flew into Sherlock's hands.

Amy had experienced the magic of this paper airplane yesterday, and she still finds it very interesting.

Sherlock took it apart and saw what was on it.

"To John Watson

The trial regarding Algie Tuft will be heard by the Wizengamot at ten o'clock this morning. As one of the direct witnesses in this case, you need to be present before the trial.

The hearing will be held in Courtroom No. 6, so please do not be late.

——Frank Verzili, Clerk of the Wizarding Court of the Wizengamot"

Sherlock put down the letter. He had already expected this trial.

Not only will he attend the trial as a witness, Eddie and Mrs. Selwyn will also attend the trial as witnesses.

After looking at the time, it was already half past nine, and he stopped delaying. After telling Amy to stay in the Time Hall and not to go in and out of other rooms at will, Sherlock went to Trial Court No. 6.

The Wizengamot, the Grand Court of Wizards, is a wizarding organization that is far older than the Ministry of Magic.

After the establishment of the Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot was also incorporated into the Ministry of Magic and became part of the magical political system.

After Dumbledore became the Headmaster of Hogwarts, he held the position of Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot for a long time.

However, because he also serves as the president of the International Federation of Magic and the principal of Hogwarts, he is usually busy with official duties and cannot attend the Wizengamot Tribunal every time.

Therefore, the majority of approvals are led by the Minister of Magic himself.

All tribunals are located on the tenth floor underground of the Ministry of Magic, which is the floor below the Department of Mysteries.

The structure of the rooms in the Inquisition is similar to the Chamber of Death in the Department of Mysteries.

The stone steps go from high to low, and in the middle is an iron chair with shackles fixed to the ground. This chair is where the prisoner being tried is located.

When Sherlock came to the trial court, there were already many people here.

Those wizards all wore purple robes, with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on the left chest.

The red wizards are all members of the Wizengamot.

Even in modern times, wizarding courts still use the oldest trial methods.

The trial is conducted by the interrogator asking questions, the clerk is responsible for taking notes, and the final decision is made by a show of hands.

In other words, the prisoner confesses all his crimes, and then whether he is guilty or not, whether he is guilty or not, whether he is guilty or not, and how he should be punished are all decided by these Wizengamot wizards.

Of course, magical laws will also provide a standard, but it is only a standard. After all, wizard laws can be modified at any time (for example, in order to facilitate his own transformation of Muggle technology, Arthur privately modified the laws and regulations to create loopholes for himself) .

There are about 50 wizards in the Wizengamot. Not all of them came to this trial, but there were close to 40 people.

In the absence of Dumbledore, the interrogator in red robes sitting in the middle position was naturally the current Minister of Magic, Harold Minkan.

He saw Sherlock walking in, smiled and nodded at him.

Of course Sherlock smiled back.

After entering the door, the clerk in charge of the court hearing immediately arranged his seat as a witness.

It was on the lowest stone step, very close to the iron chair, and you could directly see the face of the interrogator when you looked up.

When Sherlock sat down, he felt someone staring at him diagonally across from him. When he looked up, he realized that it was Eddie sitting there.

Naturally, witnesses cannot sit together and each has a separate seat to prevent communication during the trial.

Mrs. Selwyn also sat in one of the witness seats. Under normal circumstances, even if she was present, she would wear a red robe and sit in the voting box, but today she was a witness.

The trial has not yet begun, and the wizards sitting on the high platform are whispering.

They were talking about something, Sherlock couldn't hear clearly, but looking at the expressions on these people's faces, they didn't seem to be very good-looking.

At ten o'clock, the court hearing was held on time.

Algi, who looked pale and dejected, was escorted by two Aurors to the courtroom and was pressed on the chair in the middle.

The surrounding light became dim, with only a few torches hanging on the dark stone walls beating with an unsettling light.

After Algi was escorted in, the heavy door slammed shut at the entrance.

The two Aurors released Algi and allowed him to sit on the steel seat in the middle.

As soon as he sat down, the shackles and chains on both sides of the armrests suddenly jumped up, binding him firmly to the chair and restricting all his movements.

After the defendant entered the courtroom, all the red-robed wizards on the high platform fell silent.

There was silence in the courtroom, and Minkan's cold and stern voice echoed in the space.

"The defendant is here and we can begin. Are you ready?"

The person being questioned was a very thin wizard with gold-rimmed glasses on his face. He was the clerk of the trial. The wizard nodded slightly.

"You may begin, sir."

"The trial on August 3rd," Minkan said loudly, "the trial of Algie Tuft, a member of the Third Auror Team of the Ministry of Magic's Auror Command, for violating the Dark Arts Act and the Ministry of Magic Internal Management Act case.”

His voice was loud, obviously using a sound amplification spell, which was enough for every wizard in this court to hear clearly.

After all the judges, clerks and witnesses were introduced, the trial officially began.

Minkan was the main interrogator, but it was Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, who was responsible for the interrogation.

"Did the defendant participate in the Auror operation in Wales on June 1st to rescue the former Director of the Department of Mysteries?" Crouch's voice was deep and calm.

Algie, who was sitting in the middle of the court hearing, looked gloomy and said as if he had lost his soul.

"Yes."

"Before that mission, did you contact the Death Eaters in advance and inform them of the time of the operation, the list of personnel, and the location where the Apparition landed!"

"I, I..." Algie's face turned frightened, "I don't know."

Crouch frowned.

"you do not know?"

Algi buried his head into his shackled hands, looking extremely painful and desperate.

"One day at the end of May, it was like someone had cast a spell on me. I couldn't control everything I did."

He sobbed and said in a voice that sounded like crying.

"I know that I am guilty, and I am willing to accept punishment, but I don't want to be said to be a duplicitous traitor... I was under the Imperius Curse, and I did not take the initiative to betray the Ministry of Magic... ....”

Algi's words and performance were heard and seen by the wizards on the high platform.

Some people sneered at what he said, while others shook their heads with regret.

Sherlock only felt emotion in his heart at this time.

As expected, anyone who can be an undercover agent has two skills. He can also call black and white. He can act out things that a discerning person can see through at a glance.

The expression on Crouch's face did not change at all, and he shouted a name in a calm tone.

"Barty Crouch Jr."

Sitting in the witness seat, a pale young man nodded slightly.

"You were the captain of the Third Auror Team, and the defendant was also under your command when he was on a mission in Wales. Can you tell from his behavior that there are signs that he was controlled by someone using the Imperius Curse?"

Little Barty said neither humble nor haughty.

"He is normal. During Auror training, all Aurors have learned how to tell whether a wizard is controlled by a soul-stealer. Algi did not show that kind of behavior at that time."

"Do you have anything else to say? Defendant. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com" Crouch's voice was cold.

Algie's expression was still one of sadness and fear, his face streaked with tears.

"You don't know the methods of those people...their Imperius Curses are much more powerful than normal people. The ones you learned from Aurors are useless, useless at all..."

Seeing him like this, Sherlock couldn't help but curl his lips.

No matter how he was interrogated, as long as he was killed by the Imperius Curse, and it was an advanced version of the Imperius Curse that normal people could not identify, then no one would have conclusive evidence to prove that his betrayal was subjective.

With such an attitude that he is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, someone must have ventilated him before the trial started.

"I request the floor, sir."

At this moment, Eddie, who was sitting diagonally across from Sherlock, raised his hands with a grim expression and stood up from his seat.

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