This Hogwarts is not normal

Vincent dropped a big, heavy stone.

He hated doing it, very much.

"Witness, were you attacked by a basilisk on Halloween night, October 30?"

"Yes, another student and I both saw it."

"Can you describe it?"

"It has a body as wide as a stairwell, with emerald green scales and yellow eyes, and a pair of horns and bright red feathers on its head."

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"How did you avoid its gaze?"

"I am an alchemist's apprentice, and I always carry some gadgets with me to avoid attacks."

"How did you find out that the accused was going to flee in the early morning of November 10th?"

"He was holding the suitcase and retreating into the stairwell in a panic."

"Enough!" Lockhart was tightly restrained by the chain,

"Tom Riddle had been absorbing my life force and he attacked me when I didn't notice!"

Vincent and Fudge both sat down one after another.

Bones held up a thick stack of parchment and said, "Accused, according to the testimony of a witness who was not present, you violently threw her to the ground after waking up."

"My mind was in chaos at the time, and I just wanted to leave Hogwarts as soon as possible."

"So -" she turned out another copy, "how did you know the location of the secret room?"

"Tom Riddle told me!" Lockhart wasn't lying.

Without Parseltongue, it would be impossible to open the secret chamber.

Even Dumbledore would have spent a lot of time deciphering the magic arranged by Salazar Slytherin.

But this is just a legend, unless Harry is involved.

Bones looked at the last witness, "Accused, we can prove that the existence of the secret room is not a secret."

Snape stood up calmly without even looking at Lockhart.

"Witness, you should know what it means for you to be able to breathe fresh air freely."

"Know."

"We will only selectively accept your testimony. We hope you can understand our difficulties."

"I understand."

As a former Death Eater, even with Dumbledore's guarantee, it would be difficult to gain everyone's trust again.

"Witness, as the head of Slytherin, do you know the legend of the secret chamber left behind by the founder?"

Snape said expressionlessly, "I know."

"Then as a potion master, can you prove that the person in the secret room is a basilisk?"

"I have studied its venom. This kind of venom that can only be detoxified with phoenix tears can only belong to the basilisk."

"Do you know how to open the secret room?"

Snape's breathing became heavier, "A not-so-common code."

"Finally -" Bones put down all the parchment in his hand, "You had a duel with the accused. Please tell me what the result was."

"It's a tie. Wayne and I were almost knocked off the field by his stun spell."

Unsurprisingly, the hearing turned towards Lockhart being the mastermind.

Dumbledore, who knew Tom's appearance, was not there that night, and McGonagall and Flitwick were in the Forbidden Forest to deal with Jomgand.

The most senior Kettleburn was not in the auditorium at the time, and the other professors, like Snape, had never seen Voldemort as a student.

Do we need the portraits of principals to prove it?

Or use the students’ memories to prove it?

Lockhart leaned back on his chair and stared blankly at the dark ceiling.

Hearings hosted by the Supreme Wizarding Court and the Magical Law Commission are the most authoritative in the wizarding world across the British Isles.

Serious and rigorous, determined to condemn him.

"Accused, can you prove that the soul in the evidence is Tom Riddle himself?"

Even the veteran Death Eaters may not know that there are no photos of Tom without a nose, let alone photos of Tom when he was in school.

The only thing that can save him is the evidence given by Dumbledore and Vincent.

But what if it is proven that Tom is Tom?

As long as the Ministry of Magic headed by Fudge does not recognize it, Tom cannot be Tom.

"I can't prove it." Lockhart's dull eyes scanned everyone present.

"If only I had known earlier that Tom Riddle was the one."

This sentence touched many people.

The reason why we dare not announce Voldemort's true appearance and name is because everyone knows that he did not really die twelve years ago.

At that time, the Ministry of Magic was faced with a ruin-like scene and had only two completely different options.

Either passively shrouded in the shadow of terror, or actively put on a false shell.

If after all it's just if.

Ogden stood up and announced the result: "This hearing is over, and the formal trial will be held on the 20th of next month."

It no longer matters whether this process occurred or not, Lockhart was destined to become the scapegoat.

Externally, Tom is his soul and he does everything.

Internally, sixteen-year-old Tom is not a threat.

The Horcruxes must be kept completely secret until all of them are found, and all Vincent can do is sit on the sidelines.

Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder, "It's time for us to get out of here."

"yes."

Vincent got up and followed Snape. When he was racking his brains to think of an excuse, he saw Lucius and Narcissa walking over.

"Severus, long time no see." He put his hand on Snape's shoulder affectionately.

"It's almost noon, do you want to come to my manor to get together?"

This sinister expression must be that he is planning to discuss some conspiracy.

Voldemort's escape route is blocked. How about digging a new one?

My good fellow is a double undercover agent, so digging from here is the least difficult.

Vincent didn't care whether they were conspiring or reminiscing about old times, as long as they didn't return to Hogwarts immediately.

Snape, who was walking side by side with Lucius, always felt something was strange.

This familiar feeling means that someone must be plotting against me.

He first glanced behind him, then to the side.

He can still tell which side's situation is more serious.

While in the lobby on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore smiled and joked:

"The expression on Lucius's face when he learns the truth will be wonderful in the future."

Vincent's slightly sinister eyes moved away from Snape's back, "Professor, he will show such an expression soon."

In a few days, Gwent and The Witcher cards will be launched on the market.

This is a "river of blood" war.

The two of them looked at each other tacitly for a moment, and then walked out of the Ministry of Magic in perfect agreement.

The two of them were standing at the gate chatting, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

"Mr. Wayne -" Rita came to Vincent, holding paper and pen very professionally,

"Excuse me, can I interview you?"

"Of course." Vincent looked at Dumbledore, "I just happened to have an appointment with someone. Professor, do you want to come with me?"

"Thank you for your kindness." Dumbledore blinked, "If I were there, they would all be very nervous."

Rita's smile grew brighter.

It seems there is more than one big news.

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