Professor McGonagall's brow was still furrowed, she seemed unhappy with the skipping process, and she already sensed something unusual that would not seem to be a fair trial.

"Last time, the person was not present, and not long ago, he took the initiative to find us and asked for clarification. A deep female voice rang out in the courtroom.

Scrimgeour's brow was equally furrowed, and as someone who hadn't been bought, he was quite sensitive.

"I think it's better to use the word surrender. He stood up and said.

"Draco, he's not convicted, he's not a criminal, and he's not an adult!" Narcissa retorted immediately, standing up.

"Some people are evil by nature and have nothing to do with age. Scrimgeour retorted viciously.

Then he glared at Lucius not far away with his fierce gaze, "Of course, it can't be ruled out that it's genetic." ”

"Presumptuous!" Lucius clenched his wand and immediately rose from his seat.

"Silence!" a serious female voice interrupted what was about to happen.

"This is a courtroom, not a Diagon Alley storehouse. ”

It was Ms. Bones who spoke, a stodgy, middle-aged woman who essentially handed over the task to Umbridge after the court was announced.

"Let's hear what the person has to say. She continued.

Malfoy cherished the words like gold, and said one word in a deep tone: "Imperius Curse." ”

"Oh, it's all the way around, exactly like his father. Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

However, the people around them obviously didn't think so, and they kept nodding their heads, showing an expression that they had just done, as if they thought this statement was already very convincing.

The smile on Scrimgeour faded, and he clenched his fists.

"Who cast this spell on you? Barty Crouch Jr. was already caught when you were holding Miss Delacour hostage. Scrimgeour said word for word.

"I don't know, when I regained consciousness, I only found myself sleeping in the wild, and my consciousness had been hazy. Malfoy said in a steady tone.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it? Anyone can use this excuse to get the blame out. He laughed.

But it seems, no one echoed him.

Most nodded approvingly.

Scrimgeour's thick eyebrows furrowed together.

"The Malfoys have expressed their deep apologies to Miss Delacour in order to gain their understanding, and she is now in the best ward of St. Mungo's Hospital. Umbridge interjected.

The jurors in the audience began to talk again.

"As a victim, he still cares for the innocent people he implicated, even if it is not his responsibility. Umbridge was the first to applaud.

Professor McGonagall's brow furrowed even tighter, and this deliberate direction really did not satisfy her.

"How do you think that the mystery man would choose a minor student to carry out his plan? isn't it ridiculous?" Umbridge continued to interject.

"Then you have to ask his father if he is a good example for him. Scrimgeour shrugged.

"I will file a new lawsuit against you for defamation after this trial is over. Lucius stood up excitedly.

"Then I'll wait. ”

"You must have the Dark Mark on your left arm!" a slender man beside Scrimgeour stood up at once, apparently at his behest, and questioned Malfoy.

Scrimgeour had a satisfied smile on his face.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the reason of the "Imperius Curse" was actually enough to shirk all responsibility, and even if there were, it didn't quite explain anything.

And he didn't know that this person had been bought.

At this time, Lucius's face also showed a relaxed expression, everything developed in the direction he needed, and he sat back in his seat.

When Malfoy heard this, he immediately rolled up the sleeve of his left arm.

The upper part of the arm is clean, there is nothing.

What is surprising is that the seemingly thin body and thin arms actually have a lot of hidden strength, but the muscles on the arms are not the strong appearance of a bodybuilder, but converge into smooth lines

"There is a lot of magic that can be disguised. The man's tone froze, his gaze frozen, and he continued to question.

"I request that Mr. Mad-Eye Moody be summoned for verification!" the man said in a loud voice.

"I seconded that Mr. Moody, who was also a witness in the last trial, had every reason to be there. Scrimgeour immediately agreed.

Moody's magic eye can see through almost all disguises, and even the Supreme Invisibility Cloak, one of the three holy weapons, will be perceived by his eye.

He walked in from outside the gate, dragging his lame legs, and staggered in, the blue magic eye as if it was about to jump out of its socket at any moment.

Narcissa, on the other hand, breathed a deep sigh of relief, her eyelids closed, and she subconsciously rested her head on her husband's shoulder, and Lucius also hugged her shoulder, constantly relieved.

Mad-Eye Moody slowly walked past the seated jurors on either side of him and down the stairs to Malfoy, examining the student with his eyes.

Malfoy's gray eyes stared at him as if his terrifying eye were completely non-existent.

"Treacherous imps. Moody's hoarse voice revealed hostility toward him. Then he looked down to his arm.

With just a quick glance, Moody's came to a conclusion.

"There are no markings on it. He then said coldly.

It was only then that Scrimgeour realized that something was wrong, tilted his head, looked at his men, and then silently lowered his head and said nothing.

Before Malfoy's eyes, the jury members on the left and right began to whisper again.

Every whispered discussion is a shift in position.

Scrimgeour immediately looked at the man beside him, his expression stiffening a little.

"I think it's clear by now, right?" said Umbridge pinched his throat and said in a thin tone, cocking his fingers and posing as if he was going to win.

"I think you are ready to vote, and if you think Mr. Draco Malfoy is not guilty, please raise your hand. ”

Soon, hands symbolizing innocent conclusions rose from the stage.

Only a handful of people did not raise their hands.

The ending is obvious.

"Very well, boy, you'd better not show your feet. Scrimgeour said a vicious last word and left the courtroom with his men in disgrace.

"Well, I formally announce that Mr. Draco Malfoy will be released from the court! ”

The members of the jury in red robes stood up one after another at this time and spontaneously applauded.

"Great, Draco!" Almost immediately, Narcissa rose from her bench, hurried down the steps, rushed in front of her son, and embraced him into her arms.

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting in the middle row, slowly got up and walked in front of him.

"Mr. Malfoy, I think you can start making arrangements to go back to school, postpone the exam, please hurry up, you are already a long way behind the course. Professor McGonagall said in a businesslike tone.

"Yes, yes, yes. Narcissa nodded.

"I've got your textbooks ready, ready to go, Draco. Narcissa wiped the corners of her eyes and said with relief.

The items he had left in the dormitory had been thoroughly checked.

After confirming that there were no dangerous items, they have now been moved back to their homes.

"Okay, Mom, but I don't think I need to postpone the exam. Malfoy said to her mother, then turned to Professor McGonagall and bowed clearly.