For some time after the meeting, Lucius began to run around for his son, while Malfoy, staying at home, had a relatively uneventful time.

The final trial is scheduled for Friday.

There was no open hearing.

The news was well blocked, and under Umbridge's "advice" and means, the trial was confined to a small circle, and the results were announced to the public only after it was over.

Presumably, with the help of the Daily Prophet, public opinion will soon be changed.

The Malfoys arrived at the Ministry of Magic early, and this time, they were much more relaxed than the previous time Lucius was worried about Dumbledore's feeble lawsuit.

Lucius, in particular, is in his chest.

Narcissa even fought for her son to be handcuffed differently, and when he was tried, the chains on the armrests on either side of the chair would not maliciously restrain him.

They had all arrived early, and Malfoy sat in the chair in the center of the room, stunned as he stared at the rows of empty benches that stretched from low to high in front of him.

He was not worried about the outcome of this trial, it was already predestined.

Then the door was opened, and a faint light illuminated the dark room, and one after another people came in, and they took their seats one after another by the light of the dim torches that were better than nothing.

A middle-aged man walked with a big step, dragged his robe, and took the initiative to walk all the way to the first row and sat down with Lucius.

"Lucius, I hope that after this trial, I can surprise my daughter, and that kid from your family can give me some anger. Hector Parkinson said with a frown, patting Lucius on the shoulder affectionately.

It is equivalent to a disguised cheer.

"We'll see. Luciusk nodded, leaning his cane back in his seat.

Dozens of jurors dressed in fuchsia robes began to enter the courtroom one after another, and just as they had found their seats and sat down, the sound of ten drumming bells overhead, and the penetrating sound came through the layers of stone walls to the courtroom.

Time's up.

"If everybody's here, I think we can get started, okay?" Umbridge said in a delicate tone that dragged her down.

I have to say that Umbridge, if he is the boss who oppresses himself and controls himself, will look very annoying.

But when she is close to flattering someone, the convenience she gets is also beyond imagination.

For example, Malfoy now sees that most of the jury members in the audience are smiling and nodding their heads in return, and Umbridge takes a large part of the credit.

Of course, his father also played a lot of roles.

It is enough to make many neutral people fall against them.

There were a few exceptions, and the gaze that looked at Malfoy was full of hostility and suspicion.

A man sitting in the front row, his brown hair was like the hair of a lion, and he was disheveled, and his eyebrows were deeply sunken, looking very frightened.

Rufus Scrimgeour was looking ahead with those wide-eyed eyes, unenraged.

As a strong contender for previous minister, he was reluctant to resent Umbridge's near-inaction strategy.

Especially now that Dumbledore is dead, the situation is even worse, and a radical person needs to step up and carry the current situation.

In his eyes, Malfoy is very suspicious and worthy of torture.

Umbridge stood up for him again, and even reached out to the Wizengamot courtroom, and many people were lobbied by her.

The impact of Dumbledore's death is not limited to Hogwarts, just now, Dumbledore's speech here not long ago, and the testimony of his students, there are still many people who thought it was true, and now they have changed direction.

Positions are extremely easy to change.

Percy of the Weasleys stood respectfully behind Umbridge, muttering something on the parchment with a quill before pausing to wait for the court to begin.

Malfoy's eyes scanned in front of him, and he even saw Professor McGonagall, whom she had met not long ago, her eagle-sharp eyes gleaming in the dark courtroom, staring at him motionless.

It was a gaze of pure scrutiny.

Little did she know, of course, that the Hogwarts commotion not so long ago was caused by Malfoy.

And it's gone.

Because it seems that nothing was lost, and no one was hurt.

Of course, the injury to the bridge of Ron's nose should not be counted, and after Madam Pomfrey's treatment, it healed in one night.

Other anomalies are Pansy's distraction throughout the day.

But no one would associate this with the riot, would they? Who cares about the psychology of a schoolgirl, at this age, mood changes are a normal thing.

The school then took another day off to ease the situation, and classes resumed the day after the funeral.

And the evening before classes resumed, as she was about to fulfill her duties as a new principal and start her office, an owl broke into her office with a red envelope in its mouth and smashed open the glass window.

Tearing open the envelope and through the thin lenses, she read on, and received another request from the Ministry of Magic to observe.

So I came here this morning.

Looking at Malfoy on the podium, she also had an inexplicable sentimentality.

Last time, Dumbledore was in the same position, being questioned, but now everything is wrong.

Regarding this student's performance, she still hopes that he is innocent and expects that she can be convinced.

This is out of the vision of a teacher, and no normal teacher wants her students to go astray, especially a somewhat old-fashioned and stubborn witch like her.

"Alright. Umbridge cleared her throat and tapped the small hammer on the table in front of her.

With the two sounds of "dong dong", it attracted everyone's attention.

"For the sake of everyone's time, let's skip the charge against Mr. Draco Malfoy, after all, everyone already knew what happened to him at the last trial. ”

The jury members began to whisper, as if recalling the scene of the previous trial.

Few objected.

Because most people's positions are clear before the trial.

In the previous trial, Dumbledore was eloquent, and the rebuttal of several witnesses pushed Lucius into a corner, and if it weren't for his last-minute departure because of Azkaban, the coffin would have been closed.

However, with his "death", the situation became reversed.

The victim and witness, Barty Crouch, did not attend the new trial for unknown reasons.

Now, almost everything that was bad for Malfoy was cut and the positive was dominant.

Coupled with Umbridge's deliberate guidance, everything is moving in a good direction.

Whitewashing, under the pressure of power and the temptation of wealth, does not seem to be as difficult as imagined.