"Patronus Charm."

Scott answered Rimbaud's question.

"It's not something I can control."

He waved his wand again, and the Patronus slowly drifted away into silver smoke.

Rimbaud didn't know what the Patronus Charm was, and after watching the peregrine falcon disappear, it flew to the desk next to Scott and landed.

"Well, since you didn't conjure it up on your own initiative." It says, "Then you can't be blamed." ”

Scott nodded thoughtfully.

"Why did you come here all of a sudden?" Rimbaud added, "But I also happened to want to go to Hogwarts to find you." ”

Scott sat back in his chair, "Looks like you already know about Carlo." ”

Rimbaud said, "Of course, the staff of the Ministry of Magic have been talking about Carlo and Rohr for the past two days, and it is said that Carlo has been on the run since he killed Rohr. ”

"That's right." It flapped its wings, "They say Caro was arrested for sneaking into Hogwarts to attack a student, is that you?" ”

"It's me." Scott said.

He recounted everything that had happened recently.

After hearing this, Rimbaud looked up at Scott with a surprised tone, "I don't know when you have encountered more and more accidents, is it really because of that prophecy?" ”

Speaking of this topic, Scott himself is a little unsure.

He sighed, "No matter what the reason, you have to face it." ”

He then inquired in detail about the current attitude of the Ministry of Magic towards Caro's case.

After Rimbaud's explanation, he understood that his testimony in the trial court next week was just a formality.

Even if he hadn't been attacked, Carlo would have been hopeless.

Caitlin Rohr's death completely torn the Rohr family and their in-laws, the Caro family, apart.

The members of the family are all from the Caro family of Slytherin House, and have always been loyal to Voldemort.

A considerable number of the members of the Rolle family will go to Ravenclaw Academy, which makes their position relatively vague and does not directly side with Voldemort.

It can only be said that in the past, they were close to Voldemort's side, and it is difficult to judge whether there is the influence of the Carlo family in this.

But since Caitlin Rohr's death at the hands of Elijah Caro, the Rohr family has quickly fallen into Medea's hands in recent times.

In this case, in such a situation where the power of the plaintiff and the defendant are almost equal, and with a third party who will enforce the law impartially and mainly the Law Enforcement Division, the trial of the Ministry of Magic Wizengamot can still be carried out in strict accordance with the law.

"You won't be going to the Ministry of Magic anymore in the near future." Scott said to Rimbaud, "I'm always worried that you'll be discovered by Medea who doesn't know where to hide. ”

Hearing Scott mention Medea, Rimbaud shuddered.

It had been unconsciously under Medea's Confusion Curse, and that incident had cast a deep shadow on it.

Scott said to it, "When Carlo is sent to Azkaban, you may need to make a trip." ”

Rimbaud tilted his head, "Do you want him to die in Azkaban?" Just like Travers. ”

"There are also two of the Yaxli family in Azkaban." Scott said, "Maybe we have to get out of with them as soon as possible, or else we'll ......."

Lampo, who was now much more clever, suddenly understood what he meant.

It asked, "Are you worried that Voldemort will suddenly regain his strength and attack Azkaban to save his faithful servants?" ”

Scott agrees.

"Well, I'll take a trip to Azkaban after Carlo is in prison." Rimbaud said, "It's the best place for me to go there, and those Dementors will just ignore me." ”

Scott spent the whole day at the Oak Cottage before being sent to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest by Rimbaud just before dinner.

He walked alone through the Forbidden Forest, and after leaving the Forbidden Forest, he met Grapeland again.

This time, Grapeland didn't take the initiative to speak, she just smiled meaningfully at Scott.

"Good afternoon."

Scott glanced at Graplan, said hello faintly, passed by her without looking back, and walked towards the castle without looking back.

"Scott." Grapeland stopped him.

Scott stopped, turned back and gave her a puzzled look.

"Mr. B has already contacted you, hasn't he?" Grapeland smiled and said, "I just wanted to remind you that Mr. B can help you more than you can imagine." ”

Scott didn't show any emotion at her words, he still didn't look interested.

"Mr. B?" He said, "Doesn't that gentleman have an official name?" ”

Grapeland was not outraged by Scott's sarcasm.

"You'll know." She still had a meaningful smile on her face.

Scott smiled too, "Then wait until that gentleman has an official name." ”

Ignoring Graplan, he turned his head and headed straight back to the castle and into the lively auditorium.

"Scott!"

Milton, who was sitting at the Ravenclaw table, immediately got up to meet Scott when he saw him.

"Scott, my father wrote me back." Milton whispered.

Scott took advantage of the situation and changed the direction of his footsteps, and the two of them came together to a no-man's land at the edge of the auditorium.

"My father said in the letter that he didn't have to do anything to do this, and that Carlo would inevitably be imprisoned in Azkaban." Milton spoke with a somewhat lost expression, "I'm sorry, I don't know if he said that because he didn't want to help......"

"I think he was right." Scott said.

He patted Milton on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Professor Dumbledore has told me about this, don't worry, Carlo will definitely not be able to escape the punishment he deserves, and your father really doesn't need to make any extra efforts." ”

"That's good!" Milton was rejoiced.

The time quickly came to the Friday of the trial of Carlo.

After breakfast that day, Scott came to the principal's office with the blessings of his friends.

Dumbledore was already waiting for him.

"Good morning, Scott, it's time for us to go."

He stood up, walked over to the fireplace in his office and asked Scott, "Do you know how to use Floo.com?" ”

"I know, Professor." Scott said.

"Very well, I'll be waiting for you on the other side."

Dumbledore grabbed a handful of Floo powder and walked into the fireplace, spilling it as he said, "Ministry of Magic." ”

Boom!

In the fireplace, a green flame rose and Dumbledore vanished.

Later, Scott also grabbed a handful of Floo powder and walked into the fireplace.

"Ministry of Magic."

When he sprinkled the Floo powder, countless vague scenes passed by as quickly as if he were watching a flower.

Soon, the image before his eyes was reframed, and at the same time, his body staggered two steps due to inertia.

"Are you okay?" Dumbledore, who was standing outside the fireplace, asked.

"I'm fine, Professor." Scott stepped out of the fireplace.

By this time, he was at the end of a golden hall, his feet on the polished dark wooden floor.

The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with glittering gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board.

The walls on all four sides are lined with dark wood panels of jet black and shiny, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the boards.

Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard pops out of one of the fireplaces on the left.

And on the right, there are several people waiting in line in front of each fireplace waiting to leave.

"This is the foyer of the atrium on the eighth basement floor."

Dumbledore introduced as he led him forward.

"This is the Fountain of the Magic Brothers."

At this time, they passed by the circular waterhole in the center of the hall.

Scott looked at it curiously.

In the middle of the waterhole stands a group of pure gold statues of wizards, witches, centaurs, goblins, and house-elves.

The tallest of them was a noble wizard with a wand in his hand, pointing straight to the sky.

Surrounding him was a beautiful witch, a centaur, a leprechaun, and a house-elf.

The centaurs, elves, and house-elves all looked at the two wizards with infinite admiration.

Beaming jets of water erupted from the tip of the wizard's wand, the centaur's arrowhead, and the ears of the house-elf.

Of course, centaurs and goblins don't worship wizards like this in real life, and the statue just represents the wishful thinking of wizards.

Dumbledore whispered to Scott, "We wizards don't have that good relationship with these creatures, and I've always felt that the 'Fountain of Magical Brothers' is not a 'Fountain of Brothers', but a 'Fountain of Hypocrisy'".

Scott smiled, and glanced again at the glittering silver and bronze in the waterhole.

Nearby, a small, smudged sign reads "All proceeds from the Fountain of the Brothers of Magic are donated to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital".

He then followed Dumbledore to the security counter.

With Dumbledore present, the staff in charge of security and visitor registration did their job as quickly as possible.

Dumbledore responded to greetings from time to time, leading Scott into a smaller, smaller hall.

There are at least twenty elevators here, blocked by refined golden fence gates.

"We're going to the courtroom on the ninth basement floor." Dumbledore said to Scott, "It's been abandoned for a long time, and I've heard it's been reactivated recently. ”

With a clattering sound, an elevator descended in front of them.

They took the elevator down the floor.

When the elevator doors opened again, Scott stepped out of the elevator after Dumbledore.

Then they came to a hallway with empty walls, no doors and no windows.

At the end of the hallway was a simple black door, but Dumbledore led Scott to the left, where there was a gap that led to a staircase.

They descended the stairs and down a hallway.

It's a lot like the Hogwarts basement—

Rough stone walls, torches stuck in brackets, and all doors were heavy wooden with iron latches and keyholes embedded in them.

"I remember...... It is the tenth courtroom. ”

Dumbledore muttered, and led Scott to a dark door with a large iron lock.

He twisted the heavy iron handle on the door and walked into the courtroom, followed by Scott.

It was a deep dark room, surrounded by walls made of black stone, and the light of the torches was dim and eerie.

On both sides of the road are rows of empty benches that rise gradually.

Directly in front of them, on the highest benches, sat figures, all of whom seemed to be whispering and exchanging ears.

Scott looked up a few times and saw that there were about a few dozen people there, all dressed in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver [W] embroidered on the left chest.

Scott and Dumbledore entered the courtroom seemingly without anyone noticing, and everyone stared down at the sunken center of the courtroom floor.

On the chair in the center of the room, the soon-to-be-judged Carlo was sitting with his head down, thorny chains wrapping around him.

"I need to go to the front." Dumbledore whispered to Scott again, "Find your own place to sit." ”

"Okay, Professor." Scott answered.

Dumbledore continued to walk forward, and the wizard's robes covered in stars suddenly turned into the same fuchsia robes as those of the men above.

Scott watched him walk up the stairs in front of him, then turned around and walked up the stairs beside him, and after passing by a few wizards who were looking at him coldly, he walked to the edge of a row of unoccupied seats and sat down.

At that moment, in the central seat above the courtroom, a stocky figure stood up.

It's Fudge, the Minister of the Ministry of Magic.

"Very well," Fudge said in a loud voice, "everybody's here, let's get started." ”

Of course, no one disputed.

Fudge continued to speak.

"The trial on April 15 will be held in the case of Elijah Jayden Caro for serious violations of multiple laws."

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic, Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Law Enforcement of Magic, Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot."

"Judge Recorder, Chief Secretary to the Office of the Minister of Magic: Jeremiah Oliver Graves."

Scott, who was sitting in the corner of the courtroom, followed Fudge's gaze to the front side of the courtroom, where Milton's father, Mr. Grevis, was sitting as a note-taker.

Although he is just a recorder, he is dressed very stylishly, and the whole person looks high-spirited.

As if sensing Scott's gaze, he looked up at Scott from a distance and nodded at him slightly.

But before Scott could respond, he withdrew his gaze.

At that moment, Fudge, who was in the center of the front of the courtroom, sat down again, picking up a stack of papers.

"The trial begins." He said, "Accuse the defendant of the following crimes—"

"At 9 p.m. on April 1, the accused killed Caitlin Rohr at Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and then secretly fled back to England."

As he said this, Scott heard a woman's sobs in the seats in the rows in front of him.

Fudge continued: "At 10 p.m. on April 8, the defendant illegally infiltrated Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and attacked an innocent student. ”

With that, he glared sternly at Rohr below.

"You're Elijah Jayden Caro?" He asked.

"Yes." Carlo's voice sounded a little weak in reply.

Fudge asked, "Do you plead guilty to the charges against you in this court?" ”

"I don't admit it." "I haven't done it. ”

His answer immediately sparked discussion in the courtroom.

Everyone knows that the crime he is accused of is the truth, and although everyone knows that the defendant may struggle not to admit guilt, when Carlo does deny it, it also makes many people feel uncomfortable.

"You're lying!" A shrill female voice suddenly rang out.

Scott followed the prestige, and a middle-aged witch in a plain black robe had stood up excitedly.

"It's you! You're a demon! She cried out, "You are the one who killed my daughter!" ”

It turned out to be Rohr's mother.

Almost everyone was startled by her poignant voice.

Then, another stout young witch stood up.

"You can't talk like that without proof, my dear cousin." She had an awkward smile on her ugly face.

"Alecto!" Rohr's mother turned her head and roared at the young witch with hatred, "You damn ......"

"Silence!" Fudge's angry voice rang out, "Sit down!" Don't disturb the trial process without reason! ”

The two witches glared at each other and sat down obediently, while Rohr's mother leaned on her husband's shoulder and continued to sob.

It wasn't until the courtroom was quiet again that Fudge spoke again, "Summons the prosecution witness, Leonie Zimmerman!" ”

Scott looked left and right, but no one stood up, so he looked back at the door of the courtroom.

"Summons the plaintiff witness Leonie Zimmerman!" Fudge spoke again.

But there was no movement at the door of the courtroom.

Scott heard someone sneer softly.

At this point, his magical perception spread throughout the courtroom, pinpointing the person who was laughing.

It was the stout young witch who had just stood up to exonerate Caro.

"What's going on? What about Leonie? ”

Rohr's mother sensed something was wrong and stood up again.

She was anxious to turn around and look for the witness, who was called Leonie, but her husband quickly grabbed her.

"Presiding Judge."

At that moment, Caro, who had been sitting quietly in the middle of the courtroom, raised his head.

He said: "Since the plaintiff's witnesses are not present, can the defendant's witnesses be called?" ”

Above, as Fudge, he obviously didn't expect this one.

"Oh, you, the accused, what witnesses do you have?" He asked.

"Of course, it's a witness who proves that I didn't kill Caitlin Rohr." Carlo said with a smile.

When Fudge heard his words, he quickly looked at Amelia Bones, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, on his left, and then at Dumbledore on his right.

"Witness for the adjudication." Ms. Bones said immediately.

Dumbledore nodded.

"Witness the Confession!" Fudge's voice was visibly unhappy.

Scott turned his head to look at the courtroom door again, desperate to know who the witness would be who would prove that Carlo hadn't killed.

He really didn't expect that this trial, which was already without suspense, would have such a change as now.