Chapter 339 The Old Judge

"Nelson, the kids love these balloons."

Martha and Nelson sat on the roof, looking at the children running wildly with balloons in the yard, and said cheerfully.

"Don't you like it too?" Nelson looked at the balloon floating above Martha's head and sighed, "It's been a long time since I sat here. I used to—"

"You used to like sitting on the roof basking in the sun," Martha took Nelson's words, "but how many days can you see the sun in London? So at that time we all thought you were very strange."

"Do you think I'm weird too?" Nelson asked with a smile.

"Of course, I'm the one who thinks you're the weirdest," Martha pulled down the balloon and flicked it back and forth in her hand, "Especially after that time, you're a strangely nice person, Nelson, and I think all of you, except for Mrs. The two weirdest people are the best people here!"

"Tom?"

"He wrote to me before, asking me how to sew clothes," Martha covered her mouth, "and told me not to tell you and Christina. Speaking of which, is that little girl with you too?"

"Yeah, she's Tom's younger sister," Nelson shrugged. "It's amazing. The two people I met in the orphanage turned out to be brothers and sisters. No bloody novel would dare to write like that."

"It's so good..." Martha was quite moved. She hugged her knees and curled up on the eaves, raised her head, looked at the sky where the sun could not be seen, and said, "I can find my relatives, me and most people here All……"

She closed her eyes and said nothing more.

"Isn't it the same?" Nelson laughed. "I thought you thought Mrs. Cole was your mother."

"Of course, but it's different!" Martha argued, but after thinking about it, she laughed. "Yeah, what's the difference?"

"Huh, huh——" there was a sound of flapping wings suddenly behind them, Nelson turned his head, and a gray owl was flying towards him with a letter in its mouth. He reached out to catch the envelope, and in Martha When he turned his head, the owl had already flown away.

"An owl?"

"Well, but I seem to be scared away." Nelson shook his head and stuffed the letter into his pocket.

"what is that?"

"It's nothing." Nelson stood up supporting the tiles. "I have something to do. Let's take a step first and come to see you in two days."

"What?"

Before Martha could ask, Nelson had already jumped into the house from the wooden ladder, and left a small stack of cash where he was sitting just now, with a note on it——“Deposit for clothes, come on!: )”

"What an abstract smiling face!" Martha burst out laughing. She didn't get up and chase after her to find out. Instead, she sat on the spot with her knees hugged and murmured, "I know, that man came that year. A few days later, an owl knocked open the windows of you and Tom, and then you disappeared...The man didn’t come back later, but the owl took Christian away again, where did you go?”

Standing at the corner of the corridor, Nelson opened the letter, summoned by the Wizengamot, and shook his head as a flame consumed the letter.

"Stupid." He shook his head and smacked his lips, like an old father whose son failed a test, and took out a pair of mirrors from his pocket, and shouted into it, "Tom, Tom Riddle, listen Can I see you?"

"Hoo hoo—"

Tom's voice quickly came from the mirror. He seemed to have just finished a strenuous exercise and was panting heavily. In the background noise was the roar of the basilisk, the sound of spells passing by, and many cheers.

"Did you... start war on Hogwarts?"

"Is there something wrong?" Tom responded quickly, "I'm dueling with Ludwig, and they're leaving soon. Don't tell me, this kid is really tough."

"He is indeed a tough guy," Nelson agreed. It turned out that Tom was fulfilling the agreement with Ludwig. "I will go to the Wizengamot later. If I can't make it in time, you may still have to collect the bonus."

"Are they going to give you medals again?"

"No, they accused me of violating the secrecy laws."

"Then I can't miss it!" Tom became interested, "You tell them to slow down, I will pass right away."

"But the duel—"

"It's okay, although he is hard, it's not enough."

"Riddle! Why are you distracted during the duel!" Ludwig's iconic roar came from the mirror, "Can't I even make you serious?!"

"I don't have time to play with you anymore!"

There was a bang, and Tom said "I'm off" to the mirror, and cut off the communication.

Nelson shook his head helplessly, raised his wand, and disappeared in place.

...

"If you insist on my evaluation, I can only say that it's a bit funny."

"Puchi—"

Unrepressible laughter resounded sporadically in the hall of the Wizengamot. This situation was unimaginable a few years ago. The dignity of Judge Shafik is the majesty of the Wizengamot, but when the one he favored When the young ministers became more and more inflated by power in the past few years, these red-robed judges had begun to belittle the prestige that had taken thousands of years to accumulate.

After all, when the Ministry of Magic needed manpower the most, an order like "transfer all the Aurors to the Department of International Affairs" did not sound like a normal person could issue, but the minister was already crazy about that fugitive, and no one dared to To his fault, as the head of the Wizengamot who promoted Nobby Rich, Judge Shafik could only bear the venting of anger from these people.

And Judge Shafik is also old. Compared with the time when Dumbledore was publicly tried, his back has been bent down visibly to the naked eye, and in the depths of the silver hair, you can see the newborn, old With such fragile hair roots, he had to be helped up to the bench.

"Silence!" Judge Shafik tapped the gavel in his hand, but only made an insignificant sound. Although his heart was not old, his hand was indeed just an old man's hand. The gavel was on the table. After knocking a few times, it slipped from the dry palm and fell powerlessly to the ground.

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

The real sound of the gavel burst out after a few crisp cracks, and even though it was stained with dust, the majestic sound of the law still quieted the Wizengamot courtroom.

"You put it away."

Judge Shafik watched silently as the young man standing in the middle pointed his wand at the gavel, controlled it to fly slowly towards him with a levitating spell, and landed gently on the table.

"Boom!"

This soft sound was extremely loud in the absolutely silent courtroom, much louder than every sound just now.

"Nelson Wertling Williams." Judge Shafik looked away from the gavel and cleared his throat. "Please answer my question carefully. Response?"

"Isn't it funny?" Nelson replied in a loud voice, "I took the time to come to the Ministry of Magic with the idea that you have the ability to find the real criminal, not to answer repeatedly. I have answered many times. question."

"But your statement does not remove your suspicion."

"I have shown you three times with flashback spells. The only spells my wand has used during this time are Apparation and Unlocking. Do I want to use these two magics to plan a murder in the subway station?" A magic leak?"

"It's not impossible."

"I have nothing to say," Nelson shrugged, "If you insist on thinking this way, then I can only obey you, but I hope you can give me a contact friend to extradite before sending me to Azkaban Opportunity."

The red wizards of the Wizengamot were noisy again.

"Judge Shafiq, the case is clear!"

"Yes, it has nothing to do with him."

"Why are you so stubborn? Do you have to be with Nobby—"

"Enough!" Judge Shafik picked up the gavel on the table and slammed it vigorously on the table, "Don't disturb the order of the trial!"

"Look, Judge Shafik, most of the adults in the Wizengamot agree with my statement." Nelson looked towards the auditorium, and almost all the wizards in red robes nodded, "I have witnesses too, but you seem to I don’t think what she said has any effect.”

"What does a Muggle's testimony say? She doesn't understand magic."

"But she can see me! She can see me right next to your Aurors when a nasty guy makes a fool of me in the face, don't Muggles even know the time? Nelson responded loudly, "Would it be more convincing for a group of Ministry of Magic staff who undisguisedly pulled out their wands in front of Muggles? Could it be that you are planning a magic leak with Apparition and Unlocking Charms?" Reasonable, is it unreasonable for a normal person to sit with another normal person and drink coffee?"

"I'm not targeting you."

"I didn't say you were targeting me." Nelson shook his head, "You just think the testimony of Muggles is meaningless, and you don't even have the idea of ​​subpoenaing her for verification. Even now, you haven't found that Ms. Wasswazi— —.”

"It's Wordsworth, Mr. Williams." The clerk at the door reminded him in a low voice.

"Oh, thank you," Nelson nodded, and continued, "Even now, you haven't found that Ms. Wordsworth as a witness has been under the Confusion Curse, so how can such a person's testimony be used as the basis for handling a case?" What about Aurors who are controlled by the Confusion Curse for no apparent reason and do some funny things, how many are there in the Ministry of Magic?"

"I didn't..." Wordsworth in the witness stand weakly spoke the first sentence of the trial.

"What?!" Judge Shafik turned his head, stared at the witness stand, and ordered, "Go and test!"

Then, he turned his head, looked at Nelson with complicated eyes, and asked, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"You didn't ask me, Judge Shafik," Nelson said, spreading his hands. "Isn't that what the Wizengamot should be doing?"

"you--"

"Why don't you let the gentlemen of the Wizengamot start voting," Nelson suggested politely. "I think everyone is tired."

For the vast majority of people here, the awarding ceremony of the Order of the Garter took place yesterday, and they are full of affection for this young man full of potential, plus the video that was released to the public - Nelson is protecting The scene of the silent battle between the classmates and the Second Salem is also deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

None of them are fools. In this special period of getting back together with Nurmengard, why would they make things difficult for an outstanding young man who might stand behind Grindelwald? Don't say that his self-defense is much more complete than the fragmented testimony of Wordsworth and her men, even if he really did this thing, is it really necessary to wait for Nurmengard to extradite him?

"Shafik." An equally old voice sounded from the red-clothed wizard, "I understand your distrust of Grindelwald, but this distrust should not implicate an innocent young man. When Wordsworth summoned Mr. Williams, we already expressed our dissatisfaction, do you still insist on going your own way when things have developed to this point?"

"I'm just performing my duties." Judge Shafik took a deep look at Nelson and didn't continue to argue. He shook his head feebly. "Let's vote. Anyone who thinks he violated the secrecy law... hand."

There was a rustling sound from behind Shafiq, he turned his head suddenly, and a fat wizard was scratching his neck.

Noticing that Shafiq was looking at him, he smiled awkwardly and put his hands down.

"Nelson, remember who you are," Shafik left the last sentence to Nelson, walked off the trial seat with a wry smile, and instructed his subordinates, "Take Wordsworth to the Law Enforcement Division."

Nelson nodded politely to the wizards around him and walked away from the Wizengamot.

"Did you laugh, is this the trial of the Wizengamot?" Tom leaned against the door, took the backpack handed by Nelson, and sneered, "I suggest they learn from Ogg, Hogwarts Castle Management The officers are better than they interrogate prisoners."

"It's just a cutscene." Nelson said, "It's very clear that someone used my image to use magic in the subway station where Muggles gathered. This Judge Shafik was the one who hunted Andre back. Grindelwald has deep prejudices, and he is also the strongest opponent when the Ministry of Magic communicates with Nurmengard, for people with an unclear background like me, naturally we should seize the opportunity to beat them."

"I read the file, and it's much more boring than the scene where you teased that old man," Tom yawned, "but it's really stupid. If I could, I really don't want to come here for the rest of my life."

"I might have to come back in a few days."

"What are you doing again?" Tom's words were full of curiosity.

"I didn't do anything, I came to follow Minerva to solve her personal problems this time, do you remember?"

"Well, what happened?"

"It's a long story, Minerva's mother is a dark wizard," Nelson sighed, "If you have time to listen, you can know what happened."

"Did you catch her?"

"That's a long story," Nelson asked without wanting to say more, "Are you free today?"

"I'm already here, what do you think?" Tom raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter? Who are you going to beat?"

"Don't be so violent all day..." Nelson waved his hand, "But this time you are right, help me find someone, the guy who does bad things in my face."