My classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort

Chapter 447 Judge Shafiq's Last Day

"Nelson Weltening Williams," the old man with a rigid expression lowered his head and stared at the roster in his hand, squinting at Nelson standing in front, "The Defense Against the Dark Arts exam you are going to take next, in the At the request of Professor Slughorn, I will ask you according to the standards of the NEWTs exam, do you understand?"

"I see, Professor Mellors." Nelson nodded, drew out his wand, held it in front of his chest, and pointed it skyward, "I'm ready."

"Come with me," said Professor Mellors, turning around, and shuffling towards the small door at the back of the examination room, in the staid, ghostly tone of Professor Bibbins's in his lectures, "don't Spoil things, they'll be here tomorrow for OWLs and NEWTs."

"I'll be careful, Professor."

"It couldn't be better." Professor Mellors used magic to unblock the small door, and the dust that hadn't been cleaned for a year poured out. "I don't know if Professor Slughorn told you that when the end is over, the room needs to be cleaned up." Clean it up."

"..."

"Are you ready for the exam?"

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"Are you ready for the test?"

In the dim hall, the majestic female voice echoed in the dome.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

In the meeting hall of the Wizengamot, the lowest floor of the British Ministry of Magic, a grey-haired witch sat in the seat that usually belonged to Judge Shafik, and struggled to finish reading Dumbledore's full name on the parchment, Nobby... Rich stood beside her respectfully, not paying any attention to Judge Shafik's angry gaze beside Dumbledore, he even winked at Judge Shafik and smiled mockingly.

"It's me, ma'am."

Dumbledore bowed slightly, and he changed into a luxurious dress. The purple robe revealed a hint of depth and mystery, and the golden lace added extravagance to him. He wore a brown-gray round hat on his head. It looks like it has been around for some time, and the phoenix-shaped family crest in the middle has been scrubbed and polished. Among the wizards present, some elderly wizards recognized it. It was the favorite hat of the former Dumbledore family. , the phoenix Fox was lying on his shoulders, just from this appearance, he was more than a little stronger than Judge Shafik who was wearing the silver robe that everyone was familiar with beside him.

Shafik was undoubtedly aware of this, and he looked at Dumbledore with even more displeasure, as if he was already thinking about how to deal with the ignorant Hogwarts headmaster after he was re-elected.

"According to the rules of the Wizengamot's reelection, it should be Justice Shafik at this time... No, Mr. Shafik is sitting here for today's inquiry," Seeing Dumbledore's polite response, the witch nodded in satisfaction , adjusted his glasses, stared at the two people in the audience who were in trouble, and said in silence for a moment, "But Mr. Shafik submitted a proposal for the re-election of the Wizengamot chief two months ago. The law is still in the trial period. Before it proves unreasonable, it has the same effect as other laws. Therefore, Mr. Shafik can still choose to continue to participate in the competition for the chief position of the Wizengamot. The situation has changed. I hope You can understand."

"I understand." Dumbledore took off his hat with one hand and held it to his chest. "I trust the vision and wisdom of everyone in the Wizengamot."

"Hmph," Shafik snorted coldly, glanced around, and said in a low voice, "I hope you can make the right choice."

Compared with Dumbledore, his speech was not pleasing, but due to Shafik's previous prestige, most people just put their displeasure on their faces and didn't curse out loud, but Shafik didn't care at all At this point, he understands that Dumbledore, the junior whom he once held hand in hand, has an old enemy that most people don't know about, and this grievance will become his biggest weakness in the competition for positions.

Shafiq's vulture-like eyes glanced over Dumbledore, who was calm and composed, and flew towards his former seat, and fixed on Nobby Rich's face. This little toy turned his back on such an important day, trying to resist Own?His intertwined power is beyond what a little Mudblood can imagine?Seeing Dumbledore makes you think you can too?It's time to use Dumbledore's miserable failure to teach Rich a good lesson, and make up for what his Muggle parents didn't teach him about survival.

Shafik nodded in satisfaction. He had already arranged the fate of everyone present. After Dumbledore left the stage in shame, Ricky must be able to quickly adjust his position, right?One by one is really worry-free!He shook his head again, thinking: "It would be great if he could be as sensible as that junior of our Shafik family."

He has already brazenly regarded Nelson as his junior, and even planned to "change" Nelson's surname back, and let him take over the power of the Shafiq family after he got tired of it.

"Sure enough, only Shafiq, who is recognized by wisdom, can lead Britain to the right path." He was immersed in his fantasy and murmured.

"What are you talking about? Mr. Shafiq." The witches on the stage did not hear what he said, only Dumbledore who was on the side heard him, but he did not laugh out of politeness.

"Protect my chair." Shafik raised his head and said to the witch, "I don't want to get a new one later."

This remark that seemed to have a certain ending made the neutral witch also show displeasure on her face, but she quickly restrained herself, turned to the next page of the parchment, held her wand against the emblem on the parchment, and rushed at the two of them. Said, "Swear to your wands that what is said in this room is true."

"I swear to magic that every word of mine comes from my heart."

Dumbledore and Shafik pulled out their wands almost at the same time and held them up in front of them. Immediately, golden threads like an unbreakable oath shot out from the parchment, turning into wisps of light rain to envelop the two of them. At one point, the Wizengamot's scale-shaped emblem abstracted into a "W" appeared on the chests of both of them at the same time. A way to bypass this limitation, but under the current circumstances, it can achieve the greatest fairness and transparency.

"Be careful, Albus," Shafik whispered to Dumbledore, "from now on, lying will cost you absolutely nothing."

"Thank you for reminding me." Dumbledore smiled, not caring.

The Supreme Council of wizards is different from Muggles, there are not too many cumbersome procedures and rules, just like every time they conduct a trial, the members of the Wizengamot in the auditorium throw questions, and the people standing in the middle Answer, in such a competitive environment, it is not impossible to directly start a debate between the parties or voters.

"I approve of Dumbledore," the witch said, when a voice could not wait to come from the corner of the room, "He is the youth representative we selected, you know, almost every youth representative will eventually become the Wizengar. The chief of the Morocco, he was even recommended by Judge Shafiq, we have to trust our own vision."

"But that was after the Chief had stepped down," someone soon objected, "Dumbledore still has a lot of time."

"Yeah, it's really great to have an old fool who is greedy for power sit in that chair worth five hundred Galleons." From another corner, a slightly younger voice floated strangely, "Wait until we Everyone has dementia, and maybe there will be no wizards in England who are criminals anymore, because we have lost our sense of right and wrong."

Before the two parties could speak, an evenly matched fierce quarrel broke out in the auditorium, but Shafik was not satisfied with the scene in front of him. He frowned and looked at the few front seats in the auditorium. Several noble-dressed wizards sat upright on it, and seemed to be resting with their eyes closed. Because of their silence, the wizards behind them did not make their own voices.

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" Shafik gritted his teeth and whispered, "Don't be too greedy."

"What's the matter? Mr. Shafik," Dumbledore asked with concern, "You don't look very well."

"Just wait and see." Shafik ignored Dumbledore, and everyone in the spectators did not notice the brief exchange between the two candidates.

Their quarrel focused on "Whether Dumbledore's qualifications are enough" and "Is Shafik really old-fashioned?" After arguing for a long time, except for the advancement from ordinary quarrels to yin and yang, and then turned into personal attacks, there was no Putting forward some constructive arguments, the witch at the chair finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked up Shafiq's favorite gavel, and tapped vigorously.

"Start the questioning session," she finally ended the boring dispute, "We have heard Mr. Shafik's proposition many times, but Professor Dumbledore's proposition must not be clear to you."

It was another period of routine questioning. Under Shafiq's falcon-like gaze, the wizard sitting next to old Malfoy finally raised his hands reluctantly.

"Mr. Carlo, what do you want to know?" Dumbledore looked patiently at the old Carlo who stood up slowly.

"As we all know, Professor Dumbledore...you clearly opposed Gellert Grindelwald's claim of wizard supremacy more than ten years ago," Carlo's face turned blue and purple, obviously not really wanting to say this Speaking, the old Malfoy on the side finally woke up from the state of closing his eyes and staring at the unlucky guy next to him with a look of jokes. Old Carlo mumbled for a long time before continuing, "But now, Gellert Green The wizarding group led by Devo has been removed from the list of dark wizarding forces, and his magic factory has launched a full range of close cooperation with the British magic community. If this matter is blocked, our economy will definitely be affected. Devastating blow... in view of your previous strong position, and your previous conflict with Grindelwald during your trial in Norway, now I want to know your attitude."

Carlo's words woke up most of the sleeping people in the house. Even before the election, they all got promises from Nobby Rich and Mr. Black, but Dumbledore's truth is also very important, This determines whether they will make money smoothly in the future, so one by one pricked up their ears and began to listen.

Shafik nodded in satisfaction. Although the process was a little scary, he succeeded in the end. This is Dumbledore's most fatal weakness, and he, who has been with Nelson for a long time, will be the last of this group of unfamiliar dogs. s Choice.

He turned haughtily, facing the gallery, ready for the majority to choose.

"I very much support your cooperation with the magic factory. In my opinion, this cooperation has undoubtedly brought better, higher quality and cheaper goods to the UK. According to my survey, the living standard of British wizarding families has been the highest in the last three years. There has been a lot of improvement over the years." Dumbledore uttered a long series of speeches fluently, which sounded like lines compiled a long time ago, but the flashing emblem on his chest continued to prove that all of this It's all in his mind, "I specifically asked the creator of Magic Factory to find out that this initiative can completely change the structure of British wizarding society and give us a brighter future."

Shafiq's beard trembled triumphantly, "Look——"

Suddenly, he found that Dumbledore's answer was completely different from what he had imagined. He showed an unbelievable expression, turned around, and stared at Dumbledore.

"You're lying!" Shafik yelled angrily, raised his finger and pointed at Dumbledore's face, accusing angrily, "You're cheating!"

"Mr. Shafik, you said it yourself." Dumbledore spread his hands and smiled slightly. "From the beginning, the price of lying is something you absolutely don't want to bear."

"..."

"Shafiq, I have something to ask you."

Old Malfoy stood up from the tall red high-backed chair, looked down at Shafik whose pupils were shaking, and secretly rejoiced in his heart. Originally, Mr. Black should have done this, but because of the marginalization of the Black family, he could not get it. The seat of the Wizengamot, so this good job that can make a lot of money by talking about it fell on the old Malfoy.

"What do you want to say, Malfoy." Shafik's tone was terrifyingly indifferent.

"Who are you scaring? I will be afraid of you?" Old Malfoy belittled Shafik in his heart, and said in a loud voice, "Although Grindelwald has been removed from the list of dangerous dark wizards, he is in 17 years ago, he was still a dark wizard who endangered the world."

"Really? So?"

"I am more concerned about your attitude towards the dark wizard. In my opinion, people who are close to the dark wizard when he is in power are dangerous to the whole world."

"Aren't you a dark wizard?"

"This is a groundless accusation." Old Malfoy didn't take it seriously, "I have received some interesting information. You cooperated with Grindelwald, who was still a dangerous dark wizard, to cut off the support of the French Ministry of Magic that was being invaded 17 years ago. , eventually leading to the defeat and even death of dozens of Aurors from all over the world and most of the French rebels."

"..."

Shafik didn't speak, just stared silently at the wizards who stretched out their fangs towards him, he finally understood that the so-called winning was just a trap that pulled him deeper.

Faced with his defeated dog-like attitude, the wizards on the stage had no sympathy. Under the guidance of old Malfoy, more and more crimes were thrown out—from colluding with dark wizards to corruption, from The irony is that most of them were sold to them by Shafiq.

As all kinds of old accounts of old sesame seeds and rotten grains were uncovered, Shafiq knew that his situation was over, and even the ending would be more dangerous. However, most of the observers, including Dumbledore, were horrified by the detailed information and the huge amount.

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"Judge Dumbledore, congratulations." The witch stood up and offered the seat behind her to Dumbledore. "This is your seat."

"I wouldn't dare to sit in a five hundred Galleon chair." Dumbledore smiled.

"Let me tell you a secret." Nobby Rich, who had been silent all this time, raised his head and showed a brighter smile. "Its actual cost is only 25 Galleons."

"That's really... making money." Dumbledore blew on his beard.

"Is there anything else you want to say to your ex?"

Rich picked his chin at Shafik, who was looking ashamed. He had never been happier than today, even the day when he became the Minister of Magic.

"Thank you for designing the Hogwarts Express and the Knight Bus for the convenience of wizards in Britain."

Dumbledore put his hat back on his head, raised his chin slightly, and looked at Shafik, who was down and out, with contempt in his eyes, "You may have to wait here for a while, your trial... choose another day It's better to hit the sun."

……

"How did you do it? Clean that garbage room in 10 minutes!"

The entrance to the secret tunnel of Hogwarts, Tom shouted, his face full of disbelief.

"There are enough mayflies, Tom, and there are too many things they can do," Nelson raised his eyebrows, "Even if you asked me to collect evidence of a person, I can even know what he liked to sleep with when he was a child. Looking down from the sky, everything in the shadows will be invisible."

"Suggest you become a house-elf in the future," shrugged Tom. "What shall we eat?"

(End of this chapter)