Hogwarts Gymnastics Professor

Chapter 41
Lockhart organized his words while reminiscing about the rapid interrogation and conviction process just now.

Judging from this trial, the judicial system in the wizarding world is even worse than Lockhart imagined.

Judge Fudge charged his defendant (who has not yet been convicted) of breaking the law in almost absolutely obvious language, and interrupted his own defendant's rebuttal several times.

No one, except Amelia Susan Burns, head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, wanted to bring evidence and witnesses.Even in such a major case as a suspected murder, there is not a few words about the corpse.

It took only one day from the incident to the end of the trial, without any investigation and analysis work.The motive, modus operandi, time and place of committing the crime are not known at all, and they are not asked at all.

It took less than a minute from the end of the interrogation to the vote, and dozens of members of the Wizengamot spent a few seconds deciding the fate of a wizard without knowing the truth behind it.

Of course, they might have taken a bribe from Malfoy or a hint from the Minister of Magic, so they were so happy.

Moreover, there is no means of appeal, and the verdict must be executed, and the prosecution cannot be continued if the verdict is refused.

This way of trying cases is too rough, not as good as a five-year-old child in the Muggle world.Lockhart remembered that when he was in kindergarten, he knew that when he caught a kid stealing snacks, he knew he wanted to steal it and get it.

With such a court, it is no wonder that there are unjust, false and wrongly decided cases like Sirius.

Lockhart glanced around the room before saying, "I don't want to defend myself because I know it's useless.

"I just want to accuse some wizards here, as judges and adjudicators, you not only maliciously false accusations, but also lack the most basic justice.

"Mr. Minister interrupted my speech several times to refute, and Ms. Umbridge can appear as plaintiff, judge, and witness at the same time."

"You suspect me of murder, but no one other than Ms. Burns has ever asked about the deceased. No one has ever asked me if I had a motive.

"You say this is a big case involving human life, but you didn't conduct any investigation, and the court opened after only one day, and it only took 5 minutes for the interrogation and 30 seconds for the judgment.

"People often compare the law to rulers and scales and all kinds of things, but from what I've been through in this trial, some of you can only be trash."

Having said that, Lockhart stopped temporarily and stared at Umbridge firmly. The court fell into a moment of silence, and many people also followed Lockhart and looked at Umbridge.

Umbridge couldn't stand being stared at, and she shouted angrily: "Lockhart, are you questioning the integrity of me and the Wizengamot? What are you staring at me for, are you trying to insult me?" Garbage?"

Lockhart ignored the pink toad, but said, "Ms. Bones, please stand up."

Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was a little surprised, but she still stood up. She knew the inside story of this trial, and felt that the trial was unfair, although some Can't help but have no shortage of sympathy for Lockhart.

Lockhart stood up from the chair and said: "Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Burns. Next, I want to say, Ms. Umbridge, I am not targeting you alone. I mean that everyone here is rubbish!"

The Inquisition recalled the hum of people whispering, and Fudge had to bang his gavel on the table and shout "Hush" to maintain order.

After the crowd quieted down, Fudge warned Lockhart again: "Please watch your words, Mr. Lockhart."

Lockhart continued: "Is there any use in paying attention to my words? You have concealed the time and place of the hearing from me, and have not given me any notice about the time and place of the hearing.

"I didn't have time to look for any witnesses and lawyers, and there were no bystanders at the scene. Could it be that if I keep polite and pay attention to my words, you won't imprison me in Azkaban?"

"Defendant Lockhart, I must remind you that there was an observer at the scene. Ms. Skeeter, a reporter from the "Daily Prophet", was at the scene. I have explained it during the trial."

"Yeah! A part-time recorder's observer, an official newspaper's observer, an observer who has repeatedly smeared me, and a deputy minister Umbridge and the Malfoy family's ambiguous observer!
"What a fair court! What a fair judge! Don't you feel any guilt in your heart? I'm sorry, please forgive me, I can't hide my anger. I want to say that some officials of the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot, you What a son of a bitch!"

The courtroom was seething again, and Lockhart heard someone shouting "Azkaban" from the back row.Fudge had to keep hammering his gavel, and it took a long time for calm to return here.

Fudge said seriously: "Defendant Lockhart, please pay attention to your words. I must remind you that your punishment will be decided by these members of the Wizengamot."

"Fudge, are you threatening me? I thought that you, as the Minister of Magic, would have a big talk when you came to the Wizengamot court, but I didn't expect you to say such vulgar words.

"As an adventurer, I have been to too many places, and I have seen too many wizards suffering. Some of them do not have enough food and clothing, some live alone, and some are discriminated against. Why?
"I used to think it was all because of Grindelwald, and Grindelwald was imprisoned; then I thought it was because of Voldemort, and Voldemort was dead.

"Now that I'm here at the Ministry of Magic, and at the court of the Wizengamot, I can see that the root of all this is not outside, but inside, right here in the Ministry of Magic! Right here in the Wizengamot!

"Cornelly Fudge, you don't need to threaten me. If I was afraid, I would have fled long ago. Anyway, your Ministry of Magic has not caught a few fugitives for decades.

"I'm here today because my anger has become uncontrollable. I would rather scold you and enter Azkaban than live with grievances! Anyway, under your governance, there is nothing like it. Zkaban is so much better."

Lockhart's aura was getting stronger and stronger, he almost started roaring, he deliberately used his magic power to form an aura, Fudge and Umbridge fell silent under his aura.

Lockhart glared at everyone in the trial court, no one dared to refute, even the sound of breathing was choked, only the rustle of Rita Skeeter's automatic quill.

"You sons of bitches, you can judge me whatever you want. Anyway, I walked in the gates of the Ministry of Magic today, and I didn't think about getting out!

"I used to think about educating the public by writing a book, and I once wanted to go to Hogwarts to educate children, but you ruined all of this. The magical world ruled by you scum doesn't let good people have a way out!"

Lockhart looked around for a week, everyone lowered their heads under his aura, and Lockhart exhausted his magic power and physical strength, and let out a huge roar:

"Judge me! It doesn't matter. History will acquit me!"

　Hee hee hee, it's cool to swear

　　
　
(End of this chapter)