Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

"This, this is impossible, I didn't write it! That wasn't written by me!" Lucius still defended hissingly.

Murphy shrugged and faced everyone on the trial stage, "Everyone has read the two letters and I believe they have a basic judgment in their hearts."

The wizards on the trial bench were whispering to each other and discussing in a noisy manner.

No one stopped them, and Murphy let them discuss it.

If possible, Murphy hopes they can directly use this piece of "evidence" to confirm Lucious's guilt.

Although this evidence was actually forged by him.

The second debt collection letter did exist. Murphy had seen it a few years ago, but he didn't know where it was thrown away. What he showed just now was actually the same as the first one, a complete fake made by a master of Muggle document forgery.

Anyway, Lucius's handwriting is easy to find, and for those experts in document forgery, imitating handwriting and making old paper are just basic operations.

But these technologies are very rare in a world with extremely convenient magic.

Murphy's bet was that wizards didn't have document identification experts.

However, he may be too confident.

"Murphy," suddenly, a gentle voice sounded, "where did you find these two letters?"

Murphy suddenly became nervous, because the person who asked the question was the one he least wanted to face, Dumbledore.

"Uh, in my old house."

"Well, where is the specific location in the house?"

Murphy frowned, "On the second floor, in an old box."

Dumbledore nodded again, "Is there a river near your hometown?"

Um?

What the hell is this problem?

What does this have to do with letters?

Murphy was confused for a moment. What did the principal mean? Does he have some magic that can determine the authenticity of this letter?

But what does it have to do with whether there is a river?

Murphy couldn't tell what the correct answer to this question was, so he could only answer truthfully: "No, Professor."

Dumbledore nodded, seeming to have gotten the answer, and then said: "It may be difficult for us to judge the true intention of the writer just by relying on the few words in this letter. If we rely solely on this letter to convict the person involved, , I think he will definitely be dissatisfied."

"Murphy, you just said that you have two pieces of evidence. What is the other one? Rufus told me that you also accused Lucius of engaging in dangerous behavior. Is your second piece of evidence related to this?"

Murphy swallowed.

He suddenly regretted it. If he had known better, he would not have made the matter so big. Just reporting Lucius for other bad things would have been enough to achieve his goal.

He had no idea that there was any purge bill, nor did he know that his report would attract Dumbledore.

Otherwise, he would have to make these evidences more presentable!

However, there was no turning back when he fired his bow, and there was no room for him to retreat at this moment.

"Yes, Professor."

After Murphy finished speaking, he looked at Lucius, "Lucius, a friend of mine told me that you have many dark magic items hidden in your home. They are all placed in your cellar, arranged neatly. Those shelves are safely protected by glass covers.”

"He also told me that one of these dark magic items is completely different from the others."

As Murphy spoke, he slowly put a glove on his right hand.

"Because it was given to you by the Dark Lord."

He used his right hand to pull out a black-covered notebook from his arms.

"Lucius, do you know what this thing is?"

Hearing Murphy's previous description, Lucius was already filled with panic. But when he actually took out the notebook, Lucius felt as if his strength had been drained from his body and he almost collapsed.

how come?

How did he know so well what was going on in the cellar?

How did he get that diary?

Shouldn't it be burned along with everything else?

Could it be...that he broke into his home that day not because of those Muggles, but because of it?

Did he intend to kill himself in the first place?

Lucius was filled with fear.

The Dark Lord's diary contains strong black magic. Not to mention the proper black magic items, once it is proven to be the Dark Lord's, his identity as a Death Eater will basically be confirmed.

"No! I don't know you! That's not my thing!"

However, as soon as these words were spoken, Lucius saw the smile on Murphy's face.

"Oh?" The young man smiled, as if he was waiting for his words.

"You lied." The boy affirmed.

Then he faced the court, "I request the summons of a witness, the house elf, Dobby."

"Bang!" Lucius really couldn't hold on anymore. His body went limp and he collapsed in the iron cage. He didn't even notice that his back was scratched by the spikes.

The house elf was carried in under one arm by two Aurors.

"Dobby, I order you! Stop..." Lucius suddenly roared at the top of his lungs, but before he could finish his order, Dumbledore made a closing gesture with his right hand and gently moved it sideways. With one stroke, Lucius's mouth closed automatically, as if it was zipped up.

"Quiet! Lucius. It is not your slave here, but a witness. You must not interfere with the witness's speech."

"Thank you, Professor." Murphy bowed slightly to Dumbledore.

The magic that silenced you just now was really cool.

"Dobby." Murphy looked at the house elf, "Don't be nervous. We are just asking you a few questions. Just answer them truthfully."

"Dobby...Dobby..." Dobby looked at Lucius in the cage, then looked around at the wizard on the trial stage, and suddenly rushed towards the presiding platform and bumped into it.

Murphy was startled and quickly stretched out his hand to block it, but the elf's big head pushed against his hand and knocked him on the host's stage. It felt like two bones in his hand were broken.

He pulled Dobby up, grabbed the other's torn pillowcase, and lifted him into the air, "Are you fucking crazy?!"

"Dobby is bad, Dobby is bad... wu wu..."

The house elf actually started crying.

Apparently he had realized that these people wanted him to do something detrimental to his master.

Murphy got angry and slapped him, "Cry your mother if you cry!"

He glared at Dobby fiercely, "I'll fucking tell you again, I ask questions and you answer them truthfully. If you dare to lie, your master, and your master's whole family, will have to go to Azkaban! Listen! Are you here yet?! Do you understand?!"

"Woo, go ahead and beat Dobby to death. Dobby can't do anything to disgrace his master. Dobby is a bad house elf. Dobby might as well die..."

"..."

Gan.

Murphy was speechless. This guy might have been really frightened and would not accept threats at all.

He put Dobby down and looked helplessly at Dumbledore.

Principal, please help me?