Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 255

c255 An innocent person should not do anything for himself

Chapter 255 An innocent person should not look for evidence for something he has not done.

The death of Albus Dumbledore brought a very strange feeling to many people.

On the one hand, many people were immersed in sadness, even those who didn’t normally have that much respect for Dumbledore seemed to be doing so.

Harry saw Cornelius Fudge delivering a condolence speech in front of Dumbledore’s white marble tomb, expressing his sadness at the loss of a great wizard.

But Fudge was far from the most magical mourner.

In fact, even Lucius Malfoy attended the funeral as if he were an old friend. He was just the tip of the iceberg. Among the people who mourned Dumbledore, there was no telling how many of them had ever been there. He used words to slander the old man and called him stupid.

This made Harry very angry.

He felt that these people were not worthy of standing here at all, not worthy of standing in front of Albus Dumbledore!

“Harry, sometimes people’s evaluation of another person will only become more impressive after he dies.” Cyrus comforted him, “Because as long as he is alive, he will definitely stand The opposite of someone.”

“Of course, these people may not all be sincere,” he said.

The adult world cannot be as simple as Harry. They are good at putting on a show and putting on masks. As long as it is good for them, they will show their closeness to a person.

Especially when a well-known figure passes away, it is as if everyone in the world has become his good friend. They are closely connected, working together, communicating… The rest of the people listen to what they say that has been polished with words and ink. The story brought me to tears.

On the other hand, after Dumbledore passed away, Harry was also surprised to find that life would continue.

The world did not collapse because of Dumbledore’s departure. They still had to go to class – although Professor McGonagall always cried with red eyes while talking – but the class did continue; the final exam did not end, and those who had gone before Condolences came and went, and eventually the school became quiet again.

Especially after Dumbledore’s death, the weather in Hogwarts, which had always been cold and rainy, was surprisingly good. It was sunny every day. He always felt that it shouldn’t be like this, but that was the fact.

After many people left flowers of condolences, the white marble tomb became much deserted, which made him very sad.

Harry always felt as if the funeral had turned into a feast. Those people who came did not really miss Dumbledore, they just had to come, or they wanted to use Dumbledore’s identity to highlight themselves.

Eventually, the marble turned cold again.

Only Grindelwald still stayed at the grave day and night.

He is getting older.

Although the original Grindelwald was also very old, he was dressed up from the first time he appeared in front of everyone. He is much more fashionable than many Muggles. He wears a straight windbreaker all day long, and his hair and beard are neatly combed.

Many times, Harry had a tendency to forget how old he really was.

But now, his hair is messy, his beard has grown a lot, and he hasn’t changed the windbreaker for who knows how long. It’s like he has aged a century and turned into a dry old man.

He leaned against the grave all day long, as if all the bones in his body had been ripped out and could not stand up. He turned a blind eye to anyone who walked by, and muttered some vague things all day long.

Many people thought he might have gone crazy.

Another night, Harry couldn’t sleep all night, so he cast the Disillusionment Charm and left the castle, and walked to the white tomb in a daze. Maybe it was too late and he was hallucinating.

He saw an old man who looked exactly like Dumbledore standing in front of the tomb. Their facial features were so similar, but his beard seemed shorter. He almost blurted out “Professor Dumbledore”.

In fact, he did shout out, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the shadow disappeared.

Later, Ron said to him: “That must be the bartender at the Hog’s Head.”

“What?” Harry was stunned for a moment, “The bartender at the Hog’s Head Bar? No, I mean, I guarantee I saw Dumbledore -”

“Of course, you did see it.” Ron sighed, “His name is Aberforth Dumbledore,” he shook his shoulders, “You know, he is Dumbledore’s younger brother, so it seems It will be very similar.”

“Dumbledore has a brother?” Harry felt so unbelievable when he heard the news. “How could he have a brother? I didn’t even see him at the funeral!”

From the time the news of Dumbledore’s death spread around the world to the time he was buried, countless people came to see him. Harry was numb to the tears on the faces. But he was pretty sure he had never met Aberforth.

“Of course, things don’t go well between them,” Ron said.

“I also heard it from my father. He said Aberforth hated Professor Dumbledore. When he went to tell Aberforth about the professor’s death, the bad-tempered Aberforth closed the door and almost hit my father’s nose. He didn’t feel sad about the professor’s death at all.” Ron said with difficulty, “He said the professor deserved it. He was hanging out with people like Grindelwald and didn’t learn his lesson. This is his retribution!” In fact, Ron hadn’t finished speaking.

That day, Aberforth said he wanted to celebrate and waived all the bills of the Hog’s Head Inn that day…

Harry was even more sad.

He felt how unfair the world was. Professor Dumbledore did so many things for the wizarding world, but he was so miserable after his death.

A group of people who were against him performed hypocritically at his funeral, but his relatives cursed him for his good death.

He suddenly remembered that Dumbledore once told him that every Christmas, he would receive many books, and everyone thought that a magic master should like books.

But Dumbledore said he didn’t like it. He preferred wool socks to books.

This means family.

“I should have given him a pair of wool socks.” Harry squatted on the grass and buried his face in his knees. From his position, he could see the sunlight shining on the white grave from afar.

He realized that he had never given Dumbledore a Christmas gift. He was always waiting for gifts from others, but forgot that he could also give the old man a little care.

Ron and Hermione both put their hands on Harry’s shoulders silently.

They didn’t say anything, just stayed by Harry’s side.

On the other hand, Cyrus didn’t stay in Hogwarts for long.

After Dumbledore’s death, Babajid took over the International Confederation of Wizards. The old man who had witnessed Cyrus’ powerful magical power naturally understood that it was not a wise thing to provoke Cyrus easily.

But unfortunately, not everyone is as wise as him.

Let’s not talk about those wizards who don’t agree with Cyrus’s ideas and intend to stick to the Statute of Secrecy until death. Cyrus did have different opinions from them, but he was willing to respect them. But there were still people who accused Cyrus of killing Dumbledore.

“Your accusation is ridiculous, Mr. Nuno Bushi.” Babajide frowned.

They are now at the headquarters of the International Confederation of Wizards, and they are even in the trial court!

Cyrus changed back into his suit and stood in the dock with his head held high. No one defended him, and of course, he didn’t need to. The trial of wizards and the trial of Muggles look similar, but in fact they are very different. This ridiculous and ridiculous accusation was impossible to establish from the beginning.

Cyrus didn’t even need to prove himself. The reason he attended was just to take this opportunity to make himself more famous in the wizarding world-a person who might have murdered the greatest wizard Dumbledore!

Look, no one would be uninterested in this news.

In a sense, Cyrus seemed to have become the kind of person Harry hated now. He was using Dumbledore’s death to gain greater benefits. And he had no guilt.

He could accept Dumbledore’s death better than anyone else, because he had seen it once before. Although it happened suddenly this time, he had expected it. He didn’t feel sad, because for Dumbledore, death was just an adventure.

Back in the court, Mr. Nuno Bushi didn’t seem to think he was doing useless work.

He didn’t know that he was like a clown who was sensationalizing:

“My accusation is not ridiculous, Mr. Akinbade.” He answered seriously, “On the contrary, I think Grindelwald’s defense of Cyrus is ridiculous.”

“Death?” He asked back, “There is no death in this world! It’s just a legend!” He turned around the plaintiff’s seat and took in every juror who came to the trial. These people were all well-known figures in the magic world. “I don’t think you will take the fairy tales that children read seriously, right?”

“I’m afraid Muggles won’t take wizards seriously either.” Bulstrode said sarcastically.

He is a Death Eater as loyal to Cyrus as Bella. He followed Cyrus to North America at that time, and now he has joined the Federation as an important member of the American Magic Congress.

He stood up, and his old-fashioned look obviously made him quite popular among many wizards: “But wizards are real, and we will find that the legendary Deathly Hallows also exist. Fifty years ago, Grindelwald got one of them, so he was able to sweep the world-”

Bulstrode beautified the Ministry of Magic of various countries. He attributed Grindelwald’s achievements to the legendary wand. This eased the embarrassment of various countries. If they were unwilling to believe in the legend of the old wand, they would have to admit that they were scared by one person.

He continued, “Later, Dumbledore defeated him with incredible power, and the Elder Wand fell into his hands. The existence of the Deathly Hallows indicates that the God of Death may really exist…”

Nuno Bush was about to scold him for being ridiculous, but Bulstrode spoke first: “I don’t want to say that the man must be a real god, but he is at least a powerful wizard, powerful enough to make such a terrible magic prop, powerful enough to survive from ancient times to the present… He can make the Resurrection Stone, so he may be able to refine the Philosopher’s Stone.”

Bulstrode’s words were obviously more rational.

“As Mr. Bulstrode said, we have reason to believe that it was an extremely powerful wizard. He may have lived for many years by means unknown to us. Now he disguised himself as Mr. Cyrus and brutally killed Dumbledore.” Babajide said.

He even suspected that the man was Voldemort.

It must be said that although Voldemort was despised by Cyrus and thought he was not really powerful, the shadow he brought was very heavy.

Cyrus stood quietly in the dock.

He didn’t seem to care about the direction of the trial at all. He didn’t look like a person being tried, but like a spectator, watching a judgment on others.

He didn’t even listen seriously anymore.

Those fierce arguments seemed very hazy and distant to him. He was wondering, what exactly did the god of death want?

Killing Dumbledore was for Dumbledore’s noble soul, which he could understand. But why did he take away Voldemort’s body, and why did he have to become like him?

‘Maybe what he wants is chaos and the death of tens of thousands of lives.’ He thought.

The current situation has become like this. Even if Grindelwald’s confession can defend him, he can’t completely clear his suspicion. Grindelwald himself is a terrible dark wizard. Fifty years ago, he wanted to break the Statute of Secrecy. Fifty years later, Cyrus also had this plan.

Who knows if they hit it off?

‘Intensify the conflict between wizards, evolve into the Third Wizarding War, or even evolve into a war between wizards and Muggles… and He hides in the dark, and only needs to gently swing the scythe to take away countless lives. ’

“…”

Cyrus’ thoughts came back and heard the last conversation.

“Your accusation is not valid, Mr. Nuno Bush.” ​​Babajide sternly knocked the hammer in his hand, “If you intend to accuse Mr. Cyrus, I hope you can provide solid evidence to prove it, rather than relying on your own conjecture.”

Nuno Bushi still did not give up: “I am afraid that Cyrus has no way to prove his innocence.”

“Innocent until proven guilty, an innocent person does not need to find evidence for something he has not done.” Babajide shook his head, and his words almost put an end to the trial.

Obviously, the old man’s style of doing things is completely different from Dumbledore. If it were Dumbledore, he might be able to resolve such troubles, but he would inevitably fall into the trap of self-proof.

“Adjourn the court–” Babajide knocked the hammer, and everyone was going to leave at this time, but before they moved their feet, a white shadow broke through the window and stumbled in.

“Hedwig?”

Cyrus was stunned for a moment and caught her.