Chapter 236

Harry scanned the crowd. A lot of people were hanging onto Dumbledore's every word, and it was looking more and more promising by the second. He looked over to his guardian sitting beside him, intending on sharing a quick smile.

But Nicholas was intensely peering at the center of the room, his expression dead serious.

He'd noticed something.

"What happened?" Harry whispered to him, instantly on edge.

"Mulciber," Nicholas whispered back, "He is too calm."

Harry's head snapped towards where the Prosecutor was standing. Sure enough, the man was standing there with a small smug smile on his face, not at all phased by the Defense's seemingly effective statements.

"Observe," he cast, feeling slightly worried.

Markus Mulciber

(Relationship Meter: 0%)

Lv-52

HP-16500/16500

MP-8200/8200

Race-Wizard

Str-15

Vit-28

Dex-31

Int-43

Wis-25

Luc-19

Markus Mulciber is a wizard and a powerful member of Wizengamot. He practices traditionalistic politics, and advocates against muggleborns. He was one of the first Death Eaters ever, and is loyal to the pureblood society. He is a master spellcaster, and is fluent in dark arts. His son is currently in Azkaban.

He is feeling relaxed and confident in his future argument.

He thinks Harry could be a powerful force, but his feelings towards him lean towards antagonistic.

'But what!' Harry thought with frustration, 'what is his argument?!'

Shoving the window away, Harry focused on the center of the room once again.

Dumbledore had carried on, "Using the available evidence, we can easily see what happened. Argus Filch, who had the habit of collecting dark magical artifacts as a means to feel closer to the gift he was never born with, encountered a dark artifact that he knew was so dangerous and harmful that he knew he could not keep. Fearful of consequences, yet not forgetful of his own resentment towards the school, he let the dark artifact slip into the hands of young Miss Turpin. Unknown to him, the dark artifact contained a dangerous spirit capable of possessing Miss Turpin, which explains her mental state and how she knew spells and potions that no one her age could, as well as how she spoke Parseltongue, despite not having a long wizarding ancestry."

Harry eyed the Prosecution advocate warily, Nicholas's observation sounding more and more worrying in his head. The previous day, the man hadn't allowed Dumbledore a moment of space, continuously attacking and keeping the pressure on them using any means he could, even momentarily risking his own expulsion.

So why was he so relaxed today?

"Possessed by that very spirit," the Professor continued, his voice echoing throughout the silent courtroom, "Miss Turpin was forced to do all these heinous things, made to live a nightmare that was never her fault in the first place. When Argus learned that his actions caused all this, he ran, letting the entire blame fall onto Miss Turpin's head. That is the full story."

The Wizengamot was still skittish, but in light of the complete picture that Dumbledore had just painted, there was no doubt that they were at least considering what he was saying. The few people he knew were solidly traditionalistic-leaning looked resolved, as if their votes had already been decided, but the people he knew were neutral looked more on the fence than ever.

"It's working, isn't it? Mr. Potter? Isn't it?" he heard Lisa's mum ask hopefully from Nicholas's other side. Harry instinctively turned to reply, only to see his guardian already whispering at her and reassuring her.

'Of course,' he realized, mentally chiding himself for letting the essential little fact slip his mind. Nicholas was known to the public as Nick Potter after all.

Turning back to the court proceedings, Harry dared not feel more than half optimistic as he watched Dumbledore yield the floor to Mulciber. This had been their last chance to convince as many people as possible. Dumbledore had done good work, presenting their side well and clearly, and this entire argument, coupled with Dumbledore's influence over the more progressive side would give them a fairly decent chance to win. Only if the Prosecution didn't have anything big.

It was a pretty fucking big 'if'.

Mulciber swept into the center just as the Judge finished jotting down whatever he was writing on that roll of parchment on his desk and asked in his cold voice, "Is the Prosecution ready to present for the final time?"

"It most certainly is," he replied calmly, before taking a step back and turning his head to look up at the entire Wizengamot surrounding him.

"While the Defense spent the entirety of the last day trying to work out their next cock and bull theory to feed the honorable Court," Mulciber grandly said, "the Prosecution was spending time looking for the evidence against the obvious culprit here. And if her guilt wasn't plenty obvious by the fact that she is a Parseltongue-"

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