"This, this is impossible, I didn't write it! That wasn't written by me!" Lucius still argued hoarsely.
Murphy shrugged and faced the people on the bench, "Everyone has read the two letters, and I believe you have a basic judgment in your heart."
The wizards on the bench whispered to each other and discussed in a mess.
No one stopped them, and Murphy let them discuss.
If possible, Murphy hoped that they could directly determine Lucius's crime through this "evidence".
Although this evidence was actually forged by him.
The second debt collection letter did exist, and Murphy had seen it a few years ago, but he didn't know where it was lost. What he showed just now was actually a fake made by a Muggle forgery master, just like the first one.
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 bet that wizards have no 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 was the person he least wanted to face, Dumbledore.
"Uh, in my old house."
"Well, where is the specific location in the house?"
Murphy frowned, "Second floor, in an old box."
Dumbledore nodded again, "Is there a river near your old home?"
Hmm?
What the hell is this question?
What does this have to do with the letter?
Murphy was confused for a while. What did the headmaster mean? Did he have some magic to determine the authenticity of the letter?
But what does it have to do with whether there is a river?
Murphy had no idea what the correct answer to this question should be, so he could only answer truthfully: "No, Professor."
Dumbledore nodded, as if he had gotten the answer, and then he said: "Based on just a few words in this letter, it may be difficult for us to judge the true intention of the writer. If we convict the person based on this letter alone, I think he will definitely not accept it."
"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 his saliva.
He suddenly regretted it. If he had known earlier, he would not have made such a big deal. Just reporting Lucius for some other bad things would actually be enough to achieve his goal.
He never thought of the existence of the Purge Act, and he didn't know that his report would attract Dumbledore.
Otherwise, he had to make these evidences more presentable!
However, there is no turning back after the arrow is shot, and he can no longer retreat at this moment.
"Yes, professor."
After Murphy finished speaking, he looked at Lucius, "Lucius, a friend of mine told me that you have hidden many dark magic items in your home. They are all placed in your cellar, neatly arranged on those shelves, and safely protected by glass covers."
"He also told me that among these dark magic items, there is one that is completely different from the others."
While Murphy was speaking, he slowly put on 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 notebook with a black cover from his arms.
"Lucius, do you know what this thing is?"
After hearing Murphy's previous description, Lucius was already terrified, and when he really took out the notebook, Lucius's whole body seemed to be drained of strength and almost collapsed.
How could it be?
How could he know the situation in the cellar so clearly?
How did he get the diary?
Shouldn't it be burned with other things? Could it be... that he broke into his own house that day not for those Muggles, but for this?
He wanted to kill himself from the beginning?
Lucius was terrified.
The diary of the Dark Lord, with strong dark magic attached, is definitely a dark magic item. Once it is proved to be the Dark Lord's, his identity as a Death Eater will basically be confirmed.
"No! I don't know it! It's not mine!"
However, as soon as this sentence came out, Lucius saw the smile on Murphy's face.
"Oh?" The boy smiled, as if he was waiting for him to say this.
"You are lying." The boy affirmed.
Then he faced the judge's seat, "I request to call a witness, the house elf, Dobby."
"Bang!" Lucius really couldn't hold on any longer, his body softened and he collapsed in the iron cage, not even noticing that his back was scratched by the spikes.
The house elf was brought in by two Aurors, each holding one arm.
"Dobby, I command you! Stop..." Lucius suddenly roared hoarsely, but before he could finish his order, Dumbledore made a closing gesture with his right hand, and with a slight horizontal stroke, Lucius' mouth closed automatically, as if it was zipped up.
"Quiet! Lucius. Here it is not your slave, but a witness. You must not interfere with the witness's speech."
"Thank you, professor." Murphy bowed slightly to Dumbledore.
The magic of silencing just now was really cool.
"Dobby." Murphy looked at the house-elf, "Don't be nervous, we just ask you a few questions, just answer truthfully."
"Dobby... Dobby..." Dobby looked at Lucius in the cage, then looked around at the wizards on the trial stand, and suddenly rushed towards the host stand and hit it head-on.
Murphy was startled and quickly stretched out his hand to block it. The elf's big head pushed his hand against the host stand, and he felt that two bones in his hand were about to be broken.
He pulled Dobby up, grabbed his broken pillowcase, and lifted him into the air, "Are you fucking crazy?!"
"Dobby is bad, bad Dobby... woo woo..."
The house-elf actually started crying.
Obviously he had realized that this group of people wanted him to do something that was not good for his master.
Murphy was furious and slapped him, "Cry your mother!"
He glared at Dobby fiercely, "I'll tell you again, I ask questions, you answer truthfully, if you dare to lie, your master and your master's family will have to go to Azkaban! Did you hear me?! Did you understand?!"
"Woo woo, beat him, beat Dobby to death, Dobby can't do anything to let his master down, Dobby is a bad house elf, Dobby might as well die..."
"..."
Fuck.
Murphy was speechless, this thing might really be scared, it doesn't take any threats at all.
He put Dobby down and looked at Dumbledore helplessly.
Principal, can you help me?
(End of this chapter)