Chapter 153 Trial (2)
"I noticed that there is an investigator in my witness stand. Since I haven't met him before the trial, I want to hear what he has to say first." Della said calmly, and everyone's eyes shifted to Dark.
"To be precise, I want to testify." Aidan, who was also blond and blue-eyed, raised his hand lightly. "Let me introduce myself first. I'm Aidan Royea, the current male president of Hogwarts and a reserve investigator of the Ministry of Magic."
"Regarding the reports that the interrogator relied on, I must point out that the last two reports listed Della Riddle as a suspect only because we did not find any traces of her crime, not because we found definite evidence that Miss Riddle committed the crime. That was only inferential suspicion, and this inference was broken in the fourth report."
While Aidan was speaking, Manna in the spectator gallery began distributing reports, and people centered around her began to pass the reports around. The bound reports poured into the courtroom like a wave, and everyone held the reports in their hands quietly and eagerly, so quietly that even Old Mike couldn't stop them by banging the gavel.
"I believe you have seen the fourth report and the stamp date on it. If you pay attention when reading the newspaper, you will find that the stamp date of this report, which does not consider Miss Riddle to be a suspect at all, is earlier than the application for this accusation." Aidan looked at the jurors who also received the report. "I don't know how this mistake was made, but it is obvious that the accusation against Della Riddle should not be established."
Della was also surprised to hear this. After all, the only person who spoke to her after she woke up was Xavier. Although she didn't really believe Xavier's words, this so-called fourth report was still beyond her expectations.
She just didn't know what was in it, which made Della hesitate. She didn't know how to control the scope of her next speech. As soon as she entered the court, she noticed that Ginny and Harry were not there. It shouldn't be the case according to common sense, but Della could understand Dumbledore's intention. He was protecting innocent students.
When things got out of hand, it wasn't a bad thing for Xavier to accuse her because it gave Ginny a chance to hide.
"I have a question," a white-bearded old man in the jury raised his hand, saving the hesitant Della, "You said above that the murderer this time was a diary written fifty years ago?"
"To be precise, it's the soul in the diary. I think you noticed the name in it, Tom Marvolo Riddle," Aidan looked at Della, "having the same last name is a coincidence. I can't explain this problem, but I have formally confronted that soul, and it was I who destroyed the core of the soul that resided in the diary. I can confirm that he is the murderer."
"But this doesn't mean that Riddle has no suspicion of being an auxiliary." Saviya followed up.
"Miss Interrogator, your reasoning is sound, but it is not accurate in court," Aidan looked at Savia with his azure eyes. "You did not provide any evidence from the beginning except for the two reports. According to the judge, there was no confession either. I think that underage wizards should not be publicly tried from the beginning."
"I told you, I have an informant in Azkaban. He can prove that this woman is Voldemort's daughter, and he can also reveal who made the diary." Saviya tied Della, Voldemort and the case together.
"Then why didn't you explain this at the beginning?" A red-haired woman in the judgement seat raised her hand and asked amid the uproar below.
"I didn't intend to bring additional charges against Della Riddle, but someone in the ministry leaked this disturbing news in advance," Saviya looked meaningfully at the scumbags in the spectator seats who she had not yet had the chance to deal with, and expressed her concerns in a low and creepy tone, "I was afraid that someone with ulterior motives would come, and I didn't want everyone to panic."
Miss Inquisitor is really persistent in her conspiracy theory...
At this point, Aidan also realized that Savia didn't care at all whether the jury could convict Della, and her target of speech had been the spectators from the very beginning.
"My speech is almost over," Aidan curled his lips and looked towards the audience. "But I still have to say one last thing. Riddle, who has so many titles in the interrogator's mouth, is only 12 years old this year. I am actually more curious about how this underage wizard trial became a public trial."
"This continues the practice of previous trials of Death Eaters. Della Riddle is related to the mysterious man," Saviya responded.
"Okay, Miss Inquisitor," Aidan shrugged and sat down.
"Things are actually very clear now. I can see that this girl is innocent, and I understand Miss Nanny's concerns about the magic world in Country Y." Old Mike took the gavel, intending to stop the trial in which Saviya was no longer in the right. He looked at the judge's seat, "I think we can raise our hands now--"
"Wait, Mr. Judge," Della interrupted Old Mike. She had never intended to let this trial go through to the end. "I haven't finished my speech yet."
The courtroom was silent for a moment. Everyone looked at her. Della felt the gazes of fear, hatred, greed, or admiration cast upon her from the spectators. She took a deep breath. Since someone had refuted her part of the case, she was now going to start her own accusation.
"I'd like to apply for a physical examination." Della's gaze paused on Snape, then moved to the group of respected jurors. Slytherin's advantage was reflected at this time. They were eager to get to know the big shots.
"Healer Cebephia, Mr. Arroyo," Della raised a slightly trembling hand, "Can you come over and check my muscle reflexes and blood conditions?"
Lolonia Cebephia, the recently retired Honorary Dean of St. Mungo's; Bocal Arroyo, the potion genius of the previous generation of Snape.
Della knew Cebephia's granddaughter in Ravenclaw, and Arroyo's nephew in Slytherin was fond of Maggie.
"No!" Old Mike knocked the gavel. After denying it fiercely, he added calmly, "I don't see how your request has anything to do with this trial."
"It has nothing to do with this case, but it has something to do with where we are now." Della spread her hands and looked around. She had a smile on her face as usual. This smile was very prominent when everyone else was frowning, as if this was no longer a trial, but a speech by her alone. "Trial is only part of practicing the law. Justice is the most important cornerstone of the law."
"Ding--" Old Mike hit the gavel hard again, causing his hands to tremble slightly. However, this had no effect on Della, and her crisp voice became louder and louder.
"Therefore, I hereby accuse my interrogator, Shavia Nanni, of hypnotizing the prisoner by using an overdose of truth serum during the interrogation in an attempt to quickly convict him!"
After a brief uproar, the courtroom suddenly became noisy. Justice, which is directly linked to prestige, was involved. The two jurors named by Della also stood up.
In the chaos, she met Saviya's gaze. Della's face showed no hatred or joy, and she still maintained the smile she had just had.
After all, Saviya in front of Della is actually the same as Tom in front of Ginny at the beginning. They both have nothing and can only use words to oppress, but this kind of oppression is completely useless in front of Della.
Della could have exposed the matter at the beginning, but like Saviya, she wanted to let public opinion ferment. The seeds of doubt will grow, and vines can also parasitize on the towering tree spawned by doubt.
The higher you pull up the tree of doubt, the stronger the parasitic vine will grow.
From the beginning of Saviya's speech, Della knew that she intended to tie herself tightly to Voldemort, so Della no longer struggled meaninglessly on this issue. Instead of using pale words to prove her unfounded innocence over and over again, it would be better to throw out another target to attract fire when everyone's eyes were on her.
When people see the tree, they can also see the vines on the tree; people will pick up saws and surround the tree, and they will also pick up machetes and aim at the vines that are parasitic on it.
So will the tree fall first, or will the vines be cleared first?
Can Miss Nanny withstand the public opinion she has created?
Della didn't know, but her secrets had been exposed and there was nothing to worry about, so Della was happy to see Shavia fall into another hell where Shavia wanted her to stay.
As for which hell is worse, that depends on the person.
But seriously, is it the tree and the vine that care more about who disappears first, or the people who are eyeing the tree and the vine who care about who disappears first?
Della also didn't know the answer to this question, but she didn't care about the answer. Her background had been exposed, so she didn't need to care.