Chapter 154 Trial (3)
Standing in the spectator gallery, the most shocking thing was not that Shavia believed Della was the daughter of a mysterious man, nor that Della accused Shavia of undermining legal justice, but the vague word "lord" in one's ears.
When Aryan heard such a whisper for the first time, her whole body froze. She felt curious and panicked, but she didn't dare to look for the source of the sound in this place full of familiar people.
She tried her best to treat the unreal voice as an auditory hallucination, but every time Della spoke, every time the girl who was rumored to be the daughter of the mysterious man spoke, the murmurs appeared again, and they tended to get more and more intense.
Obviously, the people around her were elders who knew each other and greeted each other often. Perhaps they had sent Arrian a discharge card the day before, praising her courage and thanking her for taking care of their children. But at this moment, some of them quietly put on the cruel skull masks of the past.
An unprecedented feeling of anxiety enveloped Aryan, causing her to tremble slightly. Her hands, placed on her knees, intertwined helplessly, and her back, which was always straight, arched unconsciously, trying to hide her insignificant life in this chaos.
Snapped--
Her trembling hands were gently placed by her father, and all of Aryan's fear-related physical reactions came to an abrupt halt. She subconsciously looked towards her father, and met his eyes, which were as calm as usual but full of concern.
Milos just comforted her and then looked away, but Aryan seemed to have found her backbone all of a sudden. She held on to her father's hand and slowly sat up straight.
She forced herself to appear calm, even though her face was still burning and her eyes were wet - this kind of expression was completely inappropriate to show in front of her father. Arrian began to try to use the same calm and not overly serious expression as her father to face the increasingly intense situation in the court.
Old Mike, the judge, had completely lost control of the situation. The moment Della accused Shavia, she became the most powerful evidence - a strictly underage wizard should not be tried in public.
Cameras kept flashing, and every reporter present was taking pictures of the protagonists. The continuous "clicks" became the best accompaniment for every person walking around.
Under the record, which symbolizes the public's attention, the medical staff and potion master walked towards Della, and the legal staff slowly walked towards Xavier after a moment of hesitation.
Although being accused in court, Shavia was unusually calm. The light occasionally shining on her thin face made her look like a cold statue. Perhaps she was not surprised by this outcome, because she was the one who first chose to tarnish the profession for which her parents had devoted everything.
But in her opinion, homeless pride is as meaningless as a stain on a tombstone.
Voldemort killed Shavia's parents, and Shavia's hatred killed her parents' daughter.
"How could you not be Voldemort's daughter?"
Saviya spoke, her usual capable and cold voice standing out from the noise. People held their breath and looked at her. Perhaps because they were afraid of the intimidating name she called out, even the legal officers who were about to go up to control her slowed down their pace.
"You've consumed at least 15 bottles of truth serum for a week. Even an adult wizard who has learned the art of brain occlusion can't handle this amount," Saviya admitted what she had done. "But you weren't affected at all. I couldn't understand this at first."
"But when I think about the fact that you are Voldemort's daughter, everything is acceptable again," Saviya tilted her head and looked at the audience. "What was the Dark Lord like in the past? He was a ruthless character who could see through other people's hearts just by looking at them. His soul was extraordinary, so it's not surprising that his daughter inherited it."
"As you said, Riddle, special labels do not belong only to Voldemort, but it is too coincidental that so many special labels are gathered on you at the same time." Saviya raised her wand and pointed it at Della in full view of everyone.
"What is she going to do!" "Stop her!"
Everyone looked at her, everyone became anxious, the people at the table slowly raised their wands, and the people below the table slowly approached Xavier while advising her not to be impulsive.
Della, who was being examined by a group of people, also looked at Shavia and frowned slightly.
Saviya is not a fool. She should know that in front of so many powerful wizards, it is almost impossible for her spells to defeat them.
unless......
She had already done more to me.
Della reacted quickly and lifted up her long sleeves that hid the handcuff marks. Seeing the two bright red indentations, the kind-hearted therapist Sebephia beside her sighed in pity. At this moment, Della felt the first panic since the trial.
Seeing the abnormal color of the indentation, which was even redder than before, Della raised her eyes to look at Saviya, her dark eyes filled with unprecedented confusion and surprise.
Yes, you are heading towards another ending where you are deserted by everyone.
In response to Della's gaze, Xavier smiled, a very cheerful smile, exactly the same cheerfulness as the Gryffindor of the past. She softly recited the obscure runic spell, and when everyone was on guard against the glimmer of light from the tip of her wand, she silently activated the curse that she had planted on Della a long time ago.
The red marks on my hands felt hot, and a strange coldness seeped into my soul.
Della stared blankly at the red mark on her hand that looked as if it was covered with blood, while enduring the burning sensation on her body and the chill in her soul.
Everything she saw and heard was drifting away from her.
Her body began to shake uncontrollably. Healer Sebephia called her anxiously. Della could feel her body being pressed, but her soul seemed to be completely pulled out, and then she fell backwards. Aryan opened her eyes wide and saw that the girl who usually took care of her had lost consciousness.
The moment Della fell down, the countless "bang" sounds of her standing up made Aryan's heart beat faster. Exclamations, screams, murmurs and even pleas for mercy to whom she didn't know who were talking all mixed together at this moment, forming the most depressing symphony. Panic enveloped Aryan again, but this time she couldn't even dodge.
Aryan's eyes were wide open. She clutched her father's hand that was used to comfort her, and stared blankly at how Headmaster Dumbledore moved from the witness stand to the unconscious Della. Amid the crazy laughter when Xavier was arrested, the people who rushed to the stand regardless of any obstruction in her peripheral vision formed a black wave that Aryan did not want to look directly at.
She seemed to be pulled away as well. Everything beyond imagination today was filled into a few Muggle religious paintings that Aryan had roughly scanned before. Della was placed at the center, the sacred baby, the irrefutable belief, and everyone who rushed to this unquestionable center was a devout believer.
If they were not emitting fear and their allegiance was not to a mysterious man, Aryan might have been attracted by the scene before her.
Aryan could not deny this yearning, this was the power she had longed for.
But she also knew the reason why her father brought her here. Her father wanted to convey a message to her, a message about her future.
Voldemort is never far away, and darkness can return at any time.