Chapter 381

"Ten and one-third inches, cypress wood, dragon scale wand, used for a year, right?"

"Yes."

"Alright, take it away!"

The security guard didn't look up the whole time, just like a clerk at some bank.

Darren complained.

Then he followed Tonks and the others toward the court.

Fudge was setting him up, actually dragging him to court; he definitely wouldn't let Fudge have a good time today.

He snorted.

His pace was faster.

He didn't want to meet Dumbledore and Harry and the others right now; as a good child, he would very likely be ordered by them to change his story.

But he didn't think that way at all.

What was the point of changing his story at the beginning?

He had to let Fudge beg him to change his story.

It wasn't just Darren who was worried about seeing Dumbledore and Harry and the others.

Even Fudge thought so.

He was waiting outside the courtroom at this time, and seeing Darren and the others coming, he immediately greeted them.

"This is Darren Potter?"

Fudge said contemptuously.

For Harry Potter, he could still give some face.

But Darren Potter, in his eyes, was just an orphan kid.

Wasn't he just someone he could knead at will?

"I read the interrogation Tonks wrote; you think everything was caused by you; do you still think so now?"

"Yes, I still think so."

Darren closed his eyes, his face pale to the extreme.

After being approached by Fudge, he retreated two steps in a panic.

From a distance, it looked especially like Fudge had threatened him into saying something.

【Ding, Saint-Father value +80】

【Ding, Saint-Father value +70】

【Ding, Saint-Father value +80】

【Ding...】

Another wave of Saint-Father value was in hand.

Fudge of course didn't know Darren's thoughts; he even contributed some Saint-Father value to Darren along the way.

Clearly, he also felt that Darren was completely a victim in this matter, but who made Darren say so himself? What did it have to do with him?

He hypocritically wiped his eyes.

It looked like he was wiping away tears, but in reality, he didn't even break a sweat.

"Oh, since that's the case, then go in!"

He opened the door to the courtroom, looking at Darren with some malicious intent.

Darren nodded with a pale face, and then followed the direction Fudge pointed; there stood a serious wizard.

Next to the wizard was a large chair.

There were many chains around the chair, as if it could lock someone up at any moment.

"Sit here, wait a little longer, and everyone will be here!"

"Thank you!"

Darren smiled politely, and then sat on that chair obediently.

When he sat on this chair, he discovered that the chair was in the very center of the room.

This was a very large hall.

At the very front of the hall were tiered seats.

No one was seated there yet.

Besides those seats, the rest were stools like the one he was sitting on.

And there were six more stools like his.

Clearly, the remaining Slytherin students would also come over.

These were the few students he deliberately left behind.

These few students were the kind who had the heart to do evil but not the guts.

They were very unhappy with him, but didn't dare to take action against him.

So he specifically forged many memories in their minds where he was powerful but somewhat pedantic, unwilling to kill anyone.

It was just to make them deliberately blame things on him, make them feel he was easy to bully, and then cause trouble at will.

Today, let's see what those people each have to say.

He was just waiting for the system to casually make some memory-viewing orbs, forging some images that could send these people to Azkaban.

Let's see who the big sucker is today!

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