Chapter 87: 'Trial”

Chapter 87: “Trial”

It was growing dark at Hogwarts. With the castle already under curfew, Mr. Pringle didnt have to work hard to light the lamps.

The entire castle was almost engulfed in darkness, except for the auditorium, where a faint light still flickered.

Gathered in the auditorium were almost a dozen teachers, including the Headmistress, the four Heads of Houses, and several other professors.

Mr. Pringle was there, too, accompanied by the loyal Mr. Donald. Nearly all the teachers in the school had come together.

They knew what had happened.

Their faces displayed a range of emotionsanger, sadness, and worry.

A teacher stood in the center of their attention, bound tightly by magic ropes. Or rather, a former teacher

Professor Trocar, the Transfiguration Professor, was securely tied to a chair with his wand confiscated. His face appeared pale, but he maintained a calm expression.

Professor Flitwick, the diminutive Charms Professor, stood before him, visibly agitated. His voice trembled with anger as he confronted Trocar.

Trocar! The portrait of Principal Dilys Derwent revealed that during that time, only you, Granger, and Longbottom were in the Hospital Wing!

Trocar replied calmly, Yes.

How could you Professor Flitwick angrily raised his index finger and cursed, Do you think we are unaware of your identity as a Vampire? We trusted Grindelwalds judgment How dare you? How dare you attack Hogwarts students!Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

Trocar lowered his head, remaining silent.

Professor Sinistra, the Astronomy Professor, appeared calmer compared to Professor Flitwick. She gently patted his shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

Trocar, did you harm Madam Pomfrey? Professor Sinistra asked coldly.

Yes, Trocar replied with the same composure.

Did you drink Justin Finch-Fletchleys blood? Professor Sinistra continued her questioning.

Yes! Trocars expression remained unchanged.

And then you took Granger and Longbottom from the school hospital? Professor Sinistra asked finally.

Then what should we do? Professor Flitwick looked at the Headmistress, seeking guidance.

The gazes of the dozen teachers turned toward Professor Rosier, including Professor Trocar.

Coincidentally, Professor Rosier was also looking at Professor Trocar.

Their eyes almost met, and Professor Trocars gaze carried a pleading expression. However, Headmistress Rosier, still expressionless, glared back at him.

I will write to Minister Millicent Bagnold. The true culprit responsible for this series of attacks at Hogwarts has been foundit is our Transfiguration Professor, Edward Trocar! Professor Rosier stated calmly. Edward Trocar will be sent to Azkaban, where the Dementors may compel him to speak

This is the only way, the nearby teachers sighed.

Horace, write a letter to Mr. Cuffe, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, informing him that everything that transpired at Hogwarts can be published in the newspaper, Professor Rosier instructed.

Okay, I understand, Professor Slughorn nodded. I will write the letter soon.

Upon hearing Principal Rosiers words, Trocars face contorted in pain.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but when he lifted his head, his eyes met Headmistress Rosiers again.

The Headmistress glared back at him sharply.

In the end, Professor Trocar had no choice but to lower his head, weakly smiling and shaking it in a self-deprecating manner.

The trial was coming to an end. The true culprit had been apprehended, and he had confessed to his crimes.

They only needed to wait for the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic to arrive and transport the criminal to Azkaban, and it would all be over.

Everyone, disperse! Professor Rosier declared calmly. Pomona, Horace, take the Vampire to the Tower and lock him up.

Professors Sprout and Professor Slughorn nodded in agreement.

The teachers began to disperse one by one.

At the same time, behind the closed doors of the auditorium, something peculiar occurreda small, black figure swiftly moved, skillfully evading notice, until it vanished entirely into the darkness.