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Chapter 517 Dilemma
Chapter 517 Dilemma
"Pat-pat-pat"
As the next morning dawned, Loila was awakened by the sound of a glass jar being tapped. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Mr. Scrinker, the Auror office director, with a serious expression.
"Good morning, Miss Hamilton." His voice was flat and serious, just as it always had been.
"Good morning—" Being woken up in bed for the first time, Loila pulled the covers up a little awkwardly. Even though she was wearing her own robe, it still felt a bit strange.
"Are you ready?" He nodded slightly and said, "There are still two hours before the trial begins."
"Ugh—" Loila wasn't sure whether she was ready or not, because she had gone to bed early last night—
She fell asleep before she could even think about the contents of the trial.
After all, with a magic wand in hand, I seem to be ready no matter how you look at it, right?
"I—I'm ready." She pursed her lips.
"So, regarding the defense attorney—have you decided who it will be?" Scrimgeour asked slowly. "The trial is about to begin—"
what----
Is it in such a hurry?
Yeah, that's right—after all, it was only yesterday that I told myself I needed a defense lawyer.
Loila had indeed thought about this issue last night, and even discussed it with Miss Nagini—after the brief exchange, she had some ideas in mind.
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"I—I've made up my mind." Loila nodded and said softly, "Is Miss Shiloh Rozier here?"
That's right, after thinking for a long time, the person Loira chose was Miss Shiloh. After all, she still remembered Miss Shiloh's debate with Peterson and her own debate with him. Miss Shiloh was very good at debating. Moreover, as the eldest daughter of the Rozier family, she must also know a lot about law.
"Is that so?" Scrimgeour raised an eyebrow. "This morning, Miss Siri of the Hamilton family notified the Ministry of Magic—"
"She has already found you a lawyer."
"No—no need." Loila quickly shook her head: "Miss Xirui is very busy—"
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Scrimgeour paused for a few seconds before slowly asking, "You are the head of the Hamilton family, aren't you?"
"It seems...it seems so." Loila felt that there shouldn't be a family head as shameful as herself—she poked her finger and nodded a little guiltily.
Scrimgeour fell silent again, and after a few seconds he said, "I understand. I will inform Miss Siri."
"Then please get ready—I'll be here to let you know in an hour."
"Hmm...hmm." Watching Mr. Scrimgeour leave, Royla breathed a sigh of relief and then pulled the blanket over her head again.
It seems like the trial is really coming—Loila suddenly felt a little nervous. Actually, she was a little nervous last night, but because of playing around with Miss Nagini—she blushed slightly when she thought about it.
It's all Miss Nagini's fault that I didn't have time to think about this last night—she patted her face to calm herself down a bit.
Alright, there's really nothing to worry about—if all else fails, I can just suddenly pull out my wand and fight my way out!
Well, it's not accurate to say they're going to fight their way out, since these Aurors, Loila, still don't want to hurt them.
But anyway—Loira slightly tightened her grip on her wand, and then—she suddenly felt a little sleepy—a little drowsy—a little—
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"You mean—Miss Hamilton is asleep?"
Upon hearing Jack's report, Scrimgeour was momentarily speechless, or rather, he had never known what to say when facing Miss Hamilton.
This Miss Hamilton is really a bit too—peculiar.
Is it possible for someone to fall asleep while being sent to Azkaban?
Even the most vicious Death Eaters he had ever met couldn't do that.
Perhaps Miss Hamilton herself knew the answer?
As the head of the Auror office and a well-known serious man, Scrimgeour usually didn't express his opinions, but he still felt grateful to Miss Hamilton.
In the first match of the Goblet of Fire, if it weren't for Miss Hamilton, I would certainly be dead—and it was also thanks to her magic array that I wasn't killed by the Killing Curse.
Miss Hamilton saved him twice—therefore, Scrimgeour simply cannot accept the Ministry of Magic's accusations—and the conflict between the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts is escalating to the point that Fudge is going to harm a girl?
Scrimgeour clenched his fist slightly and took a deep breath—but he was indeed somewhat helpless, after all, he was an employee of the Ministry of Magic, and on this matter—he couldn't just express his opinion casually.
Thinking of this, he let out a soft sigh and said to Jack, "Then let's not disturb her and let her get some rest."
"Then—" Scrimgeour paused and looked at an Auror beside him: "Go tell Minister Fudge."
"To say that Miss Hamilton is a little uncomfortable—let's postpone the trial a little longer."
"I understand, Director." The Auror nodded and quickly walked out.
He was one of the people who had worked with Miss Hamilton during the investigation—or rather, a large portion of the Auror's office had worked with Miss Hamilton—so Scrimgeour could understand their thoughts.
Why----
He looked somewhat bewildered at the plaza beneath the high walls surrounding the Ministry of Magic, and gently shook his head at the statues above.
What exactly is Minister Fook-gi trying to do?
"Pat-pat-pat-pat."
Just as he was thinking this, a black-haired woman dressed in a black robe walked up. She had a pair of deep purple eyes, and just by being looked at by her, Scrimgeour felt a slight chill.
"Miss Rozier." Scrimgeour nodded slightly upon seeing her. "Aren't you Miss Hamilton's lawyer?"
"Perhaps you should think about the defense," he suggested.
"I know." Shiloh nodded indifferently, then said, "But before that—I have some questions for you."
"I am an employee of the Ministry of Magic, Miss Rosier." Scrimgeour frowned slightly. "There are some things I cannot—"
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"Even if it's to do the right thing?" Shiloh interrupted him rudely. "Besides—I'm just asking some very simple questions."
"I'm just a little curious—who are the Ministry of Magic's so-called witnesses?"
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Upon hearing this, Scrimgeour's expression suddenly turned strange. He coughed and then turned his face slightly away.
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