Chapter 396 - Retrial Ⅱ (2/2)

”Not at all,” Myrtle said passionately as she made big, gooey eyes at Stephen Flint. Why had she never noticed the Slytherin before when he was a student? Such a wasted opportunity, what an utter tragedy!

”May I ask you a couple more questions, if you don't mind my asking?” Stephen asked.

”Not at all,” Myrtle eagerly replied.

”Did you see anything that you can recall, when you opened the door? Such as a large figure or any detail really?” Stephen further coaxed out of the teenage ghost.

”I just remember seeing a pair of great, big, yellow eyes. My whole-body sort of seized up and then I was floating away,” Myrtle dreamily said.

”A few more questions, Miss Warren,” Stephen smoothly said. ”We are almost done. Can you please look at my client standing behind me?”

Myrtle's eyes grow wide as she takes the great, big hunk of a man that she hadn't noticed before which she now regretted as he was such a tasty dish to look at. Wait was that, Rubeus Hagrid?!

”Miss Warren, the man standing at my side is Rubeus Hagrid, do you remember that him from being in your same year?” Stephen carefully asked.

”Yes,” Myrtle said in disbelief. ”But he was all big, and gangly back then. Nothing like this,” as her eyes all but hungrily leered at Hagrid.

Hagrid flushed a bit the ghost's praises, he was still not used to his newfound popularity. He knew that the younger girls of Hogwarts found him attractive, but he only had eyes for his Olympe. Still, it was nice to be noticed at times.

”Was my client in any form or manner, mean or cruel to you?” Stephen pointedly asked.

”No,” Myrtle shook her head. ”He was rather awkward but nice. He'd hand me a hanky, whenever he found me crying, and would at least try to say something kind even if it was a rather strange compliment coming from him like how my teeth were white which meant I was healthy.”

”Miss Warren, if you can recall my client's voice of then, can you say that he was the same boy in the girl's bathroom that tragic day?” Stephen deliberately asked.

Myrtle slowly shook her head. ”Hagrid had a low, but rather loud voice. That boy had a smooth, almost silky voice. They were nothing alike.”

”Thank you, Miss Warren,” Stephen gratefully said. ”That will be all Miss Warren, you may go now.”

”Anytime,” Myrle flirted back, before waving goodbye and disappearing through the side door.

Stephen was not one to be disturbed by the fact that a teenage ghost was attempting to flirt with him, and rather badly at that. Without even skipping a step, he says, ”I would like to submit into evidence that according to the very deceased's testimony that said would be murderer although in fact male, spoke another language. My client does not speak any other known language except our very own English mother tongue. And the fact that my client's voice even at that age did not match the voice of the individual responsible for Miss Warren's death.

Secondly, the creature which my client kept at that time was not a creature that possessed a pair of yellow eyes. As such, my client could not be responsible for Miss Warren. And therefore, proves that my client is not the culprit, and was punished correctly for a crime that he did not commit!”

Magellan narrowed his eyes and rasps, ”A very moving speech, council. However, the evidence is circumstantial at best. And even if that is the case, who is the culprit behind Miss Warren's death? A culprit must be found guilty, you should know better than anyone council.”

A rustle of movement is heard as if in agreement and disagreement. Despite the well-made argument by the council, it would not be enough to change the tide. And even the best-meaning intentions can still fail.