Chapter 485 - Pyrites Trial (2/2)
Taking another deep breath, Crouch says, ”The accused admits to the murder of the former retired Auror, Professor Lye. However, he does not admit to the attempted murder of Rowan Prince.” A burst of whispers is heard among those above as those like Bog Ogden snort in disbelief.
”A valiant attempt, Crouch,” Stephen Flint honestly said. ”However, what would one call chasing a teenage girl through Hogwarts and striking her with a cutting curse?”
”According to my defendant it was merely an attempt to frighten the girl,” Crouch flatly replied.
”Oh, and it was just a coincidence given our recent intel that the Dark Lord and Lord Voldemort are the one and the same, who is somehow in cahoots with the murderer known as Tom Marvolo Riddle?” Flint countered.
”That may very well be the case, but according to the defendant, he does not serve the Dark Lord and was merely trying to attack the Princes in a personal fit of revenge,” Crouch drily said not believing a word of his own statement.
Flint nods at Crouch, who takes a step back as Flint walks forward and stares down at the dandy wizard, who had not been able to bathe in a week. Wrinkling his nose, he points his wand at the accused and tears the sleeve of his robes. There before everyone on his left forearm a certain tattoo is revealed. A burst of whispers fills the air as many of those seated above can instantly recognize the tattoo as related to the first young man who had been tried for the attacks at the Malfoy wedding a year ago.
”I would like to put into evidence the dark mark which those associated with the Dark Lord also known as Lord Voldemort,” Flint said, before taking a step back.
Tiberius Ogden frowns and says, ”That is well and done, and we've already heard the Auror's testimonies in a previous preliminary hearing. Why was Rowan Prince not brought forth?”
The room grows silent as everyone turns to glance at Dumbledore for it was a well-known fact, he was her apprenticeship master. The wiry blond court scribe stops writing and glances up. Fair skinned with broad shoulders and a pair of spectacles, Tiberius McLaggen, paused to stare at the accused instead. Tiberius McLaggen was a close friend of Rufus Scrimgeour along with Bertie Higgins. But more importantly an upcoming junior ministry member.
”The elder Prince,” Dumbledore slowly said, ”Would not allow it. A pensive memory was given to me for us to view. But he absolutely refused to have his only granddaughter and heir in the same room as the man who attempted to kill her.”
Turning towards the front, Dumbledore says, ”If Mr. Flint would bring in the court's pensive for use that would be most excellent.” Nods can be seen in the courtroom as well as dubious expressions.
Flint leaves through a side door and only later returns with a tiny shrunk pensive that he placed in the middle of the room. With a wave of his wand the pensive grew to large pool like proportions where a silver light can be seen. Liquid like gas substance swirled about moving ceaselessly; the surface is like waters being ruffled by the wind. And yet like clouds, they separated and swirled smoothly to look like liquid and very much solid.