Chapter 486 - Pyrites Trial Ⅱ (1/2)
”If you would please, Mr. Flint,” Dumbledore instructed as Flint carefully prods the memory with his wand.
With a lurch, the wisps of clouds arose as a scene began to play there before them. A girl wakes up and begins to talk with her supposed boyfriend to only send him flying across the infirmary. She runs fearfully barefoot across the stones until she comes across the caretaker. There she whirls around to face her attacker to only be struck in the shoulder. A vast pain can somehow be felt as she stuns her opponent and the caretaker knocks the polyjuiced figure unconscious.
There is a tense silence as Madam Marchbanks angrily says, ”A mere girl facing all alone a dangerous wizard like that, what is the world coming too?”
Turning her eyes onto the accused, Madam Marchbanks sneers and says, ”Yes, I can see exactly what kind of Dark Lord, you serve, Pyrites. A coward.” Pyrites eyes narrow into dangerous slits imprinting her old face into his mind. He would have his revenge.
The tall, powerfully built figure of Albert Runcorn smirks rather coldly. ”I do, however, have a question, Dumbledore. How precisely was the identity of Pyrites reveled? I am told he was instantly taken away, but a polyjuice potion take several hours to fade away?” Said, the gravelly voiced, dark haired, bearded wizard.
”It indeed does,” Dumbledore replied without hesitation. ”But Georgine Prince's talents lay in ward and spell breaking. I did not believe it was possible either, but she forcibly broke the effects of the Polyjuice Potion.”
”Oh, how interesting,” Albert Runcorn said. ”What a coincidence that the Madam Prince broke through such a potion. I wonder if it isn't at all a Slytherin scheme to garner our attention.” A burst of whispers burst in the room at his words as Pyrites had a rather satisfied look on his face at those words.
”You are still a stupid boy as ever, Runcorn,” Elphias Doge snapped earning a wrathful glare from Runcorn. ”We all heard the testimony from those present and Reginald Prince blasted his way through that enchanted maze. Anyone of us here except for Dumbledore would bloody well have a difficult time with such a maze. Do you have any idea the sheer power that it took to do so? Well, Do You?!”
Runcorn's lips twitch into a snarl as the hunched up, bald wizard, Doge triumphantly says, ”Exactly. And it isn't just that, why else do you think the Prince twins were apprenticed early on? They are practically crackling with power before they should be. If they are not as powerful as Dumbledore or their grandfather, once grown, I'll eat my hat!”
”I stand corrected,” Runcorn stiffly said. ”Nevertheless, even if that is not the case, it still bares looking into.”
Doge happily slumps down into his seat as Dumbledore says, ”Then let us hear the accused now. Mr. Crouch, if you'd please remove the magical bindings on Pyrites?”
”Yes, Chief Warlock,” Crouch unhappily said as he pointed his wand at the defendant and the magical binding was removed from his mouth.
Pyrites reflexively stretches his mouth and licks his dry lips. Grinning at them he says, ”Why hello everyone. A pleasant day, we are having. No? Oh, well so much for small talk at least I can say I did try.”
The Wizengamot blankly stares at Pyrites for a moment. It must be the first time in the Wizengamot's entire history that the prisoner treated them so nicely. Not to mention for the defendant attempting to be polite and make small talk as though as he was at a social gathering.
The short plumb wizard with enormous thick glasses glares at Pyrites. Bob Ogden, current Head of the Auror's coolly says, ”Pyrites, you do understand that you have been revealed to be a murder with a second failed attempt? Do you understand the charges before you?”