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Travel time always feels short—especially after a series of… "unexpected" interludes.
Lynn collapsed onto the overly soft sofa in his living room and let out a long sigh.
"Home really is the most comfortable…"
He had barely finished speaking when his phone began vibrating in his pocket.
The screen lit up—Ollie's name, along with his slightly melancholic profile picture.
Lynn accepted the video call.
"What's up, Ollie? Something wrong?" he asked.
Ollie shook his head.
"Lynn, I just received an official notice from the Ministry of Magic."
"Huh? The Ministry contacted you?" Lynn sat up straighter. "Good news or bad?"
"It's about… the werewolves who attacked my dad's community."
Ollie paused before continuing:
"The Wizengamot is formally trying the two captured werewolf wizards the day after tomorrow—the ones called 'Max' and 'Dave.' My dad and I have been summoned as witnesses."
Several question marks practically popped up over Lynn's head.
"A trial?" he repeated instinctively.
"Wasn't the evidence already rock solid? Attacking a Muggle community, causing casualties, caught red-handed…"
He frowned.
"And shouldn't the usual procedure be to throw them straight into Azkaban? Or at least have the Wizengamot issue a quick ruling? Why hold a full trial now? It hasn't even been that long."
Ollie shook his head, equally confused.
"I don't know. The notice only said the case is 'complex' and requires full Wizengamot deliberation. We were ordered to appear on time to testify."
He hesitated, then added:
"My dad even asked a distant relative in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement… but they were vague too. Just said there are 'instructions from above' and that it's basically going through the motions."
"Going through the motions?" Lynn scoffed. "Are they serious?"
He exhaled, then said decisively:
"Alright, I get it. Time and place—I'll go with you."
"Ten in the morning, the day after tomorrow. Tenth underground level, Wizengamot courtroom."
"Got it. See you then."
Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
Lynn changed into a relatively formal wizard's robe—though he still managed to wear it with a hint of casual flair.
Guided by a stern-faced Ministry employee, he followed Ollie and his father down the elevator to the tenth underground level.
The courtroom was even more oppressive than he had imagined.
Dim lighting.
Rough stone walls.
A heavy, suffocating atmosphere.
The central platform was already sparsely occupied by several witches and wizards in Wizengamot robes, their expressions varied.
At the center was a sunken area containing two chained chairs—the defendants' dock.
Directly opposite stood the elevated judge's bench, with rows of seats behind it.
Ollie and Charles were led to the witness stand and seated.
Lynn, as an "accompanying guest," took a seat in the front section of the public gallery, giving him a clear view.
Soon—
Heavy footsteps echoed.
The sound of dragging metal followed.
Two male wizards, shackled at the hands, feet, and neck with heavy magical restraints, were escorted in by Aurors and forced into the defendants' chairs.
Moments later, the remaining members of the Wizengamot filed in and took their seats.
Lynn scanned the room.
Dumbledore was not present.
The last to enter was the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
Dressed in an elegant pinstriped robe, his slightly plump figure carried an air of forced authority as he took the central seat.
He tapped the gavel.
"Order!"
His voice echoed through the chamber.
"The Wizengamot is now in session to hear the case of the werewolf wizards known as 'Big Boss' and his accomplices, charged with attacking a Muggle community."
Fudge began reciting the case:
"...The defendant, 'Max,' along with six other werewolf wizards, on the night of [Date], attacked the Muggle community in which the Thorne family resides…"
"The incident resulted in one wizard seriously injured, four Muggles dead, and significant property damage…"
"The Auror Office intervened promptly and apprehended the primary offenders—'Max' and 'Dave'—at the scene. The remaining five werewolf wizards were killed…"
"Formal charges include illegal werewolf assembly, attacking Muggles, grievous bodily harm, violation of the Werewolf Code of Conduct, and more…"
The description was, broadly speaking, factually accurate.
Next came witness testimony.
Ollie and Charles were called one by one to the podium.
After taking an oath, they recounted the events of that night.
Their testimonies were clear and coherent.
Charles, in particular, spoke with calm precision—his businessman's composure lending his words considerable weight.
Afterward, Fudge briefly presented evidence—photos and reports collected by the Aurors.
Then came the defense.
A sharp-looking wizard with gold-rimmed glasses stood.
"Honorable members of the Wizengamot, Your Honor—my clients do not deny the attack or the resulting harm."
He paused, letting the words settle.
"However, the key point is this: they did not act of their own free will."
A ripple passed through the courtroom.
"They were controlled—bewitched and manipulated by an extremely powerful Dark Arts artifact. They lost their self-awareness and became mere tools of slaughter."
His voice rose slightly.
"My clients are victims as well."
"Evidence?" Fudge asked, expression grave.
"The evidence lies in their memories," the lawyer replied. "We request permission to extract and present them."
Fudge nodded without hesitation.
"Granted."
A witch from the Obliviator Squad stepped forward.
With practiced precision, she extracted strands of silvery memory from the defendants' temples and deposited them into a Pensieve.
The liquid swirled—
—and then projected a scene into the air.
Seven werewolf wizards wandered through a dim forest.
They discovered an ancient stone basin half-buried in the earth—resembling a Pensieve.
One by one, they leaned in.
When they raised their heads—
Their eyes were crimson.
Their expressions feral.
The scene shifted—
They appeared at the edge of Ollie's community.
And then—
The attack began.
Murmurs spread through the courtroom.
Lynn nearly cursed out loud.
Are they serious?!
"Just happened" to find a Dark artifact?
"Just happened" to attack Ollie's neighborhood immediately after?
And conveniently lost all self-control?
Who were they trying to fool?
Lynn was absolutely certain—
One of those werewolves had been in the Forbidden Forest.
This was no coincidence.
He stopped paying close attention after that.
The defense cited obscure Dark Arts texts, arguing the plausibility of such an artifact.
Fudge asked routine questions.
The defendants gave halting, inconsistent answers—
—but the lawyer smoothed over every flaw.
Disturbingly—
Many Wizengamot members seemed convinced.
A few were not.
A stern elderly witch—likely Griselda Marchbanks—and a grim-faced wizard clearly remained unconvinced.
"Let's vote," Fudge said, tapping the gavel again.
The members raised their hands one by one.
More than half voted guilty.
The evidence was too clear to ignore completely.
But—
A significant number voted not guilty or abstained.
Lynn narrowed his eyes.
Fudge, however, looked faintly relieved.
He had done everything he could—
Pulled strings.
Exerted influence.
Secured votes.
The result was… balanced.
Not an outright acquittal—
But far from severe punishment.
Most importantly—
The Galleons had already reached his pocket.
Fudge cleared his throat.
"Based on the deliberation and vote of the Wizengamot—"
"This court finds the defendants, 'Big Boss' and 'Second Boss,' guilty of attacking a Muggle community and causing harm."
Ollie and Charles quietly exhaled.
"However—"
Fudge's tone shifted.
"Considering that the defendants may have been influenced by an unknown Dark artifact, and may not have acted with full malicious intent…"
"This court will exercise leniency."
Lynn's gaze sharpened.
"It is hereby ruled—"
"Both defendants are sentenced to ten years in Azkaban."
Ten years.
The sentence was laughably light.
A heavy crime—answered with a light punishment.
The courtroom erupted into murmurs.
Some dissatisfied.
Some approving.
The two werewolves kept their heads lowered—
But their bodies relaxed ever so slightly.
They understood.
They had gotten off easy.