Volume 7: A World with Bad Consequences Chapter 463: Let the Night Disappear Completely
"…Mam Daniels, Frederick Yunus, and Semir Gomes, all of whom were outstanding young people who graduated from Beauxbatons, but they died in this conspiracy before their best years began. He took advantage of these young people's indignation at injustice and their rebellious spirit aroused by oppression, and abandoned them to the abyss of death."
"No one will forgive such evil deeds, and no one is qualified to forgive on behalf of the people who were hurt. His name will be nailed to the pillar of shame along with Bellatrix Lestrange, and will be spurned by future generations..."
The sound from the old radio was no longer clear, but the old woman sitting in a wheelchair with a thick blanket on her legs listened very seriously to the speech coming from this special radio station that only a very small number of people in the world knew about.
In the early morning of November, there was already a lot of chill in the air.
But early in the morning, she still insisted on turning her wheelchair to the yard outside the house and staring at the not-so-thick apple tree in the garden.
The apple-fruiting season had just passed, and the fruits had already been picked by her and given away to the neighbors. Only the branches were left, which were almost bare and had few leaves.
A neighbor's child passed by the fence, holding a basket in his hand, and looked at the usually kind and amiable strange old lady in the yard.
"Granny Gomez, this is the bread my mother just made and asked me to bring it to you to try. She actually wanted me to bring you some cookies, but my father said that your teeth are not good and bringing you cookies will only cause you trouble."
The old woman gently turned the knob of the radio beside her, reducing the shrill howls of a man who seemed to be suffering from some fatal torture to a level that only she could hear.
Then she turned her wheelchair to the fence and took the basket of bread from the boy.
"Would you like to come in and sit down?"
"Hasn't Uncle Samir come back? Dad said he's been gone for three years."
The boy did not agree immediately , but just stood on tiptoe and looked inside the house.
The old woman shook her head slightly.
After receiving such an answer, the boy looked very disappointed.
"Forget it, Granny Gomez. You should eat the bread earlier. Otherwise, it will get cold and hard, which is not good for your teeth."
He waved and ran back towards his home. The old woman was the only one left in the yard. She was holding a basket full of bread in her arms and looking up at the bare apple tree.
"Only I know that you have always been here, Samir."
She looked at the fruit tree that she had planted with her 5-year-old grandson and murmured to herself, while Iniesta's cold voice was transmitted to all parts of France from the old radio.
"Hang his body on the gallows and bring up the second prisoner."
"When you left, you told me that this land was in danger, and you didn't want your parents' hard work as Aurors to be destroyed by these people, so you were going to join the right people to stop them."
The old woman's voice had become choked at some point.
"They deceived you. I don't know if you thought that your grandma was still waiting for you under this apple tree before you died. But it doesn't matter, child. They avenged us, and someone protected this land for us."
She stretched out her old hand and stroked the rough trunk of the fruit tree.
"Take a good rest, Samir. Let's see what kind of future those people will have..."
Across France, families of the victims wept bitterly as they listened to the voices on the radio.
Many of them were unable to control their emotions like the old woman, but whether they expressed their feelings or not, everyone shared the same mood at the moment.
Jon couldn't see how those who heard about the public trial through the wizard radio felt.
What he could see was that the emotions in the hearts of the people at the conference had been ignited. Even though Voldemort had not occupied this land for a long time, his influence had already spread to every corner of the French wizarding world before he publicly announced that he would become the Minister of Magic of France.
Regaining a fair position cannot erase what has happened here. This is both a public trial and a reckoning.
The official who had cooperated with Bella to persecute young Muggle wizards was just a simple opening. Behind him, one criminal after another who was caught in this bloodline war was brought to the podium.
The evil in the world can never be overestimated. So many old accounts can be dug up in just a small Hogwarts castle, and it will only get worse in France.
Jon didn't say a word from beginning to end. No matter what crime the person brought to the platform had committed, he just watched silently.
He could feel that Voldemort had brought something very unusual to the wizarding world, which seemed peaceful and harmonious but was like stagnant water.
This war about bloodline and oppression had a profound impact on everyone who experienced it. Of course, this impact was both good and bad, but it also changed the previously relaxed atmosphere of wizards.
Today's punks are unwilling to submit to the rule of the purebloods, so they choose to resist. After this sense of rights is aroused, will more ?
Are they now equal to Muggles?
If it is about equality, then who is the confidentiality law protecting?
Jon wasn't sure if anyone would have such an association later, but he was sure that someone had thought of it now.
After another round of loud and intense cheers, a pair of struggling legs completely stopped moving, drooping down weakly, and Jon looked towards the north.
There is a man there who has the ability to see into the future. Is it because of what he saw that he is planning what he is doing now?
Jon's thoughts wandered, but soon came back again.
Again, no matter what Grindelwald does now, as long as Dumbledore does not explicitly express his intention to turn against him again, it means that he is safe for the time being.
Now the enemy they have to face clearly is Voldemort, who is close to England.
The public trial lasted a whole day, without even a break for lunch, but no one left the room from beginning to end. Everyone witnessed with their own eyes that the gallows went from being empty at the beginning to being full of corpses.
One gallows was certainly not enough, but magic came in handy, and soon a new gallows was created by transfiguration, standing next to the rack full of corpses.
But in fact, even if a whole day was spent, it would not be enough to publicly try all the prisoners who were arrested and committed crimes in the prison.
Iniesta and his men could only pick out the most serious ones to be the protagonists of today's public trial.
The purpose of this public trial is, of course, not just to conduct a trial on these criminals.
At dusk, when the third gallows was full, the trial finally ended.
But the trial was over, Iniesta walked down, and Dumbledore walked up to the podium under the gaze of everyone.
Most of the people at the scene had surprised expressions on their faces. They obviously had not expected that anything could happen today that would allow Dumbledore, the de facto supreme leader of the wizarding world, to come to power.
There were also some people who seemed to have guessed something a long time ago. After seeing Dumbledore come on stage, they showed expected expressions on their faces and held their breath.
Even though they had already vaguely guessed it, they still couldn't believe it. Would Dumbledore really dare to say those words right now?
"I am actually a guest to this land and this country."
When Dumbledore's not-so-loud voice rang out, the entire venue became quiet, but after he said this, the noise started again.
Ever since Dumbledore led the Wizarding World into the correctional facility, these French wizards no longer treated him as an outsider.
Perhaps a commander from a foreign country would cause rejection by some people, but for a leader like Dumbledore, who completely supports the entire team with his own reputation and strength, no matter where he is, he will only be regarded as one of their own by the locals.
To exclude him is to exclude all possibilities of success.
"Of course, in terms of ideals and positions, we are always the same people. I don't really like to have long speeches. In my school, the first thing students like about me is that I never say anything nonsense when everyone is happy or sad. Of course, it is the same today."
He stood in front of the three gallows, facing the hundreds of people in the meeting hall.
There was also a device like a microphone next to him, which transmitted every word Dumbledore said to all parts of Europe. Even in the UK, there were people from the British Ministry of Magic monitoring this public trial.
"Since the fall of Hogwarts Castle, we have been in exile in Britain for nine years. We have been in France for two years, and the Wizarding Equality Front has only been established for two years. But it was during these two years that we dismantled Voldemort's delusion of ruling France and crushed his ambition to spread from Britain. From a group of stray dogs at the beginning, to now we have formed a confrontation with him, and countless lives and blood have been paid in the process."
"Parents lost their children, wives lost their husbands, and young children lost their mothers. Countless families were broken up. For 10 consecutive years, students were forced to be separated from their families, and all memories related to them were hidden, starting this displaced escape."
There were cries in the meeting hall; the sound was not strong, more like some people's uncontrollable sobbing.
Not only was Dumbledore's voice not drowned out by the crying, but it became even more intense.
"Perhaps many people have not had time to accept the current situation, but the facts are already before us. Should we maintain this false peace or invade Britain and hang those bastards who cannot be called human beings on the gallows? I don't think any of us will have a second answer!"
The original glass walls around the venue suddenly disappeared.
This made the originally bloated public trial venue more spacious, but this relaxation did not last for more than a few seconds, as countless wizards wearing white wizard line standard robes filed in from all directions!
Seven people in white robes had rushed in here before. They had used their lives to blow up the French Ministry of Magic that Voldemort had just claimed to rule.
But today, there are no longer only seven people in white robes. The white torrent has spread throughout the entire venue. Each of their faces is excited and determined, and there is a flickering light in their bright eyes!
Just as Dumbledore's words, all the emotions released by everyone present during the day-long public trial were mobilized.
Looking at the corpse floating on the gallows, all the French wizards, whether they were sitting in their seats or standing, stood up.
They were dressed differently from the other members of the Wu Ping Line who were wearing white robes, but their eyes showed the same look!
"End this! Hang them!"
The shouts rose like waves, growing louder and more unified, until it seemed as if the ceiling of the Ministry of Magic was about to be lifted.
Just above the French Ministry of Magic, on Furstenberg Square which had suffered an explosion, some pedestrians who were walking felt the ground shaking slightly. The roar like waves penetrated the soil , and even the setting sun could feel its power!
Everything that happened at the conference was not limited to what was happening before our eyes. Through the wizard radio, almost the entire magical government in Europe heard Dumbledore's speech and the cheers of the French wizards in the audience.
The faces of many people who were watching in front of the radio changed immediately. It had come to this point, and anyone could guess what Dumbledore was trying to do!
Inside the British Ministry of Magic, the Auror Command Center had already been in chaos. The Aurors had been monitoring the progress of the public trial from the very beginning, and now they finally knew who the final target of this public trial would be!
Someone rushed out of the Ministry of Magic, wanting to report the news as soon as possible. At this time, Dumbledore's voice sounded again.
"This time, the war will be started by us! We will no longer passively endure the oppression and injustice brought to us by the enemy, but use violence to eliminate it all! Gallows should not only be erected on French soil, the island of Great Britain needs them even more! We also need to bring the source of all these crimes, the man who calls himself Voldemort, to trial, put a rope around his neck, and let this darkness that hangs over our heads disappear completely!"
