Ethan Vincent, do you plead guilty?

Chapter 91 Ethan Vincent, do you plead guilty?

Ethan nodded, his face showing no sign of panic.

He raised his hand, ready to Apparate away with the Auror.

Just then.

"Wait a moment!"

A hand reached out from the side and grabbed Ethan's wrist.

Penelope stood in front of Ethan, like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

He said coldly:

"I don't know when Aurors were allowed to take students away without going through the school professors."

"Move aside, miss. Don't obstruct official business."

Ao Luo said in a deep voice, exuding an oppressive aura.

Ethan looked at them, then at Penelope, whose body was trembling slightly.

He blinked, grabbed her clothes, and whispered:

"Senior, I'm so scared~"

Penelope's heart softened instantly, and courage surged forth.

Ethan is her junior, she has to protect him!

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

She patted Ethan's shoulder reassuringly.

Turning his head, he glared at the Aurors with reproachful eyes and questioned them:

"Several adults ganging up on a child, don't you have any conscience?"

Behind him, Ethan made a face at the Aurors.

Auror: "...—

Isn't this showing absolutely no fear?

Before seeing the victim's miserable state.

They would never have imagined that such a well-behaved and adorable child would do such a terrible thing.

It felt as if it had suddenly pulled people back to the Dark Ages, sending chills down their spines.

The Carlo family only has this one son. As a rigid pure-blood, he is naturally arrogant and domineering.

Right now, he's just going to participate in the competition organized by the Ministry of Magic, hoping to win glory.

But what returned was a cripple.

The Carlo family is going crazy.

They stated that the bastards who harmed their son would pay the same price!

Thinking of this, the Aurors looked at Ethan with some sympathy.

Even if you're young, you can't get into Azkaban.

But dropping out of school is certain.

His life is probably ruined for the rest of his days.

They didn't mind waiting a while; after all, the outcome was already decided.

"Make way, Professor McGonagall is coming."

A cold, arrogant voice rang out, and the onlookers were shoved aside without any politeness.

Gemma Farley impatiently withdrew her hand, stepped aside, and made way for Professor McGonagall, who was rushing over.

"Huff, huff—what happened? He's my student!"

Professor McGonagall said breathlessly.

The thin hand gripped Ethan's shoulder tightly, as if Ethan might be taken away at any moment.

aside.

Cedric finally realized what was happening and immediately stood firmly in front of Ethan.

Like a honeydew irrigating its territory that has been invaded, it glared at the Auror.

This scene caused the Aurors to raise their eyebrows in surprise, exchange glances, and say in a businesslike manner:

"This is a summons from the Ministry of Magic. Please do not interfere."

He then took out a letter stamped with an official seal from his bosom.

The handwriting was messy, clearly written in a hurry.

Looking at the crowd that stood before him like an impenetrable wall, Ethan felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

However, he was not passive.

"I'll go with you."

Ethan's voice broke the standoff between the two groups.

"Mr. Vincent!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed sternly, her eyes wide with tension and unease. "This is no joke!"

"By the way, Professor."

Ethan interrupted Professor McGonagall.

He looked up, a smile playing on his lips, and raised the gleaming golden trophy in his hand:

"I won first place in the competition!"

Professor McGonagall stared wide-eyed at the trophy in Ethan's hand.

It seems that it was only at this moment that she realized the significance of the trophy.

It means to believe him.

After a pause, Professor McGonagall closed her mouth and said in a low, hoarse voice:

"In that case, I'll go with them."

Auror nodded: "Okay."

"As for you."

Professor McGonagall looked at the other anxious students who were defending Ethan, a gentle look in her eyes.

"Use your house keys to return to school first, and don't spread false rumors."

"But Penelope spoke up urgently."

But when faced with Professor McGonagall's stern gaze, he swallowed his words.

..-Too.

Even if they followed, it wouldn't make a difference.

They'll only cause trouble.

Penelope bit her lower lip, feeling a sense of resentment and an urgency to move forward.

If she were a little stronger, like Prefect Robert, she would have already built up her own network within the Ministry of Magic.

Will I not feel so helpless when I encounter this situation again?

After a two-second silence, everyone watched as Ethan and Professor McGonagall Apparated away with the Aurors.

The discussion gradually spread.

Regardless of the final outcome.

As for the contestants who were taken to the Auror for review immediately after the competition ended.

Ethan Vincent has truly created a legend.

It's likely that no one will surpass him for the next few centuries.

Ministry of Magic.

An underground court.

Ethan followed the Aurors through the dark and oppressive corridor.

Several wizards, looking on in a hurry, stared at him, seemingly puzzled as to why a child would be there.

"Knock knock".

Auror knocked on the door.

Come in~

A affected, pretentious female voice came from inside the door.

Ethan frowned.

It sounded like an old woman speaking in a high-pitched voice, making you want to punch her.

I pushed open the door, and the light shone out.

Upon seeing the layout inside the door, Ethan raised his eyebrows, a smile playing on his lips, and remarked:

"Wow~ You really think highly of me."

The huge courtroom was brightly lit, as if to expose the criminals' crimes so thoroughly that they had nowhere to hide.

A chair sits alone in the center.

Ahead, there was a tiered, circular judge's bench that stood tall and imposing, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

Although the dock was not full.

However, this can already be described as "abusing one's power to bully others".

Reporter Rita, like a hyena that has caught a whiff of blood, scribbled something down with her shorthand.

Ethan turned his head and saw a familiar figure in the judge's seat: Pink Clam.

Dolores Umbridge.

Ethan: "Fantastic creatures can be judges? The Ministry of Magic is really changing things up."

His words reached Professor McGonagall's ears, causing the latter's lips to twitch.

What time is it? Why do you still have no sense of crisis?

Professor McGonagall looked at the courtroom and pursed her lips.

This time, the Ministry of Magic is serious.

Upon Ethan's entrance, two well-dressed men and women abruptly stood up from the judge's bench.

The woman pointed at Ethan and began to hurl insults:

"It was this filthy, wretched little mud-brain who turned my precious son into that state!"

When Hamburger was brought in, she could hardly believe that this lump of mud-like "thing" was her son.

"Kill him! Give him the Dementor's Kiss!"

"Madam!" Professor McGonagall frowned and snapped, "Watch your words!"

"Knock knock".

The gavel struck, breaking the tense atmosphere that was about to erupt.

"Alright, alright, let's begin the trial. Trust me, I will give everyone a fair verdict."

Umbridge said sweetly, pointing to the chair.

"Sit down, child."

The moment Ethan sat down, several chains instantly emerged from the chair, binding Ethan tightly!

Ethan tried to struggle, but it was very firm.

Does it combine the copper-blocking spell?...::::... A very powerful spell.

No wonder they can restrain those vicious criminals.

Professor McGonagall roared, "How could you treat him like this?! He's just a child!"

"A child who killed someone—or nearly killed someone."

Umbridge added that a malicious glint shone in his small eyes.

"I think this is a good idea."

Professor McGonagall wanted to say something more, but Ethan stopped her.

"I'm fine, Professor."

Ethan looked up, his gaze fixed unflinchingly on Umbridge, and calmly said:

"Then, as you request, let's begin the trial."

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I don't know why.

Staring into those cobalt blue eyes, Umbridge felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

It felt as if I were being watched by a deadly beast.

Ha, what a well-mannered criminal.

She loved getting these disobedient little wizards to "turn over a new leaf".

"Mr. Ethan Vincent," she read aloud.

"You are accused of severely injuring a kind and innocent pure-blood scion, Hamburger Caro, during a challenge match."

He was diagnosed by St. Mungo's with lifelong infirmity.

Umbridge looked up and stared intently at Ethan.

"—Do you plead guilty?"