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Chapter 196: Who did Great Injustice
"Oh my God, Darren! I finally got to see you! Molly was crying at home—we couldn't imagine losing you."
The Ministry of Magic had forbidden anyone to visit him, fearing it would affect the fairness of the court. But some other children had already met their parents. Those parents would undoubtedly try to justify their children's actions and influence their statements.
"Darren, you must hold your ground. This isn't your fault!" Mr. Weasley whispered softly into Darren's ear.
Tonks turned her head, pretending not to hear. If she could get Darren to stay firm, she wouldn't have to worry.
"Sir…" Darren said quietly, his eyes slowly reddening.
Mr. Weasley's heart tightened. He hurriedly wiped his own tears.
"It's okay, it's okay… Dumbledore will be here today. Harry too. They'll handle it—you don't need to worry. Everything will be fine with Dumbledore."
Mr. Weasley trusted Dumbledore completely.
But then he froze. Darren choked out, voice trembling:
"Sir… it's my fault I couldn't save them… I had a nightmare last night. They all seemed to ask me, why didn't you save us? Why am I alive while they're dead? Just… just say it was my fault. I deserve to be punished…"
[Ding, Father +80]
[Ding, Father +60]
[Ding, Father +100]
Because they were at the Ministry entrance, with people passing by, Darren's words drew attention.
"Don't think like that. Their deaths aren't your fault…"
Before Mr. Weasley could finish, Alex arrived, stepping in briskly. He glanced at Tonks and Mr. Weasley, frowning.
"It's time. Let's get to the courtroom quickly. We can discuss everything else after the trial!"
He urged Tonks forward. If they delayed, Fudge would notice. With so many people around, there was no room to argue. Tonks and Mr. Weasley exchanged helpless looks.
"Hurry!" Alrx said firmly.
Tonks shot Mr. Weasley a helpless expression. "Darren, remember what I told you!"
Mr. Weasley called out anxiously.
Darren glanced back at him, red-eyed.
[Ding, Father +100]
After gaining these points, Darren followed Tonks quickly to the security checkpoint. Here, everyone had to register their wands.
"Magic wand!" the security guard barked impatiently.
Darren produced his wand and placed it on a small brass stand next to him.
"Ten and three minutes long, cypress wood, dragon heartstring core, used for one year, correct?" the inspector asked, not looking up.
"Yes."
"Okay, take it."
The guard handled it like a bank clerk processing a deposit. Darren muttered under his breath but followed Tonks toward the courtroom.
Fudge had brought him here personally, meaning there was no way he would let Darren change his statement today.
Darren smirked at the thought. He didn't want to meet Dumbledore or Harry right now; if they were here, they'd likely order him to soften his words.
But Darren had no intention of changing his stance. Let Fudge plead with him to alter his statement—he could wait.
Harry, too, was anxious about seeing Darren, and Fudge likely anticipated this. He was waiting outside the courtroom when Darren arrived.
"So this is Darren Porter?" Fudge sneered.
He could still give Harry Potter some respect, but Darren Porter was, in his eyes, just an insignificant orphan.
"I've read Tonks' interrogation notes. You say it was all your fault. Do you still believe that?"
"Yes," Darren replied, eyes closed, face pale and stern.
Approached by Fudge, he instinctively took two steps back, almost as if being threatened for what he had said.
[Ding, Father +80]
[Ding, Father +70]
[Ding, Father +80]
Another wave of "Father" points registered. Fudge didn't know Darren's thoughts, but in a way, he was contributing points to Darren.
Fudge realized Darren was clearly a victim, yet Darren himself insisted otherwise.
Pretending to wipe his eyes, Fudge made it look like he was tearing up, though it was only for show.
"Alright then, let's go inside!" he said, pulling open the courtroom doors, glancing at Darren with thinly veiled ill will.
Darren nodded faintly and followed the direction Fudge indicated.
A stern witch stood nearby, next to a large chair bound with chains, clearly designed to restrain anyone immediately.
"Sit here. Wait—others will arrive shortly."
"Thank you," Darren said politely, sitting in the chair.
From this position, he could see the room was a large hall. At the front were stepped seats, all empty for now.
Apart from that, there were six stools like his—likely for the rest of the Slytherin students, the ones he had deliberately left behind.
These students were cunning but cowardly. He had manipulated some of their memories, powerful yet meticulous, forcing them to hand over useful information.
Today, he would see who among them would reveal the truth and who would falter.
The system would produce and store images and points to track who deserved Azkaban. Darren intended to uncover the day's true culprit.
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