Chapter 540 The public trial begins

What is it like to be thrown into a small dark room and locked up?

Mike has thought about this question and asked many people, but the answers he got were all despair, pain, and warnings that he should never try it.

Mike is a smart man, a smart man who knows how important it is to listen to other people's advice, so he didn't lock himself in a small dark room to experience that feeling like his best friend Trevor in his previous life.

Especially after seeing Trevor's miserable state when he walked out of the small dark room, he put this matter on his life blacklist.

But even though Mike had imagined that feeling in the most terrifying way, when he was actually in the small dark room, he realized how naive his original imagination was.

No wonder Trevor strongly suggested that he try it after he came out. People who have not experienced it personally will not understand it.

Thinking of this, Mike couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It had been a long time since he woke up for the first time, maybe a day, or maybe a week. In short, Mike didn't know how many days it was, because it was pitch black here, and there was no time reference at all.

But during this period of time, his body and mind were severely damaged.

At first, he just felt very bored. After all, he couldn't move here, couldn't see anything, couldn't feel the flow of time, and could only hear his own heartbeat and breathing.

But soon, this feeling of being almost completely deprived of vision made Mike instinctively irritable.

He began to struggle, roar, and curse!

But no matter how hard he tried, the environment he was in still didn't change at all. It was always dark and dead silent!

The most important thing was that his inner irritability did not diminish at all because of these venting behaviors. It was not

until this moment that Mike realized that he was doing nothing.

So he began to try to make himself fall asleep, which was a very natural idea. After all, time would pass faster when he fell asleep.

Unfortunately, being in a silent environment for a long time made Mike's hearing particularly sharp. The originally slight heartbeat gradually became like a thunderous roar, and the rapid panting became as harsh as the whistling wind!

Under this huge noise, although he was very sleepy, he just couldn't fall asleep! Under

this horrible torture, the fire of resentment in Mike's heart was growing vigorously. He hated everything and imagined in his mind that he would tear Dumbledore into pieces and kill the painful time.

The dry magic in his body was running wildly under the mobilization of such extreme emotions, and it broke through the limit and forcibly recovered a little.

It's a pity that this magic is still too little.

Under the forced suppression of the unknown energy from the outside world, Mike still couldn't release any magic.

And perhaps because Mike's hatred was too strong, or simply because he was deprived of vision for a long time, in short, I don't know when a Dumbledore really appeared in front of Mike.

He floated in front of Mike, looking at Mike quietly. His eyes were as calm as water and his expression was kind, but in Mike's eyes, he looked so ugly, so ugly that Mike couldn't help but lean forward, opening his mouth wide and wanting to bite the other person's body!

The strange thing was that they were not far apart, but no matter how hard Mike tried, he could never touch him.

In fact, Mike knew very well that this was completely his illusion.

Perhaps he was really crazy.

However, just when Mike was almost completely insane, a white light came from right in front of Mike.

It was like a sharp sword, tearing through the darkness fiercely, and also tearing through the illusory Dumbledore floating in front of Mike, shining straight on Mike's face.

Mike's eyes, which had been in darkness for a long time, could not adapt to the sudden light at all, and he instinctively closed his eyes, but Mike forcibly suppressed this instinct, greedily staring at the light in front of him with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

This! It was the only change in his world for so long!

So even though his pupils had already shrunk to a small dot, even though his eyes were stinging and he was still crying under the stimulation of the strong light, and he couldn't see anything at all, he still refused to close his eyes!

After an unknown amount of time, Mike's eyes finally slowly adapted to the strong light.

The dazzling white light in front of his eyes began to gradually dim, and the surrounding scenes began to slowly come into his eyes.

Mike finally saw the prison where he had been imprisoned for who knows how long!

This is a huge sealed space, and the walls and ceilings at the edges are connected into a piece, presenting a perfect snow-white semicircle, as if someone had turned a huge white porcelain bowl upside down.

And below the entire space is not a snow-white substance like the wall, but a whole deep pool of water.

It is not accurate to say that it is a pool of water. Strictly speaking, it should be considered a mercury pool, because the liquid is shining with a metallic luster. If it weren't for the fact that it has been flowing slowly, Mike would definitely think it is a large piece of smooth metal plate.

As for Mike himself, he was tied to a huge silver-white cross floating above the mercury pool.

Mike looked at all this with a dull face, and his stimulated blood-red eyes were full of disbelief.

He knew this place.

This is... the 'Dead Sea Prison'!

The so-called Dead Sea refers to the large piece of mercury-like liquid that is slowly flowing below Mike.

It is an extremely mysterious liquid. It has a very high density and does not have any buoyancy. Any creature that sinks into it will drown in despair. And it can evaporate a poisonous vapor like mercury.

But unlike mercury vapor, the function of this Dead Sea vapor is to suppress all energy in the body of organisms, including magic, physical strength, and mental strength.

This also makes it like the legendary Dead Lake. No creature, even birds and wizards, can fly over it.

This mysterious liquid comes from a special secret realm. There is no life or land in that secret realm. There is only an ocean composed entirely of mysterious liquid, so that secret realm is also called the Dead Sea Secret Realm.

Such a secret place originally had no development value, but its characteristics just met some of the needs of the Ministry of Magic, so the liquid inside was brought out, and the Dead Sea Prison in front of Mike was made.

Mike knew about this "Dead Sea Prison" because there was also such a prison in the Magical Congress of the United States, and the reason why that prison was famous was because it once imprisoned the first Dark Lord, Grindelwald!

He really didn't expect that he would be imprisoned in such a famous special prison!

"So, I am in the United States?"

Mike couldn't help thinking so, but he quickly overturned his idea, because Dumbledore had no reason to hand himself over to the Magical Congress of the United States.

Just when he was confused, a small hole suddenly opened on the white outer wall of the cell, and then a person walked out of it and stepped onto the small floating platform at the door.

Mike recognized the man almost instantly, and then the anger that had just eased a little surged up again. He gritted his teeth and roared:

"Chris Flint!"

"Mike Townley, long time no see."

Chris bowed to Mike and spoke slowly with an elegant gesture.

At the same time, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, with a strong sense of sarcasm.

But after seeing this smile, Mike calmed down. He looked up and down at Chris, and soon his attention was focused on the robe he was wearing.

It was a very exquisite thick robe, a bit like the school robe of Hogwarts, but much more exquisite. Its surface also exuded a special luster, and it was obvious that the material was special.

The robe was purple-red, and there was an exquisite silver W embroidered on the left chest, but on the sleeves and collar, there were special shield-shaped symbols sewn with gold thread, which represented the emblem of the Ministry of Magic!

Mike had seen this robe before. It was during the last trial of Harry Potter by the Wizengamot Council. At that time, except for Dumbledore, all the members of the Wizengamot Council wore robes of this style, but there were no gold threads on their robes. The only guy at the scene who had gold thread patterns sewn on his body was Fudge, who was the Minister of Magic at the time!

Mike's eyes narrowed into a slit. He looked at Chris coldly and said slowly:

"So, you are the Minister of Magic now?"

"Oh? You figured it out? This is really rare. I thought that Muggle-born wizards like you were not very familiar with this secret symbol."

Chris looked very happy. He pointed at the golden pattern on his collar and said.

But facing his words, Mike did not mean to say anything.

"Mike, do you know what the biggest difference between you and me is?" Chris didn't care about Mike's silence, raised his eyebrows and continued, "That is, I know when I will win! To be honest, even if Dumbledore didn't intervene, you would definitely lose, because the power in my hands is far beyond your imagination! You have always been like a brainless reckless man, just rushing forward, but you don't know that your every move is under my control! Sometimes, in order to make your progress smoother, I even have to help you! I'm really anxious about your IQ!"

Chris exhaled a long breath of turbid air, his face was filled with satisfaction, as if he had been holding these words in his heart for a long time.

"Do you think you have won? You know I'm not dead yet."

Mike's indifferent voice came slowly, Chris curled his lips, looked at Mike with a sneer on his face and said:

"Don't worry, you will die soon."

After that, Chris waved his hand, and the giant cross that tied Mike floated behind him and followed him out of the prison.

Outside the cell, dozens of Aurors were waiting in full battle formation. As soon as Mike appeared, they all took out their wands and pointed them at the cross.

Chris did not stop. He walked slowly in front, led the bound Mike and the Aurors who followed him through the long corridor, took the magic elevator, and finally arrived at a place Mike was quite familiar with - the Magic Tribunal!

During this period, Mike kept his eyes closed and said nothing. He looked like he was resting his eyes.

But in fact, Mike was looking for a chance to escape. You know, as soon as he left the Dead Sea Prison, his magic power and mental power began to slowly recover, and with it came the return of his magic perception ability.

Unfortunately, the Aurors around him were too vigilant, and Mike never found any opportunity.

Helplessly, Mike had to give up the idea of ​​escaping midway and opened his eyes.

They had entered the Tribunal.

Unlike the courtroom where Harry Potter was tried last time, the courtroom they were in now was a stepped semicircular structure similar to a university classroom. The long table of the presiding judge and the other judges was located at the lowest point of the entire courtroom, and the other rows of seats extending upward along the stairs were public seats.

As for the jury, which was composed entirely of Wizengamot members, they were located on a high platform on the far right of the courtroom, looking up at everyone present.

At this moment, the public seats were full. Thanks to Michael's deeds of killing Voldemort, this public trial was highly anticipated. Almost everyone wanted to see with their own eyes this young wizard who protected the entire magic world of Yingguo but committed heinous crimes.

Unfortunately, due to limited seats, not everyone can sit here and watch this public trial up close.

Now, among the people sitting in the crowded public seats, only a small number of them are celebrities who come to watch the trial out of curiosity, and the rest of the audience are almost all reporters invited by the Ministry of Magic.

They will record the whole process of the public trial and convert it into text to be published in tomorrow's newspaper for other people who cannot attend the scene.

Undoubtedly, the whole courtroom was in an uproar when Mike appeared tied to the cross.

The reporters stood up in an instant, and the magic cameras in their hands kept flashing. Some excited reporters even rushed down the stands to take a close-up photo of Mike.

Of course, they were eventually forced back by the Aurors.

Compared with them, the celebrities were much more quiet. Although they stretched their heads and tried their best to look around, their butts were still firmly glued to their seats, maintaining the last bit of elegance.

As the temporary manager of the Los Santos Group, Penelope is naturally also a celebrity.

So she also appeared on the stands.

But unlike the others around her who were still trying their best to maintain their elegance, she had already stood up at this moment, trembling all over as she looked at the familiar figure being escorted in from the stands!