"How do you plead?"
"Innocent," replied Harry.
"You plead guilty?"
"No! Innocent."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
There was a sigh. "If you insist…"
Mafalda Triddlebottom frowned slightly and pushed her thick spectacles slightly further up her long, bumpy nose.
She picked up a thick sheaf of parchment and began to read.
"You are accused of the following offences: three counts of murder-"
"What? Last time it was just two!"
"We reconsidered, Potter," sniffed Mafalda, "Now be quiet. Three counts of murder, assault-"
"I wouldn't call Stunning someone because they tried to kill me assault."
"I SAID BE QUIET! Now…Three counts of murder, assault and robbery."
"Robbing what, exactly?"
"Objects out of Professor Snape's cupboard."
"Who told you that?"
"We guessed," grinned Mafalda, "Now you've confirmed our suspicions."
Harry muttered something rude under his breath but stayed quiet.
"Look over there, Potter!" screamed Mafalda suddenly.
"What am I looking at?" asked Harry bewilderedly, spinning around in his chair to the direction she was pointing. It was one of the Aurors- a tall, slim Chinese woman who widened her eyes at the sudden yelling.
"SEE! RACISM!" cackled Mafalda, "Three counts of murder, assault, robbery, and racism."
"How?"
"You looked at her funny."
"Because you were screaming at her."
"Whatever. Oh my goodness, look at that!"
Harry folded his arms. "I'm not falling for it."
"Disobeying a Ministry officials orders! There we go. Yet another crime."
Mafalda giggled childishly. "Guilty! Bubi now!"
She yanked a lever and Harry fell down into a black hole in the floor.
She looked down into the hole and scolded, "You're not allowed to leave until I say so, Potter."