Algie Longbottom, who had shouted the loudest earlier, had not joined the resistance, mainly because he had been kept locked in the defendant's seat.
Now he was utterly docile, answering Bones's questions honestly.
After all, compared with those people whose mouths and eyes had been twisted out of shape, he had come off much better.
Bones pronounced the sentence.
"Algie Longbottom, for abuse of authority... you are ordered to surrender twenty thousand Galleons in illicit proceeds and sentenced to three years in Azkaban."
"Yes."
From his seat, Shawn calmly watched these people, who usually considered themselves righteous, confess their crimes one after another. He felt no particular pride.
Few officials in the wizarding world were truly clean. Put bluntly, these people simply refused to cooperate with him.
There were probably plenty of officials on his own side who were even dirtier.
But that was the cruelty of a power struggle.
In the front seating area, the elderly Augusta rose and approached the front after her younger brother was sentenced and led away.
She exchanged a few quiet words with Dumbledore, then turned to give Shawn an indignant glare. Returning to the back, she took Neville, whose expression was conflicted, and left the venue.
Neville's mixed feelings were easy enough to understand.
His uncle had put him through plenty as a child. Half the credit for Neville being so slow belonged to him.
Afraid that a Squib in the family would disgrace the Longbottom name, Algie had nearly drowned his nephew when Neville was young and even dropped him from an upper floor, all to provoke an outburst of accidental magic.
Neville had hovered on the brink of death countless times. It would have been stranger if he had not become withdrawn, so it was understandable that he harbored some hatred