After dinner, during which Jack and grandpa stayed formal with each other, I stayed at Jack's place. The entire week before the magical tribunal date, I spent most of the time outside classes with grandpa, preparing my defense. Mister Hurst was not there.
"Magical law is different; we have no lawyers," grandpa explained. "Each master needs to learn the rules on their own. But we don't have that many written explicit rules, anyway. It mostly depends on the reputation of a master. Those old geezers know who I am. I know quite a few things about them, too."
"Wait," I said. "So you know all the members of the jury? You even have dirt on them? Shouldn't it be an unbiased jury?"
"They're all light mages who have at least a magister's title. How many such mages do you think there are in the As
