            The dark wizard shrugged. "I’m sure they wouldn’t prosecute Gryffindor’s Princess to such an extent. And if you confessed now, claim I Imperiused you, you might get off with only a Skeeter tell-all. But if you wait...perhaps ten years in Azkaban, then a lifetime ban from any reputable work. No chance at all at positions in the Ministry, of course. Perhaps you could still put that mouth to use, though. I hear muggle broth—"