Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

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"Okay, this is what happened thirteen years ago. Let's ask the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to provide the results of last night's trial."

Fudge knocked on the table with the small wooden hammer he had on hand, and then an Auror came up with a pensieve, and another Auror followed behind him, holding two bottles and some parchment in his hand.

The members of the Wizengamot headed by Professor Dumbledore looked through these testimonies and information, and at the same time did not forget to carefully explore the memories of Sirius and Pettigrew.

Judging from these evidences, the whole incident can be said to be clear at a glance.

"Peter Pettigrew, why did you fake your death and escape?"

Seeing that the facts of Peter Pettigrew's crime were already confirmed, Crouch couldn't help but ask again.

"I lied to everyone, but I had a reason." Although Peter's voice was full of fear, he still tried to quibble.

He reiterated what he said at Fire Dragon Park.

But none of the people present are human beings. It is simply wishful thinking to try to get away with such a loophole-filled excuse.

"It's so strange to be a mouse and live in a wizard's house for thirteen years just to escape a prisoner in Azkaban."

Before Sirius could speak, Umbridge's weird accent sounded like a step.

"I advise you to be honest and tell everything you know, and tell me if there are any other instigators behind this!"

She stood up with a fake smile on her face, and her two big round eyes showed an extremely cold expression.

Clark didn't miss the eye contact she made with Fudge earlier.

What a born politician.

Clark sighed inwardly, Umbridge was indeed remarkable for being able to climb to a high position in such a short period of time.

Her words not only directly nailed Peter Pettigrew's accusations, but also expanded them in an attempt to implicate other people.

Peter Pettigrew hesitated, any explanation seemed ridiculous and feeble in front of the reality of his life.

He curled up on the chair, his face was pale, his whole body was shaking like chaff, and he was sweating profusely.

Seeing this, there was a murmur in the room. The members of the Wizengamot were talking and nodding. It was obvious that Umbridge's words moved them.

This time,

Crouch couldn't sit still. He was the one who tried the Sirius Black case. According to Umbridge, he was the biggest suspect.

So he stood up and said coldly, "Umbridge, this case has not been completed yet. The specific situation must be decided by all the wizards of the Wizengamot. It is not your turn to say anything."

Umbridge smiled coldly, but sat down obediently.

Although she held the position of senior deputy minister, it was just a nice word. In fact, she was just a senior assistant to the minister, without much real power.

But when she sat down, she looked at Fudge with an expression of asking for credit.

Fudge nodded slightly.

Crouch also wanted to question Sirius, but Fudge took the lead, "The evidence has been submitted, the prisoner has been interrogated, and the witnesses will speak next."

Snape and Harry walked to the front, and there was an interlude. Harry was so nervous that he couldn't open his mouth because he was facing this kind of situation for the first time. In the end, Snape told what he knew first, and then It was Harry who spoke.

After listening to what the two said, Crouch wanted to stand up and ask questions, but Fudge didn't seem to give him a chance to speak, and said directly, "Okay, since the evidence is conclusive, let's start voting."

He stood up, leaned forward, and looked at the members of the Wizengamot, "Please pay attention to the jury... If you agree with Sirius' acquittal, please raise your hands..."

Except for Crouch, most of the jurors raised their hands. A few of them also raised their hands after hesitating for a while. Only Crouch and two or three others sat motionless. over there.

Harry, who was watching, was very excited. If Black was not guilty, it would mean that he could finally get rid of his uncle and aunt's family.

Black, who was sitting in the judgment chair, looked at the circle of red-robed wizards looking down at him and the raised arms. His heart was beating violently, as if it was about to explode at any time. He was so suffocated that he couldn't bear it. Angry.

He had to take a deep breath, then lowered his head and looked at the shoes on his feet.

"The verdict is passed!" Fudge knocked on the table, "So, about Peter Pettigrew betraying the Potters; blowing up a street, causing the death of a large number of Muggles; framing the innocent Sirius Black, causing him to be imprisoned in Azkaban Thirteen years..."

Clark noticed that when Crouch heard "Innocent Sirius", his face was so gloomy that it almost dripped water.

Fudge had finished counting Peter Pettigrew's charges and said loudly, "Please raise your hands if you agree with the establishment of the accusation."

Sirius Black jerked his head up.

This time, more wizards raised their hands, and they raised their hands faster.

Hands were raised one after another, a lot of them... almost more than 70%!

Even Clark could hear Blake's rapid breathing. He wanted to count carefully, but before he could finish counting, Fudge said: "If you don't agree with the accusation, please raise your hands."

The whole place was silent. Crouch looked around, and six or seven people looked at him in the same way.

His hand moved slightly, but in the end he knew that the situation was over, but he still didn't raise it.

Seeing such a situation, Fudge couldn't help but reveal a victorious smile on his face, "Mr. Crouch, why didn't you raise your hand twice? What do you mean..."

Crouch pursed his lips and sat in his seat without saying a word.

"Okay," Fudge said with obvious joy in his tone, "then I take it that you have no objection to their sentencing?"

There was a dead silence, and then two words popped out from Crouch's lips, "Of course."

After finishing speaking, Crouch became shorter, and his spine, which had always been straight, bent, as if these two words had used up all his strength.

"Okay," Fudge nodded with satisfaction, "Now, we have reached an agreement on the outcome of the trial."

"I declare -" his voice became louder and louder, "the trial of the case thirteen years ago was not established. Sirius Black was acquitted and should receive reasonable compensation. The specific content of the compensation will be discussed after the meeting."

After he finished speaking, he took the lead in applauding, and there was also less enthusiastic applause in the jury box.

Peter Pettigrew shivered with fright at the applause.

"As for Peter Pettigrew, he will get the punishment he deserves!"

Everyone looked at the trembling Peter, as if staring at a strip of meat on the chopping board.

"Now I ask the jury to vote," Fudge said loudly. "If you believe that Peter Pettigrew deserves a life sentence in Azkaban for the crimes he has committed, please raise your hands!"

Fudge glanced at the jury members with a serious face, and also noticed that Clark on the side gave him an appreciative look.

What Clark said to him in the office not long ago rang in his mind.

"Minister, although proposing to give Peter Pettigrew a kiss can indeed make this case never turn over again, and even undermine Crouch's majesty, I think this proposal will do more harm than good to you.

Everyone has a sad mentality, and wizards are no exception. The dementor's kiss is really too cruel and frightening.

As the leader of the Ministry of Magic, in this position, the so-called prestige and strength are not the most important. You can let others do it. Tolerance and friendly gestures can make you more popular. "

As if in response to these words, Umbridge, who was sitting next to Fudge, stood up and refuted him.

"Minister, I disagree. I think that for the crimes Peter Pettigrew committed, he should be sentenced to the most extreme punishment in Azkaban - the Dementor's Kiss."

Umbridge's words caused the jury to fall into silence. The "Dementor's Kiss" was really shocking.

"Sucking away people's souls, wouldn't such a punishment be too much?" Professor Dumbledore, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "I think according to what the minister said, a life sentence in Azkaban would be enough. "

Fudge took one look at Dumbledore and knew that the greatest white wizard in history must not be able to bear it anymore, and he had always opposed cruel punishments such as the Dementor's Kiss.

"Clark's guess is indeed correct." Fudge's heart moved, and he realized that Dumbledore's reaction at this moment was exactly the same as Clark's guess.

At this time, Umbridge was still performing on the stage. She said in a deep voice: "I know that the 'Dementor's Kiss' is cruel, but everyone, think about the Potters and what you just saw in the pensieve. picture!"

Umbridge's tone was extremely serious, which made people think of the Potters. Even Harry had a crush on this aunt who didn't have good senses.

Several witches in the jury were the first to raise their hands under the influence of her words. Although women are soft-hearted, they are also the most likely to hate evil.

They thought of the scene they had seen in the pensieve before. The handsome wizard looked desperate in the dark prison and was getting thinner and thinner...

How pitiful Blake's situation was, how disgusting Pettigrew is now!

Gradually, even some wizards raised their hands. They looked at Peter Pettigrew as if they were looking at a puddle of mud, with disgust.

Even Sirius Black, who was tied to the chair, shouted loudly at this time, "I am willing to use all my compensation to exchange for a power. I want to exchange for the power to watch the execution in person! I want to see him being punished with my own eyes. Dementors suck souls!”

Blake looked at Peter Pettigrew and spoke loudly, as if he was venting the resentment accumulated over the past thirteen years.

But his words also made some wavering members of the jury frown.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As more and more people raised their hands, Fudge knocked on the table and stopped the farce in time.

"The law is the law, we are the Ministry of Magic, not a gang of dark wizards!"

He looked at Sirius who was in anger in the audience, and said according to what Clark told him:

"Mr. Black, we sympathize with your experience, which is why we compensate you.

However, even if we sympathize with your experience, it does not mean that you can use the so-called waiver of compensation to influence the legal trial.

Even in the case of misjudgment, Mr. Crouch did not sentence you to a 'dementor's kiss'!

If he hadn't given you a break, would you have had the chance to sit here again today? "

Fudge's righteous words made Blake calm down a lot. Of course, how much of this was due to the spiritual hints that Clark had planted in his heart before was unknown.

After the biggest thorn in his eyes was solved, he continued to speak to everyone present.

“Peter Pettigrew’s behavior is indeed something that makes people gnash their teeth with hatred, and I am no exception, but that is not what makes us lose our minds.

We are law enforcers and people in power. In our position, the most important thing is to stay calm and look at every case objectively and impartially, rather than arbitrarily deciding a person's life or death based on personal likes and dislikes.

That is irresponsible to the criminals, and also irresponsible to ourselves! "

Fudge's voice was as loud as thunder, and there was a sense of righteousness in his words that made many of the calmer wizards present couldn't help but nod.

“I am not saying this today to plead for Peter Pettigrew, this scumbag is not worthy of me.

I just want to tell you that it is wrong to take away a person's life at will. Human nature exists in the heart of each of us.

If we rely on our superiority and think that we can kill these criminals at will and abandon our own humanity, then what is the difference between us and criminals like Peter Pettigrew? "

Umbridge's eyes flashed, her lips parted slightly, showing an expression of sudden realization. She seemed to be completely baptized by Fudge's remarks, and she was completely on the same side as him.

She was the first to raise her hand, "I agree with the minister's point of view. Just now, I didn't think carefully and was controlled by negative emotions. Here, I want to conduct a profound review and thank the minister for educating me."

Umbridge's counterattack directly became the straw that broke the camel's back. The remaining wizards raised their hands while shouting "I agree with the minister's statement."

Mr. Crouch still didn't raise his hand, but this time, Fudge simply turned a blind eye and ignored his opinion.

"Then, I now declare in the name of the Minister of Magic:

Peter Pettigrew betrayed the Potters, blew up a street, killing a large number of Muggles, and framed the innocent Sirius Black, causing him to be imprisoned in Azkaban for thirteen years.

According to the crimes he committed, Peter Pettigrew is sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, to be executed immediately!

Aurors, take Peter Pettigrew down and send him to Azkaban!"

Fudge's face showed unprecedented determination and cruelty.

"Wait!" a voice suddenly shouted.

It's Clark!