I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Hearing Harry's name, Black instantly calmed down. Although he had never seen this godson, he was the orphan of James and Lily after all, and he really wanted to see him.

After Blake calmed down, it was easy, and he began to tell what happened that year.

Although eleven years have passed, for Black, it seems like it happened yesterday, it is still so unforgettable, so heart-piercing.

"Blake, why did you change your mind and let Peter be the secret keeper?" Dumbledore asked the most critical question.

"I thought it was the best plan... It was a clever plan... Voldemort will definitely come after me, no one will ever think that the Secret Keeper is Peter... He is safe..."

Black said painfully: "The night James and Lily died, I went to see Peter to make sure he was safe, but when I arrived at his hiding place, he was gone, and there was no sign of a struggle..."

He stared at a pair of sunken eyes, and said hoarsely:

"I felt something was wrong, so I got scared and went straight to Godric's Hollow, where I saw the Dark Mark floating there from a distance.

I saw James' house was destroyed, James and Lily were lying on the ground, Hagrid found Harry from the ruins...he held the child in his arms, the child was crying...with a scar on his forehead... It must be painful..."

"I softly sang a lullaby to lull the child to sleep, that's it, that's it, listen!"

Everyone heard what he said, but couldn't hear the slightest singing, and couldn't help but look at each other.

It seems that Black is no longer telling everyone about the past, but just talking to himself:

"I gave Hagrid my motorcycle and asked him to give Harry to Dumbledore...I went after Peter alone, trying to find out why he betrayed me, James and Lily...we He is obviously the best friend...lived together for seven years...I trust him so much..."

Sirius couldn't go on, his face was full of tears, like a wild beast that lost his companion, he murmured repeatedly:

"It's all my fault...it's all my fault...I made a big mistake and killed them..."

All wizards fell silent.

Pettigrew Peter sat on a chair with cold hands and feet and a frightened face. He wanted to cry, but he didn't know why, but he couldn't cry when he heard Black's wailing.

After a long silence, Dumbledore asked softly, "Peter, do you deny what Black said?"

Peter wanted to quibble, but for some reason, he couldn't open his mouth.

Black, who was only half a meter away from him, also raised his head, staring at him with ferocious and hateful eyes.

If he wasn't also chained, Peter believed that Black would rush over and eat him alive.

Peter just wanted to get away from Black as soon as possible, even...even if he was imprisoned in Azkaban.

"I... I plead guilty!"

The auditorium was noisy again.

Dumbledore held up a hand. Slowly, the hall fell silent.

"You plead guilty? Admit that you killed the Potters? Framed Black?"

"Yes... yes." Pettigrew Peter seemed to have exhausted all his strength and slumped on the chair.

The hall was flooded with shouts, and many wizards cursed at Peter.

Rove was sitting on a chair, and he heard someone yelling, "Give him a dementor's kiss!!"

But that's impossible, death sentences are rare in the wizarding world.

Just like Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband used the Cruciatus Curse to drive Neville's parents insane, such extreme and unrepentant Death Eaters are only sentenced to life imprisonment.

Since Azkaban became a wizard prison in the eighteenth century, it has been nearly three hundred years, and there has been no escape from prison.

The wizarding world believes in the ability of detention there!

Dumbledore looked down at Peter, and he raised his voice over the crowd's voice:

"Peter Pettigrew was accused of betraying the Potters and their location to Voldemort, resulting in their sacrifice!"

"Peter Pettigrew was accused of framing the innocent Sirius Black and sent him to prison for eleven years!"

"Peter Pettigrew is accused of attacking Filch and other wizards at Hogwarts!"

"After the trial, the evidence for the above charges was conclusive, and the defendant confessed to the crime."

Dumbledore raised his head and said:

"Now I ask the jury to vote, and I believe that these crimes should be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban... Please raise your hands!!"

Fifty members of the Wizengamot raised their hands in unison, not only them, but all the participating wizards also raised their hands, although they did not have voting rights.

"Raise your hand if you find Sirius Black acquitted!"

Everyone in the auditorium raised their hands again.

"After the Wizengamot trial, the verdict is as follows." Dumbledore said solemnly:

"Peter Pettigrew sentenced to life in Azkaban, Sirius Black... acquitted!"

Everyone applauded, their emotions reached a climax, and they screamed like crazy beasts.

The chains on the chair retracted, and two dementors appeared, taking Pettigrew Peter down.

Blake also stood up, his face and body twisted ferociously and rushed towards Peter, but the iron chains on the chair restrained him, like a wild animal tied by iron chains.

Rove stood up as a witness. After stretching, he picked up the small black suitcase at his feet, prepared to say hello to Dumbledore, and left the Ministry of Magic.

He has to catch a ship to America tonight!

But a hand was on his shoulder.

Fudge leaned over, like Rove's elder, he hugged his shoulder enthusiastically, and said with a smile:

"Come on, Rove, my youngest Mr. Merlin Medal winner, hurry up and meet the reporter with me, I'm waiting for you, you are the absolute protagonist tonight!"

Secretary Fudge dragged Rove into front of dozens of reporters. They held cameras, and every time the flash flashed blindly, puffs of purple smoke would be emitted from the cameras.

"Come on, strike a nice pose, Mr Scamander."

A female reporter with big waves enthusiastically helped Rove with styling. The boy raised his eyebrows and found a contact information stuffed in his hand.

The young witch winked at him.

"..."

After the photo was taken, the interview began, and Umbridge ordered a reporter from the "Daily Prophet".

"Mr. Minister, do you think the Ministry of Magic is directly responsible for this wrongful case? As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic imprisoned Black in Azkaban without a trial."

The reporter's first question was very sharp.

"What is your purpose for asking this question? Who ordered you?" Umbridge hurriedly 'rebuked' loudly: "The press is not a place outside the law. Did you take Gallon from the American wizard?"

"Hey, Dolores, it's okay." Fudge waved his hand generously and asked, "Who was in charge of the Black case back then?"

"Minister, it's..." Umbridge hesitated.

"Say it!"

"Mr. Barty Crouch!"

"Oh, is it Barty?" Fudge shook his head, tut-tsk said: "Don't worry, everyone, I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly, and give an explanation to Mr. Black and the public.

As long as I am Minister for Magic, no bad man will be spared and no good man will be wronged. "

"Anyway, it's still the same sentence!" Minister Fudge waved his hand: "Evil does not overwhelm good, evil does not overwhelm good!"

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(Thanks for the reward from the big guy "Just Love Wailing Water".

The second update, tomorrow... noon. )