Harry Potter Reborn

Cornelius Fudge began to feel uneasy.

Because Dumbledore said nothing and did nothing.

This is definitely not his style.

He was originally prepared for Dumbledore to yell angrily, but it didn't go as he expected.

The courtroom was buzzing...

The discussion became louder and louder.

Just like in a Muggle school, if the teacher doesn't stop it, a small comment can trigger a tsunami in the class.

"Have you all finished discussing it? Are you ready to convict him? Continue to be imprisoned in Hogwarts? Or let the dementors give Sirius a kiss and fully understand his 'sinful' life?"

Dumbledore said in a cold tone.

Many people have never seen Dumbledore like this. His eyes were shining coldly, and the room was so cold that even the flames of the torches seemed to be frozen.

Dumbledore's deep voice rang in everyone's ears like thunder.

He looked at Fudge with cold and emotionless eyes, and at the members of the Wizengamot who had just agreed that Sirius was guilty, and said unhurriedly: "Peter Wormtail is here, and everyone is ignoring him. He and

Sirius Black has been under the custody of the Ministry of Magic for dozens of days. Is he just entertaining him with good food and drinks? No questions asked?"

"Fudge!" Dumbledore called Cornelius Fudge by his first name.

Minister Fudge shrank back, but felt that he was acting too cowardly, so he straightened his chest and looked directly at Dumbledore.

"You asked so many suspicious questions, why don't you just ask the key questions?"

"Why don't you ask them both who is the secret keeper of Lily James' Fidelity Charm?"

"Why not ask, did Sirius Black defect to Voldemort?"

"Why don't you ask who is the betrayer who leaked information and killed his comrades?"

"Why don't you ask, were those thirteen Muggles affected by the battle, or were they deliberately murdered?"

Silence, deathly silence!

"Ah, this..." Minister Fudge was sweating profusely. He sat in his seat and twisted his fat body uneasily.

Some members of the Wizengamot wizards looked at Dumbledore in fear. Even in the dark, his face looked so pale.

A sharp voice like a mouse cried out: "It's me, it's all me."

Wormtail Peter was imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic. He had been suffering for dozens of days and was in constant panic.

Now that it was time for the verdict, he could no longer see any hope. It would be even more painful for him to hold on to a glimmer of hope of escape.

He finally couldn't stand it any longer. He would rather convict him immediately than be hung like this again, as if there was an invisible rope around his neck that could be tightened at any time.

So he raised his head, revealing the look of a sharp beak and rat cheeks. His eyes were sunken and red. He hadn't had a peaceful sleep in an unknown amount of time.

He yelled like a madman: "It's me! I'm James's secret keeper! It's me who told the Dark Lord! I'm the traitor among the Aurors! I betrayed the information of the wizards who resisted Voldemort! I

Use magic to blow up those weak Muggles! But am I wrong? It's not because you want to resist the Dark Lord! Why do you want to resist the Dark Lord! Wouldn't it be better to kneel in front of the Dark Lord and lick his shoes like me!

If you don’t resist, many wizards will not die at all! So you all deserve to die!!”

After speaking on the phone, Wormtail Peter gasped for air.

In the courtroom, the ministers or spokespersons of the Ministry of Magic from all over the world opened their mouths and fell into a daze.

Harry commented: "Bad taste."

But when I think about the time when the woman Rita Skeeter knelt in front of me and kissed the toe of her shoe, I didn't seem to be so disgusted...

Then Harry got to know himself better. It turned out that what he hated was not that wizards were willing to be dogs, but what he hated was that the wizards were not his own dogs.

The short gray-haired witch sitting above is Amelia Bones, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

She clutched her chest, feeling excited and unable to calm down.

She has been the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for more than ten years. She has seen all kinds of wizards and cases large and small, but this is the first time she has seen someone like Peter Wormtail.

She exhaled slowly, with a sound like a bell, and solemnly said: "The truth is very clear."

"Now, the jury will begin its verdict. If you agree that Peter Wormtail is guilty, please raise your hands."

"brush!"

All members of the Wizengamot raised their hands without missing a beat.

Even if there are people inside who are dissatisfied with Dumbledore, in the face of this obvious fact, they dare not make trouble, otherwise they are afraid of being sprayed to death by others. Not only must they be lifted, but they must be lifted high.

Dumbledore silently took note of the wizards who performed particularly well at this time.

"Okay, put it down. Now for the verdict, if you agree that Sirius Black is innocent, please raise your hands."

Not surprisingly, it was passed unanimously.

Fudge's face was gloomy, but he couldn't compare to Barty Crouch beside Harry. You know, thirteen years ago, it was he who ordered Sirius Black to be imprisoned in Azkaban without having to be tried.

Now that the case has been overturned, this is a major stain on his political performance. It is estimated that his current position as Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation will not be retained.

The matter is not over yet.

I thought that the matter would be over after Wormtail Peter was sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, but Dumbledore still had something to say.

"I think...Sirius Black has been so wronged and lost his freedom for more than ten years. What is even more unimaginable is that there is Azkaban, which makes all wizard prisoners talk about it."

"This is the mistake of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. This is the mistake of the British Ministry of Magic. Compensation must be made!" Dumbledore said what Harry taught him before he came.

Is it possible to just say acquittal and be done with it?

No wizard would have thought that Dumbledore would actually talk about the issue of compensation, but then he thought about it, that was Azkaban, and if there was no compensation, then the law would be a joke.

"What do you think is appropriate?" Amelia Bones asked.

"Well... the Ministry of Magic needs to allocate 8.35 million Galleons for Sirius Black's mental damages."

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

So scary!

The more than two hundred wizards in the audience couldn't help but gasped the moment they heard this number!

The air in the courtroom was suddenly sucked out.

All the torches were put out.

"Fluorescence."

"Fluorescence."

There was a sound of such chanting.

The wizards held up their wands one after another, and the light was much brighter than torches.

More than two hundred incandescent lamps illuminate every detail of the room.

The number Dumbledore said was still echoing in the hearts of all wizards. It was too scary and terrifying.

"You are crazy!" screamed a voice that was shriller and thinner than Wormtail Peter.

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