The card draw starts in Azkaban

Duwei watched these people quarreling indifferently. In the first Flint family - now Slytherin Academy, Flint, the direct family member of Quidditch captain Flint, one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families.

Sir, after the living old wizard spoke, the entire trial hall was as noisy as an owl shop, with the smell of gunpowder everywhere!

His questions were like artillery signals declaring war.

After he finished speaking, the old wizards of the Wizengamot began to attack. They verbally attacked Dumbledore. As the person in charge, Ms. Bernsch did not speak. She frowned and looked at the people in front of her and stood up.

The old wizard signaled Scrimgeour with his eyes to pay attention to the movements of these people at all times.

Fighting during quarrels is an old tradition of the British Ministry of Magic. Just a few decades ago, some wizards with strong martial arts were so involved in quarrels that they would sometimes take out their wands to fight.

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There have been fewer such scenes in recent years, but they may not never happen.

Facing the aggressive questioning from these old wizards of the Wizengamot, Dumbledore was not angry.

He picked a few key points to answer.

It's a pity that these old wizards don't know what's good and bad, and there is even a trace of personal grudges in their words that shouldn't be there.

Even Bernsch couldn't stand listening.

They went through the process, and Ms. Bernsch banged her gavel to stop the farce!

"Okay, since none of you can convince the other, then, let's move on to the next procedure.

Call Peter Pettigrew to come in for questioning."

Ms. Bernsch said in a louder voice.

"Okay, ma'am."

Dumbledore said easily.

He looked as usual, as if the verbal exchange just now did not stir up any disturbance in his heart.

He looked extremely calm.

Compared to those old wizards whose blood pressure increased due to quarrels, Dumbledore was much more calm.

He put his hands down in front of him and stared at the open door.

The door opened, and Peter Pettigrew was tremblingly brought in by Scrimgeour. His body was filled with all kinds of magic props, and even many potions were forcefully poured into his mouth to ensure that he was safe in Wizenga.

When you are in Mo's Tribunal, you cannot harm the people here.

Dumbledore watched the trembling man walk in.

Later, Sirius was escorted in and walked in.

Ms. Bernsch's frown became even tighter.

She felt that what happened today was a bit messy.

"This is not the debate and cross-examination session. Gentlemen, please send Mr. Sirius out now."

Ms. Bernsch said majestically.

"No, Ms. Bernsch."

Scrimgeour seemed a little embarrassed to speak. He glanced at everyone present and said: "There is something wrong at the scene, Ms. Bernsch. We need to bring them all to the scene for debate."

"There was a mistake? What kind of mistake can cause you to ignore court discipline?

Mr. Scrimgeour, I want you to give me a reason.

Can you give me your reasons?"

Ms. Bernsch said majestically, Dumbledore looked thoughtful when he saw this.

He seemed to understand something.

Glancing casually at the trial seat, he saw some people on the trial seat showing undisguised mockery of the situation in front of them.

Based on Dumbledore's understanding of these wizards, if they really wanted to cover up something, there was no doubt that they could cover it up perfectly.

These people are the true masters of hypocrisy.

But looking at it now, the expressions on their faces actually show that they feel that they have a chance to win, and they don't want to hide it at all.

Dumbledore was not surprised by this.

He even smiled a little.

The old nobles who looked at it were a little strange.

Dumbledore, what is he laughing at?

Observing the abnormality of Peter Pettigrew, Duwei also sneered.

"The eternal means."

He leaned back and leaned on the old lady's leg behind him. Mrs. Grisilda Markbans looked at the bad old man in front of her with disgust, leaned down and said, "You're pressing on my leg."

Already."

Du Wei had no reaction.

It was as if he didn't hear it.

The old lady patted the person in front of her on the shoulder angrily. It seemed that if Du Wei didn't give her an explanation, she would have an attack.

But at this time, a funny scene occurred at the court hearing, which quickly attracted the old lady's attention.

On the field, Peter Pettigrew rebelled on the spot. He took advantage of Ms. Bernsch's opportunity to ask him to speak and screamed: "I, I have something to say, I have something to say here.

I need the Wizengamot to keep my life safe, I'm being coerced, I'm being coerced by someone else!"

Dumbledore watched this scene with interest.

He looked at Peter Pettigrew with fear at first, then quickly glanced at the Wizengamot trial seat, and then he screamed: "Dumbledore, it's Dumbledore!

All this is Dumbledore's conspiracy, he forced me to confess! I am innocent, I really am innocent, and I have evidence to prove these things.

It was he who told me that if I didn’t plead guilty, he would use his magical magic to make my life worse than death!

I was so scared that I lied!"

"What did you say?"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and even Ms. Bernsch subconsciously opened her eyes when she heard Peter Pettigrew's serious accusation.

Even if Scrimgeour had expected it, he shuddered when he heard this.

Sirius exploded completely, and his roar was like a big dog threatening people.

"You're lying! Peter Pettigrew, how dare you, how dare you!"

He shook off the Auror beside him and rushed over.

Scrimgeour was well prepared. He rushed over and grabbed Sirius Black who was about to rush over and crush Peter Pettigrew to death, forcing him to calm down.

Black seemed to be going crazy, baring his teeth and claws to break through Scrimgeour's defense and hurt Peter Pettigrew.

Because of his anger, his saliva spit out.

Blood vessels protruded from his skin.

His face turned red.

It looks extremely scary.

However, Blake had no idea about this, he was just shouting angrily!

"Liar, you're lying, you despicable guy! You're lying!"

He pointed at Peter Pettigrew and shouted angrily that Ms. Bernsch had to bang the gavel again.

"Keep quiet."

Scrimgeour stuck to Sirius' side and said to him: "Calm down, calm down, Sirius, calm down, otherwise, I will use magic."

Sirius finally calmed down. He glanced at Dumbledore subconsciously and found that Dumbledore was not surprised by this.

"It's a small trick with nothing new, which really disappoints me."

At the trial seat, Du Wei said softly that he thought that the magic world would play in a more advanced and fancy way when playing such dirty things.

But I didn't expect that these people, playing around, would only use the same methods.

They just drag the strong into their own rules of the game, use the rules of the game that they are familiar with, restrain a strong, force a strong to play with them in the same game, and use the rules that are beneficial to them to win.

victory.

In other words, as long as Dumbledore doesn't want to directly break his face and overturn the table, he can only play with them within the rules of the game set by these old nobles.

Obviously, according to their game rules, even Dumbledore cannot beat these people.

Because Dumbledore, there is only one person.

The old wizards in front of them are almost a team. The Wizengamot determines whether something is true. The procedure is a show of hands.

In other words, whoever has more has the final say.

What happened next was like a funny mime. Du Wei opened his mouth wide and let out a boring yawn, watching the development of the plot and the clown's performance.

He watched the people present constantly distinguishing each other, watched Sirius furious but was helpless, watched Scrimgeour feel aggrieved but helplessly stopped Sirius, and watched Dumbledore stare at Peter Pettigrew, not saying anything.

Show special anger.

Everything seemed to be on an accelerator, and everything in front of him was constantly changing. But for Du Wei, the noise and changes around him had nothing to do with him.

He just found it boring, funny and pitiful.

It wasn't until Ms. Bernsch knocked down the gavel again that Duwei came back to his senses.

"Okay, let's vote now and agree with what Mr. Peter Pettigrew said. He was coerced by Sirius and suffered..."

Even Ms. Bernsch felt a little ashamed when she talked about this situation. She was not a fool. She could see that there were too many tricks in it, so much that she couldn't stand it anymore.

But she can't break the program either.

She could only follow the procedure.

After all, she is the person in charge of this trial.

Procedural justice.

"...those who have been coerced by Albus Dumbledore into perjury, raise your hands."

Ms. Bernsch said with difficulty.

The old nobles raised their hands without hesitation, and they all looked at each other. Dumbledore glanced at them casually and knew that today's battle had failed as he expected.

Even if all the remaining wizards were to favor Dumbledore, it would be of no use.

The gap is too big.

This time, these Wizengamot wizards are also particular about the people they invite.

The largest number of people here today are old nobles.

There are not many people who prefer Dumbledore in the Wizengamot.

After they did a little bit of manipulation, there were even fewer people coming today.

Duwei knew all this, and Dumbledore also knew it at the beginning. The only difference was that Dumbledore knew what these people were like, so he expected it.

Du Wei knew their list before they convened the wizard group.

After all, it was Duwei himself who threw the owl from the Ministry of Magic.

Du Wei looked at the palms that were brushing together and stretched out his own hand tremblingly.

The moment he raised his palm, he received a blank look from the old lady behind him.

He was pushed away by the old lady.

"A bunch of heartless worms."

The old lady yelled angrily.

Ms. Bernsch took a deep breath, glanced at the people around her, and then said: "Next, if you agree with what Mr. Sirius Black said, please raise your hands."

She raised her hand first, Dumbledore also raised his hand, and two of Dumbledore's close friends behind Duwei also raised their hands.

A few scattered wizards raised their hands.

Unfortunately, the number of people is too small.

The outcome is decided.

Although Sirius still has the possibility of appeal.

But what's the use?

In today's trial, they are all on stage and off stage. What can Dumbledore do?

Moreover, today, more troublesome things are yet to come. After Sirius comes in from here, those people have no hope that Sirius will come back alive.

This is a period of power vacuum in the Ministry of Magic. The previous Minister Fudge took the blame and resigned, and the candidate for the next Minister is still being selected.

There is no better time to take action than at this time.

Everyone is ready to annihilate history today.

It was at this time.

The old wizard played by Du Wei stood up tremblingly, holding the civilized staff and walking toward the gate with a "click-click" sound.

"Sir," Ms. Bernsch saw Du Wei and asked loudly, "This is the trial period. Please sit down."

Du Wei turned his head, revealing a skull-like face.

He smiled and said: "I'm going to the toilet."

He glanced at all these wizards and saw Dumbledore's interested face.

"I'm just too old."

Du Wei said with a normal expression, "I really can't hold it in any longer."