The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"Trial Peter Pettigrew at Hogwarts?" Fudge was stunned for a moment, "Why?"

After Fudge met Dumbledore, he learned this seemingly ridiculous idea from Dumbledore before they even had a few words of conversation.

He really couldn't understand why Dumbledore did this. There is no doubt that this is against the rules. The trials of prisoners have always been conducted in the Ministry of Magic. How could there be any reason to go to school to interrogate prisoners? Could it be that Dumbledore wanted to be in the limelight and usurp the power of the Ministry of Magic? This thought came to Fudge's mind, but he quickly dismissed it - Dumbledore was not such a person.

"Because I think this is very meaningful. Most of the little wizards who go to school at Hogwarts have never seen a real court and trial. If this trial can be held at Hogwarts, it can broaden their horizons." Vision. Peter's confession can also teach them a lesson." Dumbledore said slowly.

Fudge frowned. He felt that what Dumbledore said was reasonable, but he just didn't want to hold this trial in Hogwarts.

This is the instinct of powerful creatures.

But now Dumbledore has the initiative: he caught the person, he investigated the facts of the case clearly, and even the prisoner Peter is firmly in his hands. Having achieved this level, Fudge should logically comply with Dumbledore's small request - if he still wanted to lose face.

But the difference between politicians and ordinary people is that they are really thick-skinned.

Fudge is the politician. So he said shamelessly: "The idea is good, but I am a little worried about the remnants of the mysterious man. Some people escaped from trial back then. I don't know how they will react when they hear the news. We should take precautions in advance."

Fudge was sincere and seemed to really care about the teachers and students of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore stared at Fudge for a moment. Fudge felt guilty when he saw it. Just when he was about to say a few more words of defense, Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, that's all thanks to you."

Fudge cheered up.

"How will Peter be punished?"

Faced with this question, Fudge thought for a moment, "According to the law, he will be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban. If the jury has no opinion, this will be the punishment."

The fixed punishment in the wizarding world is life imprisonment in Azkaban, and very few prisoners are sentenced to death. As for the Dementor's kiss, only Sirius, a vicious prisoner who escaped from Azkaban, could get it.

"Well, I'm afraid Sirius will be disappointed. He really wants to kill Peter." Dumbledore sighed, "Go to the school hospital and take Peter away."

"I will restore Black's innocence as soon as possible." Fudge pretended not to hear the first half of the sentence, said goodbye to Dumbledore and left his office.

When Fudge and Dumbledore were done talking, Tom and Bones also ended their conversation. ·

"Madam, you can rest assured that Fudge cannot disobey the general trend." Tom put the drained wine glass back on the table with a layer of dirt and said to Bones.

Even though he knew that the mysterious young man opposite was trying to comfort himself, Bones still felt that these words were a bit harsh, as if Dumbledore, who was hiding behind the scenes, could replace the Minister of Magic with just a few clicks of his fingers.

"I hope so, but Fudge won't be able to solve it that easily." She replied firmly.

"Then wait and see what happens, but don't miss the opportunity. It's time you start contacting your supporters."

"Okay." Bones ended the conversation. She left the untouched Fire Phoenix cocktail on the table, stood up and left.

Early the next morning, the little wizards gathered in the auditorium as usual and enjoyed a sumptuous dinner. At this time, a large group of owls flew in and delivered letters from family members and newspapers and magazines ordered by students.

Hermione put down the fork in her hand and looked at Wuyang Wuyang's group of owls with some envy. Her parents never took the initiative to send her a letter. She always wrote the letter first, and then the Grangers asked the owl to bring the letter back.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't get mail. She subscribes to the Daily Prophet and other wizarding periodicals.

Today, a corn-colored owl landed on her plate with a freshly baked copy of the Daily Prophet, almost knocking over her cereal.

The owls during breakfast at Hogwarts do cause quite a problem for students: feathers flying in the sky, excrement falling from the sky, and owls gliding and landing like bombers can easily ruin your breakfast.

Hermione put a Knut in the pouch on the owl's foot and successfully obtained her newspaper. Many little wizards like her also received the newspapers they ordered and read them while eating.

Then they froze. The newspaper's front page headline read:

[The former hero is actually the culprit? Sirius Black is exonerated! 】

The accompanying picture is the photo of Blake roaring hysterically, but this time there is a photo of a boy with a shy smile in the lower right corner - an image from Peter Pettigrew's school days.

The newspaper also had a subtitle: Sir Merlin is suspected of depriving Sir Peter Pettigrew of the Order of Merlin, First Class.

News headlines like this are enough to make their jaws drop. There was a crackling sound in the auditorium - this was the sound of the knives and forks in the hands of the little wizards falling on the dining table.

"How is this possible!" This sentence echoed in countless people's mouths.

It can be said that except for the person involved that day, no one in the entire auditorium was not surprised. It can be seen that everyone present that day was tight-lipped, and even some professors did not know about it.

Hagrid, who was sitting on the edge of the staff chair, had tears in his eyes. He took out a towel-sized handkerchief, blew his nose, and sounded like a trumpet. But people like the deans, Harry, Ron, Tom, Hermione, and Percy are still very calm.

Professor Flitwick was busy spreading butter on the bread, and Newt, who was sitting next to him, was doing the same. Professor Sprout raised the newspaper, walked over to his best friend Professor McGonagall and said something, and Snape's entire face turned livid.

For Snape, this was a bolt from the blue! The guy he hated the most back then was about to be cleared. How could he not be angry about this? His source of joy during this period was imagining that he could catch Black with his own hands and bring him headfirst to the Dementors. Now the happiness is gone!

The few informed little wizards in the audience were not unusual. They just felt that the news from the Daily Prophet was really well-informed.

"It's about to begin..." Tom murmured in a voice that only he could hear, and then silently protected his plate to prevent it from being tampered with by an owl without eyes.

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