The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

There was a commotion in the auditorium until Dumbledore knocked on the goblet in front of him.

After everyone calmed down, he said to all the little wizards: "No matter how good the porridge is, it will become unpalatable when it is cooled. Let us enjoy the porridge while it is still warm!"

If the little wizards continue to argue like this, they are destined to attend the first class on an empty stomach.

"Professor, now that the real culprit has been caught, will the dementors be removed?" Fred asked loudly.

After receiving the affirmative answer, the whole auditorium was boiling again.

Although the dementors did not have much impact on the little wizard's life, it was good news for them that the dementors would be removed. After all, the dementors entrenched near Hogwarts are a direct threat to the teachers and students of Hogwarts. It's certainly a good thing that the threat is now removed.

Dumbledore's words could not make the students eat well. Instead, they discussed the Blake case in hushed tones.

News in the magical world rarely changes. But once it reverses, big news will definitely happen. For example, best-selling author Gilderoy Lockhart was actually a liar, and so is today's news.

Some young wizards from wizarding families happily shared the details of the case with their classmates. The parents of several young wizards were the investigators of the case, so some details were particularly true.

"My uncle thought there was going to be a big fight, but when he got there, Blake didn't resist at all. He just stood there, laughing maniacally."

"My dad said the same thing, and the person who was responsible for arresting Black, who do you think he was? It was the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge! He was completely frightened, and it was my dad who reminded him that he remembered An order must be issued to arrest him..."

"Whether you believe it or not, in fact, my mother has always felt that there is something fishy about this case. Peter Pettigrew was not dead, because how could it be possible that only one finger was blown up and no other parts could be found? At that time, she thought that Peter might He's hiding——"

Everyone was talking about it.

"Catch on Saturday, pick up on Sunday, and hold a trial on Tuesday. The Ministry of Magic is really efficient." After reading the report, Hermione learned that Peter Pettigrew's case would be heard in court tomorrow.

"It's a pity that we can't go to the scene." She sighed. She still hopes to see this scumbag who betrayed his friends punished with her own eyes.

"There's nothing interesting to see." Tom didn't care at all about Peter's case. He was more concerned about the next development.

News of the Sirius case was brought to every corner of the British wizarding world by the Daily Prophet's owl messenger, causing an uproar.

Tuesday, Courtroom 7, Ministry of Magic

Dumbledore arrived at the Ministry of Magic early in the morning. At this time, he was sitting on a chair in the front row with a peaceful expression, waiting for the trial to begin. He was wearing a black and blue robe, and behind him sat about fifty wizards wearing purple wizard robes with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on the left chest. These people were members of the Wizengamot jury. .

Across from the Wizengamot Tribunal sat a large group of Ministry of Magic officials wearing black wizarding robes. The seat in the middle of the front row was empty. On the left of that empty seat was Amelia Bones, and on the right was Fudge's confidant Umbridge.

There were hundreds of people sitting in the courtroom, but it was very quiet. Almost no one was talking to each other. There was only the sound of raindrops hitting the skylight - it rained again in London today.

At nine o'clock, Fudge entered the courtroom.

When Fudge's eyes fell on Dumbledore, there was a trace of panic in his eyes, but he quickly hid it.

He sat directly in his seat. After he sat down, a small podium rose in front of him, with a small hammer on it. Fudge picked up a small hammer and pounded the table, and a chair rose from the floor in the middle of the room.

There are several iron chains on the chair, binding Peter Pettigrew tightly on it. Peter seemed to be dozing off, unaware of what was happening to him.

Fudge glanced at a short, fat, bald wizard sitting in the corner. The man immediately understood what Fudge meant. He stood up and walked quickly to Peter Pettigrew and poured a bottle of potion into him.

After taking the potion, Peter suddenly woke up.

"I..." Just as he was about to say something, the wizard next to him quickly cast a spell that stuck his tongue and roof of his mouth together.

Peter could no longer speak, he could only make a whimpering sound.

"Thank you, Horace," Fudge thanked the wizard, and then looked at the wizards present, "Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished members of the Wizengamot jury, today we will conduct a Judgment.”

"A man who was supposed to be dead was resurrected. He fooled the entire magical world. His name is Peter Pettigrew, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class." Fudge stared at Peter Pettigrew with terrifyingly cold eyes.

You bastard, even if you did such a thing, why didn't you run away, why didn't you hide, why did you pop out and cause me trouble? Fudge was full of resentment towards Peter.

He once considered inciting the dementors to give Peter a kiss directly, but he later gave up the idea because Peter and the case behind him were not worth breaking the rules and quarreling with Dumbledore.

Peter had not yet touched upon his fundamental interests.

"Let's begin the trial on December 18," Fudge said in a loud voice, while the stenographer next to him had already begun taking notes.

"The trial of Death Eater Peter Petrew's violation of seventeen laws, including the International Statute of Secrecy." Fudge didn't want to go into any more detail and started the trial directly. As for the interrogation method, it is also very simple and crude: truth serum.

Horace Slughorn, the master of potions invited by Fudge in advance, took out a small bottle of clear liquid - the famous Veritaserum, and poured it into Peter Pettigrew. Peter struggled wildly in his seat, but to no avail.

After being drugged, Peter slumped in a chair with his eyes dull and his cheeks slack.

Fudge began to ask questions.

"Can you hear me?"

Peter whispered, "You can hear me."

Fudge asked a few more simple questions to confirm Peter's true identity and make sure the Veritaserum was indeed working.

"Peter Petrew, I want you to tell us whether James Potter and Lily Potter chose you as their Secret Keeper?" Fudge stared at Peter and asked unhurriedly.

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Today we are going to talk about Basil Fleck, the sixth Minister of the Ministry of Magic. He is the shortest-serving Minister in the wizarding world.

Basil Fleck served as Minister for Magic in 1752.

Basil was the Minister of Magic with the shortest tenure so far, having only served for two months. He resigned after the alliance between goblins and werewolves, which may have been linked to the rebellion that led to the resignation of his predecessor, Albert Butt.