The days of drawing cards at Hogwarts

The auditorium was noisy 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 have not had much impact on the lives of young wizards, it is good news for them that the dementors will be removed. After all, the dementors entrenched near Hogwarts are Hogwarts.

The direct threat from teachers and students. Now that this threat has been removed, it is definitely a good thing.

Dumbledore's words could not make the students eat obediently. On the contrary, they still lowered their voices and discussed the Black case.

News in the wizarding world rarely reverses. But when it does, there must be big news. For example, the best-selling author Gilderoy Lockhart is actually a liar, and today's news is the same.

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 back then, 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 left in the explosion and no other parts could be found? At that time, she thought that Peter might

He's hiding——"

Everyone was discussing it.

"Catch on Saturday, pick up on Sunday, and hold a trial on Tuesday. The efficiency of the Ministry of Magic is really high." 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 wanted to see with her own eyes this scumbag who betrayed his friends was punished.

"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 face, waiting for the trial to begin. He was wearing a black and blue robe, and sat behind him

About fifty wizards wearing purple-red wizard robes with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on the left chest are members of the Wizengamot jury.

Opposite the Wizengamot Tribunal sat a large group of Ministry of Magic officials wearing black wizard robes. The middle seat in the front row was empty. On the left of that empty seat was Amelia Bones, and on the right were Fudge's cronies.

Umbridge.

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

At nine o'clock, Fudge walked into the courtroom.

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

He sat directly on his seat. After he sat down, a small podium rose in front of him, and there was a small hammer on the podium. Fudge picked up the small hammer and pounded the table, and a chair appeared from the center of the room.

The floor in the middle rises.

There were 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, got 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 and 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 have 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 trouble for me? 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 breaking up with Dumbledore.

Peter has 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 the Death Eater Peter Petru's violation of seventeen laws, including the International Statute of Secrecy." Fudge didn't want to go on and started the trial directly. As for the interrogation method, it was also very simple and crude: truth-telling.

agent.

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 crazily in his seat.

, but to no avail.

After being drugged, Peter's eyes were dull, his cheeks were slack and he sat slumped in the chair.

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 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.