This Hogwarts is not normal

Shortly after the relatives of the 12 Muggle victims arrived, Sirius walked into the tenth courtroom surrounded by a group of witches.

The chatter among the wizards disappeared instantly, and the entire courtroom became eerily quiet.

He coldly refused to be accompanied by the witches, and walked alone with heavy steps to the first row where the relatives of the Muggle victims were.

Rita in the corner was writing in her notebook, "John, do you think this is a show arranged by the Ministry of Magic?"

John looked towards Sirius who was bowing and apologizing to the relatives of the Muggle victims.

The regret on his face and the tears in the corners of his eyes didn't seem fake. If this was really an arrangement by the Ministry of Magic, it would be too dark.

"Ms. Skeeter, does Blake need to cooperate with the acting?"

Rita's face full of mockery showed an intriguing smile, "Maintain an attitude of reasonable doubt, so that you can dig out the truth."

The truth of many things is more absurd than reasonable doubt. John nodded again with half-understanding.

Sirius below was indeed apologizing from the bottom of his heart, not because of the arrangements of the Ministry of Magic.

If he hadn't been chasing after him, Peter Pettigrew, who was desperate, wouldn't have used the blasting spell to fake his own death and escape.

"I'm really sorry. It was me...it was me who made you lose your loved ones."

His voice became louder and louder, and the wizards nearby immediately started talking quietly again.

In the eyes of pure-blood wizards, Sirius's apology to the Muggles was tarnishing their reputation.

In the eyes of wizards who are closer to Muggles, his morals and character have surpassed most of the wizards present.

Look at those Muggle relatives who helped him up with tears in their eyes. There are some things that can't be just talked about. Who would really choose to forgive if they don't put in true feelings?

This scene deeply touched John, "Ms. Skeeter, I don't think Black is the kind of person who would cooperate with the arrangements of the Ministry of Magic."

Rita stopped reading, "I still say the same thing, you need to maintain a reasonable attitude of doubt at all times."

Her smile was full of contempt, "Did you forget the previous notification letter? Black definitely reached some agreement with them."

The Ministry of Magic rehabilitated Sirius too quickly, and casting him as a victim to divert attention also required my cooperation.

John lowered his head in thought and suddenly stared straight at Rita, "Ms. Skeeter, do you think it's possible that the Ministry of Magic coerced Black?"

"What kind of coercion?"

He frowned and continued thinking.

Reputation? Sirius is a "pure-blood alien" who dared to run away from home when he was young. He is not the kind of person who cares about reputation at all.

Women? Impossible. Among the witches he rejected coldly just now, some of them were particularly young and beautiful.

Money? As one of the legal heirs of the Black family, he already has more wealth than he can squander in his lifetime.

Power? This is a big question mark.

As for the last item, family…

John looked at Rita again, "I guess it's power, but I have no basis for it."

"enough."

At this time, the Tenth Courtroom became completely silent again.

The two of them looked towards the entrance.

It turns out the last victim has arrived.

Harry followed Dumbledore, flanked by Lupine and McGonagall.

Rita just glanced at them casually, and then focused on the other three people following them from a distance.

Vincent and Hermione walked side by side, Snape's cold eyes kept scanning their backs.

Tsk tsk - It seems like something particularly interesting has happened.

While she was wondering how the two outstanding students were playing tricks on the poor Potions Professor, John's attention was always on Harry.

After all, the rumored savior is just a shy little boy, and it is normal for him to be scared and timid when he comes to a place like the Tenth Judgment Room for the first time.

"Harry!" Sirius walked towards him quickly.

The two hugged gently and returned to the first row again.

John seems to have the answer.

"Miss Skeeter, it's family, and I've found the evidence."

"Family?" Rita looked at Snape and couldn't help but wonder.

John twitched his lips and said, "I'm talking about Black. The Ministry of Magic should be using his family to coerce him."

Only then did Rita react, but she didn't feel embarrassed at all. After thinking briefly, she wrote a line of small words in her notebook.

"John, you can just call me Rita from now on."

I originally wanted to find an assistant for myself, but now it seems I have found a talent.

Sirius is Harry's godfather, and the Ministry of Magic may really use this as coercion.

This is big news!

Her eyes were on the back of Vincent, who was sitting in the third row.

The New Newspaper is still just an idea. If this news is reported, although it can make a name for itself, it may end up like the Prophet Newspaper.

It was shut down right after it was established. No matter how rich her partners were, they couldn't withstand such torture.

When John saw her crossing out a line of small words she had just written in her notebook, he couldn't help but look at it curiously.

"Sirius Black was shamelessly coerced, the Ministry of Magic was completely corrupted, and the Dark Ages are coming..."

His mouth was dry and he swallowed, "Sky-Senior Rita, you really dare to write."

"There's nothing I dare not write." Rita closed the notebook with regret on her face.

"John, would you be interested in interviewing Black with me after the trial is over?"

"have!"

The two discussed the details, and the time soon came to 10 a.m.

Representing the Supreme Wizarding Court, twenty members of the Wizengamot wearing purple robes entered the venue on time.

Most of their faces were covered by hoods, and the huge courtroom was instantly shrouded in solemnity.

"I must go in!" A discordant voice suddenly broke the atmosphere.

The members of the Wizengamot stopped one after another, and the one in front turned around and took off his hood.

He is Fudge.

He looked at the closed door and said, "Let her come in."

The person stopped by the guards was none other than Peter Pettigrew's mother.

Mrs. Peter walked into the courtroom worriedly, holding tightly in her hand the Order of Merlin, First Class, which she had received on behalf of her son.

Under countless angry gazes, she slowly followed the Wizengamot members and came to the first row closest to the iron chair and sat down.

This great maternal love did not work in court, and Peter Pettigrew's end was already doomed.

The small commotion ended, and the tenth courtroom returned to solemnity.

"The court is in session!" As soon as the presiding judge, Amelia Bones, finished speaking, the closed door was opened again.

Peter Pettigrew, who had a pale face and dull eyes, was escorted by two guards and sat on the extremely conspicuous iron chair.

The chains tied him tightly for the first time, getting tighter and tighter. Even though they were deeply embedded in his flesh, his pale and thin face remained unchanged.

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