This Hogwarts is not normal

How unpopular is the search spell?

Some of the pure-blood gentlemen who were listening had never even heard of it, let alone the complete spell.

The only wizards present who knew and could successfully perform it were Dumbledore and Vincent.

But it was a very unfortunate coincidence that both of them knew Sirius and had a close friendship.

According to normal judicial procedures, this kind of evidence should not be sufficient as a reference.

But today's trial is a show, a show for the Ministry of Magic to gather people's hearts.

What's more, the laws of the wizarding world are full of confusion and loopholes, and are only slightly better than those in the Middle Ages where convictions could be achieved through verbal accusations alone.

So Vincent and Dumbledore cast search spells on Sirius and Peter Pettigrew respectively.

All wizards only felt a strong wave of magic, and then nothing happened.

The results were also announced by two people. As for whether there was fraud, the indignant people would not investigate, they would only believe that it was true.

If the Ministry of Magic had a script, the entire trial process would have been exactly as written by now.

All the evidence and witness testimonies have been submitted, and the presiding judge adjourned the trial and joined the jury's discussion.

There was no fierce argument, just indifferent words between you and me.

As time went by, Mrs. Peter's already restless heart sank to the bottom of the cold lake.

During the entire trial, no one spoke up to refute the evidence, and she finally understood that this was a show arranged by the Ministry of Magic.

"me……"

A voice came from the silent court.

Mrs. Peter plucked up the courage and stood up, "I...I want to defend my son."

Fudge, who was on the jury, exchanged a few words with Bones in a low voice.

In order to reflect the impartiality of the Ministry of Magic, Mrs. Peter certainly has the right to defend her son.

"I refuse!" However, Peter Pettigrew's first speech was to refuse his mother's request.

"Child, you..."

"It's no use, Mom."

Mrs. Peter clutched the medal tightly in her hand.

Yes, it's useless.

Her son was not only an accomplice in killing the Potters, but also the real culprit in the indiscriminate killing of 12 innocent Muggles.

But no matter how slim the chance was, she was willing to try.

"My child, you can't give up. Even if fate has decided your life or death, you should still try to resist."

Peter Pettigrew's dull eyes seemed to regain some brightness, but soon became completely dim again.

It was already too late. Whether it was the night when he faced Voldemort 12 years ago or the current script with only an ending left, no matter how hard he resisted, it would be in vain.

"Child, listen to me, I can definitely..."

"Stop talking, mother." Peter Pettigrew's voice was trembling,

"They won't expect me to repent, and they won't give me a chance, never..."

"Opportunities must be fought for by yourself. If you give up, there will really be no one to save you——"

"Stop talking!" Peter Pettigrew roared hysterically, and the chains that bound him tightened immediately.

"Look at the people here! Every one of them wants me to die right now!"

Mrs. Peter's face turned pale and she let go of the medal she had been holding tightly.

She knew that her child had a weak character and would not have the courage to resist fate.

If there had been, the Potters would not have been betrayed 12 years ago.

She looked towards the people in the courtroom, and the indifferent faces were deeply imprinted in her mind.

"Dear...Dear judge and jury, I...I don't want to defend my son anymore..."

Mrs. Peter is a great mother, and many people look at her with admiration.

There were also many people who sympathized with her, but most of them laughed at her in a lively manner.

After all, the presiding judge and jury were professionals, including Fudge and Umbridge, and none of their extremely serious faces showed any emotion.

Five minutes later, Bones returned to the judge's bench.

She looked at Peter Pettigrew, who had regained his composure, and pronounced the verdict expressionlessly.

"The jury unanimously found the prisoner Peter Pettigrew guilty of indirect homicide and intentional homicide.

And because he caused very heavy losses to the Muggle world during his escape and seriously violated the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy, it was unanimously decided to give him the maximum penalty."

Mrs. Peter once again clenched the medal in her hand.

She still hopes for a miracle to happen, no matter how far away or slim it is.

"The prisoner Peter Pettigrew has committed an unforgivable crime and has had an extremely bad impact on the wizarding world and Muggle society. In accordance with the will of the Supreme Wizarding Court, he is sentenced to death in accordance with the law."

Bones's words were like a heavy hammer hitting Mrs. Peter's heart.

She shed tears and looked at the numb face of the iron chair.

At this moment, her world collapsed again.

Countless cheers suddenly erupted in the Tenth Courtroom.

"Okay! This bastard deserves to die!"

"The world is fair, respect the great law!"

"I want to see him die with my own eyes!"

Mrs. Peter collapsed completely, fell from her chair and knelt on the ground crying.

Peter Pettigrew's eyes changed, but soon returned to a numb state.

"Pah!" A rotten egg flew from the auditorium and hit him on the head.

Even if it's not a big feces egg, the smell that spreads instantly still makes people feel uncomfortable.

Before the court guards could react, rotten fruits and vegetables were smashed down one after another.

The fact that so many wizards have escaped the Ministry of Magic's inspection seems to have been negotiated in advance.

While the guards were on their way, Mrs. Peter had already climbed over the gallery and ran to the iron chair.

She hugged Peter Pettigrew tightly to block the falling objects.

"Kid, don't be afraid, I will always be with you."

Peter Pettigrew seemed to be touched, and hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The guards quickly controlled the wizards, and neither the presiding judge nor the jury seemed to have any intention of pursuing them, and only gave a not-so-severe warning.

After all, the court is a court, not a place where you can act arbitrarily.

Vincent patted Hermione who was looking at the mother and son below.

Compared with Bones, who is also a woman, she is still easily soft-hearted now.

"Should I...shouldn't I sympathize with them?"

"It's so easy for law and morality to conflict. It's okay to encounter this kind of situation. There will only be more times that are more difficult than this."

Hermione's eyes became extremely firm, "I know, so I must stick to the bottom line."

Sympathy for Mrs. Peter does not mean sympathy for Peter Pettigrew, not to mention that the outcome of this trial has already been determined.

The riot was completely quelled, but the discussion continued.

The Ministry of Magic's decision to expand the Tenth Judgment Chamber was very prescient. At least those things thrown at the bottom did not hit the wrong place.

After Bones announced his resignation, many wizards still remained.

She had no choice but to ask the guards to take the mother and son away, and then they left the courtroom one after another.

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