London time, 10 a.m.

The sky is the most common haze in the Scottish Highlands, like a cloud that hangs over the wizarding world.

As the last member of the Wizengamot arrived at Hogwarts, the terrain on the Quidditch field began to change, and an iron chair appeared out of thin air on the ground in the center, with two iron chains wrapped around the armrests on either side of the chair.

Directly in front of the chair, what should have been a Quidditch goalpost has been transformed into a semi-circular judgment table made of metal and stone, with stepped seats rising up and surrounding the chair.

At this time, more than fifty members of the Wizengamot court, dressed in fuchsia robes and embroidered with a delicate silver "W" (the initials of Wizengamot) on their left chest, sat in the rows of rising benches, most of them whispering with gloomy faces.

In the center of the metal and stone chamber sat Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in the wizarding world today, the chief magician of the Wizengamot, while on either side of him sat Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom, and Amelia Bones, the director of the Law Enforcement Division.

In addition, the velvety flat field was crowded with reporters from all the major and unknown newspapers and magazines in the wizarding world, and the Aurors formed a cordon to stop the crowd, always on the lookout for any accidents that might affect the public trial.

Further on the outskirts of the Wizengamot members, Ministry of Magic Aurors, and media reporters, tens of thousands of wizards from all over the wizarding world sat in the high stands of the Quidditch pitch, looking for seats while waiting for the public trial to begin.

Many adult wizards had already found their children at this time, and the family sat together and chatted.

Even though the family suffered terrible financial losses, most adult wizards still controlled their emotions when facing their children, temporarily suppressed the sorrow in their hearts, and whispered about the children's situation at school.

After the expansion of the magical transformation, the current Hogwarts Quidditch Stadium has been transformed into a stepped upward arrangement of spectator seats similar to non-wizarding football fields, with a clear view of what is happening below.

In fact, if it weren't for the tight schedule, Elena originally planned to try to levitate two magic screens above the audience stage to broadcast all the movements of the judgment seat and the defendant's bench below in real time, but unfortunately it was collectively rejected by Dumbledore and Grindelwald on the grounds of "bells and whistles, difficult to implement, and of little practical significance".

"Professor Dumbledore, may I ask ......" Bones glanced at the empty judgment chair, "where's Peter Pettigrew?"

"He is now under the watchful eye of Professor Otto Apokalis, Professor Severus Snape, Mr. Rubeus Hagrid, and others, awaiting the beginning of the public trial—you have entered too confusing to appear too early. ”

"So, Professor Dumbledore, can we get started?" asked Cornelius Fudge impatiently.

"You're the Minister of Magic, it's up to you, Connelly, of course. Dumbledore said with a gentle smile.

The three wizards on the judgment table exchanged glances and nodded, drawing their wands and pointing them at their throats.

"Loud voice!" "Loud voice!" "Loud voice!"

Immediately afterward, the voices of the three of them resounded like thunder, instantly resounding throughout the entire Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch, echoing in the air, loud and clear to every corner of the surrounding stands.

An unprecedented public trial in the British wizarding world has finally officially kicked off under the gaze of tens of thousands of wizards.

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"Gentlemen and ladies...... This is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. ”

Albus Dumbledore stood up, his voice as gentle as ever, but the familiar smile did not appear on the old man's face again, and the old wizard's expression was calm, and there was not much joy or anger to be seen.

After a slight pause, Dumbledore's gaze slid over the unfamiliar faces around him, and he said in a deep voice.

"Ah, yes, I saw many familiar faces, I remember what you were like at Hogwarts, and as the Headmaster of Hogwarts, how I wish I could say as usual how glad to see everyone back in school...... Unfortunately, as we all know, today is not destined to be a pleasant party. ”

"More than ten years ago, when Voldemort was at his most powerful, many wizards chose to join the Dark Devil to become Death Eaters, and did many terrible things with Voldemort...... It was terrifying, and countless wizarding families were torn apart as a result. ”

With Dumbledore's voice, the entire Quidditch court seemed to suddenly blow a cold wind, and many wizards subconsciously shivered, after many years, the shadow behind the name "Voldemort" still has not completely disappeared from the wizarding world.

Dumbledore's gentle, powerful gaze gently swept over Cornelius Fudge, who seemed to want to say something, shook his head almost inaudibly, and then raised his voice slightly, and continued.

"But, with Voldemort falling, I am glad to see that the Ministry of Magic has quickly regained control and restored order to the wizarding world, and I, we once thought that all the impunity, extremely vicious Death Eaters had been captured by us, and that Voldemort's stubborn followers had all been killed or sent to Azkaban, and that we could leave the past behind and start a new life...... However, I was wrong. ”

"In the long struggle, many excellent Aurors and kind people have paid for their lives, their futures, and their health. I've been saying that we need to learn to forget about hatred, pain, and keep looking ahead, but these heroes shouldn't be forgotten. For a long time, we only remembered to celebrate the aftermath of our lives, but we forgot their names......"

"Actually, they're the ones who should be here the most at this time, but it's a pity they're always late......"

Dumbledore raised his wand and waved it above his head.

"Benji Fenwick, Fabian Wipter, Caladock Dearborn, Gideon Wipter, ......"

With his voice, golden names and pale golden witch heads poured out from the tip of Dumbledore's wand and floated above the field, as if those wizards who had fought on the front line had reappeared here.

The whole venue was quiet and solemn, and all the wizards subconsciously slowed their breathing, silently watching the names floating in the sky, the names they knew or didn't recognize, and the lines below each person lined up with their contributions and sacrifices.

"Brother......

Mrs. Weasley grabbed her husband and subconsciously covered her mouth and let out a whimper.

And Arthur Weasley, who was on the side, had already taken off his glasses at this time and kept rubbing his eyes, most of them he knew, all of them were members of the Order of the Phoenix who died in the First Wizarding War, but he didn't expect Dumbledore to remember.

Ten years ago, on the night of the fall of the mysterious man, all the wizards were busy celebrating the victory, and almost no one cared about the names of those who died for it. In the long years that followed, all the archives were sealed one after another, even if the Medal of Honor was awarded, it was done quietly on a small scale, and almost no one paid attention to the names of these heroes.

The only people remember are Harry Potter, the "boy who never died", and Albus Dumbledore.

The Weasley boys gathered around them, looking at their parents, who had never shown such sad expressions, as they looked up at the names in the sky, silently remembering their sacrifices underneath each name.

Slowly, the speed at which names appear in the sky gradually begins to slow down.

From the very beginning, to sporadic appearances, everyone present already knew at this time that it was not because Voldemort suddenly became kind, but because of continuous sacrifices, the power of the dark devils gradually began to decline.

The wizards looked silently at the date beneath the name, as if waiting for the dawn to come, and Elena sighed softly and patted the shoulder of the boy who was sitting beside her, desperately looking up at the sky.

“...... Marlene McKinnon, James Potter, Lily Potter, ......"

Almost instantly, everyone's eyes seemed to converge on the green-eyed, dark-haired bespectacled boy's face, but Harry was in no mood to pay attention to people's gaze.

Harry Potter desperately kept his eyes open, trying not to let the tears in his eyes blur his vision, looking at his parents hungrily, remembering every word that appeared under his parents' names, and a strong pain and pride in his heart. It was the first time in his life that he had seen his family, and it was vague and so far away, if he could have a broomstick......

Just then, Harry heard a whimper like a wounded beast.

Harry Potter subconsciously turned his head, only to see Neville Longbottom, who was usually the most sluggish performer in class, standing on the edge of the stands at some point, holding on to the railing with both hands, and looking up at the name in the sky.

Beside him, a gray-haired old witch wrapped her withered, talon-like hand around Neville's shoulders and held him in her arms—Mr. Weasley had just introduced him, and this was Neville's grandmother, Mrs. Longbottom, with whom he had always lived.

However, these are not easy times for Longbottom's grandchildren.

Just when everyone thought it was about to end, behind the names of the Potters and their names, the names and appearances of two young witches and wizards poured out again, and they flew into the sky alongside James Potter and Lily Potter.

“...... Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom......"

"There are tragedies that shouldn't have happened...... In fact, before that, there was a clue that gave me the opportunity to stop all this, and even more tragedies...... However, because of arrogance and anger, I made unforgivable mistakes. ”

Dumbledore raised his head, looked at the names and avatars floating in the sky, and said in a complicated tone.

"If it had been a few days ago, there might have been one more name in it...... It's just that now his position has changed a little, and he has fallen from the sky to the ground. The only fortunate thing is that there will not be another name that will rise because of him. ”

The old wizard slowly moved his gaze, and his gaze fell on the judgment chair in front of him, which was tied with iron chains, and his expression was a little terrifying.

"In the presence of the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, of all the wizards who are alive and dead, of the past, of the present, of the future, accept this belated judgment - Peter Pettigrew!"

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The first chapter, in the future, try to have more than 3,000 words per chapter~

I'm still working hard to write the next chapter.,Write a little hard.,Maybe these chapters can't be written too fast.,I'm sorry~uncomfortable~.

Salute to the heroes and the immortality of the heroes, not only in the magical world, but also in the non-magical world, inside and outside, all those who carry the burden for the sake of a prosperous and prosperous life. Dawn is coming soon—