It was a rather cramped room, with nothing in it except a small cot and a wall lamp.

The wallpaper on all four walls is a little peeling, which makes them look dirty. There are no windows in the walls, just a small vent installed in a corner.

The whole room looked dim and oppressive.

Maca had been in the Ministry of Magic's detention cell for nearly a week, but no one had called him to assist in the investigation. Even the usual process such as recording a confession was not followed.

His hunch seemed to have come true.

"Is it Lucius Malfoy? Still is...... Anyone else? Maca guessed to herself.

He knew that this matter was not rushed, and that Dumbledore must be helping him arrange these things right now. And that takes time.

Although it was a bit rushed this time, everything was still planned.

Another few days passed, and finally someone appeared.

There were two serious-looking wizards, and without saying a word, they led Maca down the corridor into the elevator, and the elevator went down and down.

When Maca saw the number on the elevator jump to "9", the telescopic elevator door finally opened.

The two wizards held Maca between the left and the right, and walked silently, soon to a dimly lit staircase descending.

One level further down, Maca noticed that the walls on both sides of the hallway had been replaced with rough stone walls, with torches stuck at intervals.

On either side of the hallway, heavy wooden doors lined up with iron latches and gleaming keyholes.

The two took Maca to the wooden door numbered "7", and one took out a key from his waist, inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it vigorously.

With a soft click, another person latched the iron door open, and the door opened......

The environment inside is slightly dim, probably because of the relationship between the Traceless Stretching Spell, the space is very large, but it is lit only by torches, which makes people feel a certain dignified atmosphere invisibly.

On all four sides are rows of stepped benches, arranged from the lowest to the highest, and all the seats can be clearly seen.

At the moment, there were a number of witches and wizards dressed in fuchsia robes with a delicate "W" embroidered on their chests. Most of them looked at this side calmly with solemn faces.

In the front row of these seats, Maca saw Dumbledore, his expression was serious, his lips closed, staring at Maca as if he were getting to know him anew.

And right in front of Maca, in the middle of a small square clearing, there was a chair with chains fixed to the ground.

There is no doubt that this is the seventh courtroom of the Wizengamot.

Maka didn't mean to ask why she was brought here - it was pointless. Maybe wait a little longer, and he'll understand.

"Interrogator, Marca McKellen brings!" Beside him, one of the wizards who had brought him over shouted.

"Sit down!"

A cold man's voice echoed through the courtroom.

Maca glanced again at the chair in the center of the room, the arm of which was covered with chains on the left and right. He walked across the rough stone floor and sat down with a calm expression.

As soon as his butt landed on the cold surface, the chains around him suddenly jumped up, and with a clanging sound of metal slamming into him, he was firmly tied up.

He frowned, but didn't say anything.

"The second paragraph of Article 9 of the Law on the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards stipulates that when underage wizards are put on trial, they can be ...... without chains," a very old-looking witch suddenly frowned and spoke.

"Yes, that's right...... However, the 'underage wizard' in front of you is a particularly dangerous subject to trial, and the relevant regulations do not apply. The wizard who spoke before said in a cold tone.

"Alright," he continued, "Minister of Magic, Fudge, please begin! ”

With a cough, Maca turned her gaze to Cornelius Fudge, who was sitting next to Dumbledore in the first row.

Fudge was a big fat man, and he often wore a dark yellow-green bowler hat, though he didn't wear it today. In addition, the slick smile on his face that used to be worn when he used to speak is now gone.

He stared closely at Maca, who was trapped in chains, and spoke loudly.

"Very well," said Fudge, "the defendant has finally arrived, so let's get started...... Are you ready? ”

"Of course." Maca replied indifferently.

His calmness about his situation seemed to irritate Fudge, and the other party immediately began to read the pre-trial transcript.

"The trial of June 24th," Fudge said in a loud voice, and the clerk next to him immediately wrote down, "the trial of the murder of Peter Pettigrew by Marka McLean, a third-year Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." ”

"Interrogators: Connelly Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Division of Magical Law Enforcement; Rufus Buttu Scrimgeur, Director of the Auror Office......"

After announcing some of the customary contents of the trial, Fudge straightened his bow tie and picked up a document on the table.

"The defendant is accused of interfering in the search and round-up of the suspect during the round-up of the suspect by law enforcement officers of the Ministry of Magic in connection with the murder of Hogsmeade on June 1, and killing the suspect on the spot in the chaos. According to the Auror Command, the suspect was not the real murderer of the murder, and the defendant was confirmed to be an intentional homicide......"

"Three days ago, the suspect was identified, and it was Peter Pettigrew who survived Sirius Black's destruction of Muggle streets and the massacre of Muggles on November 13, 1981—"

As soon as these words came out, the members of the Wizengamot review team at the scene suddenly made a commotion, and almost all of them started talking to each other in low voices.

"Silence!" The cold-voiced wizard suddenly said loudly, and the scene immediately calmed down slightly.

At this time, Fudge raised his head, looked at Makar and asked loudly, "Are you the third year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Marka McLean?" ”

"Yes." Maca nodded in reply.

"Did you really interfere with the arrest of suspects by the Aurors and Strikers of the Ministry of Magic that day in Hogsmeade?"

Maca pursed her lips, but nodded anyway, "Yes." ”

"So, did you actually kill Peter Pettigrew in the end?"

"I didn't know it was Peter Pettigrew, who was covered in black air—" Maka said calmly, "I just knew that he had endangered my life and that I had to fight to protect myself." ”

However, according to the confessions of the law enforcement officers who were present at the time, there was no black gas at that time! Moreover, the law enforcement officers had already stopped you at that time, but you didn't stop immediately! ”

Not far to Fudge's left, a grim-faced, sharp-eyed, long-brown wizard suddenly spoke.

"May I ask who you are?" Maca looked at him and looked at him unceremoniously.

"I, Rufus Scrimgeur, am currently the head of the Auror Office." The wizard answered his question solemnly.

"As far as I know, isolated confessions have no evidentiary force," Maca said calmly, "please provide relevant evidence to support your account." ”

"The defendant's relevant request is valid, please provide concrete evidence that is valid." The cold male voice reappeared.

Scrimgeour nodded, and said loudly, "I have requested a witness to enter." ”

"Agreed."

After a while, the wooden door was opened again, and a wizard whom Maca did not know was brought in.

"Witness names?"

"My name is Edmund George Wells." The wizard looked frightened, and he replied with a wince.

"What testimony do you have that you would like to confess?"

"Oh...... Yes," Wells craned, "there were so many Dementors patrolling Hogsmeade that night, and there were squads of Aurors coming and going, and we couldn't sleep as a family...... It was supposed to be around 11 p.m., and I was reading by the bedroom window, and then I heard a fierce fight outside......"

He trembled and recounted the situation, and most of it was true, but when he explained what happened after the flames on Peter's body were extinguished, he was quite sure that there was no black gas entanglement in Peter's body.

He also referred to cases of obstruction by law enforcement officers.

He said it as if it were true.

"Does the defendant dispute the witness's account?"

"......" Maca was silent for a moment, then raised her head and said, "May I ask the witness, how did the flame on his body go out at that time?" ”

"Uh...... Just、Is it just a gust of wind? Wells said, feeling a little out of place, and then added nervously, "Very windy! I saw it from afar. ”

As he spoke, Maca's gaze wandered over the faces of the members of the Censorship.

"I don't have anything more to ask." He withdrew his gaze and abruptly ended his question.

"Then do you plead guilty!" Fudge asked loudly.

"I don't plead guilty to intentional homicide, because I don't recognize Peter Pettigrew's face." Maca replied calmly, "Peter Pettigrew was a character who was active more than a decade ago, when I was just born; And over the years, as a wizard with little reputation, I would not have known him. ”

"Maybe you happened to find out from somewhere else?" Fudge couldn't help but exclaim.

"Please provide relevant evidence." Maca looked at him and said.

Fudge opened his mouth and looked at Scrimthour, the head of the Auror office, only to see that the other party shook his head slightly.

"That'...... You did kill someone, right? Fudge had to take a step back.

Maca paused, he glanced at Dumbledore, who had been silent, and then nodded and replied, "Yes." ”

Not long after, after a show of hands by the jury, Maca was convicted of manslaughter and received a final sentence of five years in prison and half of the minor.

As for the place of punishment, it is, of course, the Azkaban Wizard Prison.

"The laws of the wizarding world are indeed much less perfect than those of the Muggle world......" Maca, who was brought back to the detention cell, was still in the mood to ponder such an inconsequential trifle.