"Very well," said Fudge, "when the people are here, let's get started." Are you ready?" he asked aloud toward the bench.

Alan followed his gaze, and at the end of the bench sat another witch, but she sat too far back on the bench, her face shrouded in shadow.

Still, she could be seen staring intently at the parchment in front of her, a quill in her hand ready to record.

"The Judgment of the Twelfth of February," said Fudge, as the witch busily began to take notes, her head bowed.

"Hear the case of Sirius Black, a Death Eater, who betrayed the Potters and killed Peter Pettigrew thirteen years ago. ”

Fudge looked around and continued calmly and forcefully.

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic, and Barty Crouch, Director of the Law Enforcement of Magic. Trial Recorder: Dolores Jane Umbridge—"

The woman in charge of recording jerked her head up and leaned forward, revealing her true face.

She lived like a big pale toad.

She was short and fat, with a wide, flabby-skinned face and a large mouth drooping downward.

Her eyes were large, round, and slightly bulging outward.

The little black velvet bow that wore on her short curls looked like a big fly. It was as if she was about to stick out her long, slimy tongue to catch it.

Alan couldn't help but wonder what kind of circumstances could allow Umbridge, who was only a trial recorder at this time, to ascend to the position of senior deputy minister of magic two years later.

"Witnesses to the Accused: Albert Harris, Severus Snape. ”

Alan watched in amazement as Albert and Professor Snape walked in from around a corner.

Albert strides, is composure, and looks extremely capable. Professor Snape followed behind him with a gloomy face.

Seeing Professor Snape, Alan couldn't help but look at Professor Dumbledore on the stage.

Professor Dumbledore was looking at Professor Snape through half-moon glasses perched on the crooked bridge of his nose, his long silver-white beard and hair glistening in the light of the torches.

"After we discussed it, we decided that it would be better for you to sit in the audience first. Mr. Harris whispered. "You don't have to play until you have to. ”

Alan nodded, knowing in his heart that this was Mr. Harris's love for him, and perhaps one of the deals between him and Fudge.

After Albert and Professors Snape took their feet, Fudge ordered the Aurors to bring Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew into the deliberation room.

There was a sound of footsteps, and the door in the corner of the dungeon opened, revealing four men - Blake, Peter, and two Aurors.

"Uh......-huh," Fudge groaned, stretched out his wand, and shook it slightly, revealing a chair identical to the one in the center of the chamber.

The Aurors thrust Blake and Peter onto their chairs, and the chains snapped up and bound them tightly.

Fudge rummaged through a pile of papers, pulled out a piece of parchment from the pile, took a deep breath, and read it aloud—it was Sirius Black's original judgment.

When he finished, there was silence in the room.

"Sirius Black," a voice said abruptly.

Alan turned his head and saw Mr. Crouch standing up in the middle of the bench next to him.

He looked very serious, and said solemnly: "You have been imprisoned in Azkaban for thirteen years, and you have never thought of complaining. And now, you're telling us that you're innocent, and Peter Pettigrew isn't dead?"

"Yes, you didn't give me a chance to complain in the first place, and you just threw me into Azkaban, didn't you?"

Sirius glanced at Crouch contemptuously, "And Peter Pettigrew, he appeared in front of you, didn't the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic use all means to confirm his identity last night?"

Hearing Sirius's sarcastic words, the members of the Wizengamot, dressed in fuchsia robes on the podium, couldn't help but turn their heads to each other.

Crouch's lips turned pale and pursed tightly.

It wasn't until Fudge spoke again that the rostrum fell silent.

"Please provide the outcome of last night's hearing. Fudge said in a deep voice.

Lloyd walked up with a meditation basin, followed by Dardanian, two bottles in his hand, and some parchment.

The members of the Wizengamot, led by Professor Dumbledore, looked through the testimonies and materials, examining Sirius and Pettigrew's memories.

Alan noticed that two of the women in the Wizengamot were actually looking at Sirius Black with tears in their eyes.

"Peter Pettigrew, why did you fake his death and escape?" Crouch couldn't help but ask again when he saw that Pettigrew had already faked his death.

"I lied to everyone, but I did it for a reason. Despite the fear in Peter's voice, he was still quibbling.

He re-emphasized the rhetoric he had made in the Forbidden Forest.

Sirius straightened up angrily, but was pulled back into his chair by the chains.

"It's so strange to be a rat and live in a wizard's house for thirteen years, just to hide from a prisoner in Azkaban. ”

Before Sirius could speak, a high-pitched, thin voice rang out like a little girl—it was Umbridge.

Umbridge suddenly put down his pen and stood up, with a smirk on his face, and the look revealed by those two big round eyes was extremely indifferent.

Alan hadn't missed the eye contact she had made with Fudge.

What a natural politician. Allen sighed in his heart, Umbridge was able to climb to a high position in a short period of time, and he really had something extraordinary.

There was a murmur in the room, and the members of the Wizengamot nodded their heads as they talked, apparently impressed by Umbridge's words.

Peter Pettigrew is hesitant, and in the face of the reality of his life, no explanation seems ridiculous and pale.

He curled up in his chair, his face pale and cold sweat dripping down.

"Umbridge, the court hasn't allowed you to speak yet. Crouch stood up and said coldly.

Umbridge sat down obediently, but looked at Fudge with a look of encouragement in her eyes.

Fudge nodded slightly.

Crouch wanted to ask, but Fudge got a head start.

"Since the evidence is conclusive, let's vote. Fudge said quickly, turning to the right, "Attention jury, please...... Raise your hand if you agree to Sirius' acquittal......"

With the exception of Crouch, most of the jurors raised their hands, and some hesitated and raised their hands.

Blake's swollen heart was so overwhelming that he only took a deep breath both times and looked down at the shoes on his feet.