Cornelius Fudge began to feel uneasy.

Because Dumbledore didn't say anything, didn't do anything.

This is by no means his style.

He had been prepared for Dumbledore to shout angrily, but it wasn't as he expected.

In the courtroom, there was a buzz......

The chatter is getting louder.

It's like a Muggle school, in the class, once the teacher doesn't stop it, a small discussion can cause a tsunami in the class.

"Are you all done talking? Are you going to be convicted? Stay locked up at Hogwarts, or do you want the Dementors to give Sirius a kiss and get to know his 'sinful' life thoroughly?"

Dumbledore said in a cold tone.

Many people had never seen Dumbledore like this, his eyes were shining, and the cold inside the room seemed to freeze even the flames of the torches.

Dumbledore's voice was low, ringing in everyone's ears like thunder.

He looked at Fudge with cold and emotionless eyes, looked at the members of the Wizengamot who had just agreed that Sirius was guilty, and said unhurriedly, "Peter Wormtail is here, and everyone is ignoring it." He and Sirius Black had been guarded by the Ministry of Magic for dozens of days, had they just been entertained with good food and drink?

"Fudge!" Dumbledore called Connelly Fudge by name.

Minister Fudge shrank slightly, but felt that he had shown too much cowardice, and straightened his chest again, staring directly at Dumbledore.

"You've asked so many suspicious questions, why don't you just ask the crucial ones?"

"Why don't you ask the two of them who is the last secret keeper of Lily James's Cruelty Loyalty Curse?"

"Why don't you ask Sirius Black if he has defected to Voldemort?"

"Why don't you ask who is the betrayer, leaking information, and killing your own companions?"

"Why don't you ask if the thirteen Muggles were affected by the fighting, or if someone was intent on killing them?"

Silence, deathly silence!

"Ah, what ......" Minister Fudge was sweating profusely as he sat in his seat, writhing his fat body restlessly.

Some of the wizarding members of the Wizengamot looked at Dumbledore in fear, their faces pale even in the dark.

A raspy voice like a rat cried out, "It's me, it's all me." ”

Peter Wormtail was imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic, and he was tormented and terrified for dozens of days.

Now that the verdict has come, he has no hope in sight, and it is even more torturous for him to cling to a glimmer of hope of exoneration.

At last he could not bear it anymore, and he would rather convict him at once than be hung like this, as if there was an invisible rope around his neck, tightening at any moment.

So he raised his head, revealing the appearance of a sharp-billed rat's gills, his eyes were sunken and red, and he didn't know how long it had been since he had slept soundly.

He shouted like a madman, "It's me! I'm Jaime and their secretie! I'm the one who told the Dark Lord! I'm a traitor among the Aurors! I betrayed the intelligence of the wizards who rebelled against Voldemort! I used magic to blow up those weak Muggles! But am I wrong? It's not because you're rebelling against the Dark Lord! Why are you rebelling against the Dark Lord! Isn't it good to kneel in front of the Dark Lord like me and lick his shoes! Many wizards won't die at all if you don't resist! So you all deserve to die!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Peter Wormtail gasped.

In the courtroom, ministers or spokesmen of the Ministers of Magic from all over the world fell into a stupor, with their mouths wide open.

Harry commented, "Bad taste. ”

But when I think about Rita Skeeter, when the woman knelt in front of her and kissed the tip of her shoe, she didn't seem to hate it much......

So Harry got to know himself better, it turned out that what he hated was not that there were wizards willing to be dogs, what he hated was that he was not his own dogs.

The short, gray-haired witch sitting above was Amelia Bones, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

She clutched her chest, agitated and unable to calm down.

She has been the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for more than ten years, and she has seen any kind of wizard, large and small cases, but it is the first time she has seen someone like Peter Wormtail.

She exhaled slowly, her voice was like a bell, and said solemnly: "The truth is already very clear. ”

"Now, the jury is beginning to decide, and those who agree that Peter Wormtail is guilty of raising their hands. ”

"Brush!"

All the members of the Wizengamot, a non-falling handle was raised.

Even if there are people in it who are not convinced by Dumbledore, they don't dare to make trouble in front of this obvious fact, otherwise they are afraid that they will be sprayed to death by others. Not only to lift it, but also to lift it high.

Dumbledore silently noted the wizards who were particularly prominent at this time.

"Okay, put it down. Now ruling, those who agree that Sirius Black is not guilty, please raise your hand. ”

Not surprisingly, it was unanimously approved again.

Fudge's face was gloomy, but not as good as Barty Crouch beside Harry. You know, thirteen years ago, it was he who ordered Sirius Black to be imprisoned directly in Azkaban without trial.

Now that the case has been overturned, this is a big stain on his political performance, and it is estimated that his current position as director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation will not be kept.

It's not over yet.

I thought that after sentencing Peter Azkaban to life imprisonment for Wormtail, the matter would be over, but Dumbledore still had something to say.

"I think...... Sirius Black has been so wronged and lost his freedom for more than ten years, and what is even more unimaginable is that there is Azkaban who makes all the wizarding prisoners talk about it. ”

"This is a mistake on the part of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, this is a mistake on the part of the British Ministry of Magic. Reparations must be made!" Dumbledore said what Harry had taught him before he came.

Could it be that the acquittal is over?

No wizard would have thought that Dumbledore would talk about reparations, but on second thought, it was Azkaban, and if it didn't even pay it, then the law would be a joke.

"And how much do you think is appropriate?" asked Amelia Bones.

"Hmm...... The Ministry of Magic needs to allocate eight ,350,000 Galleons for Sirius Black's mental damages. ”

"Shhh

"Shhh

"Shhh

Terrifying!

The more than two hundred wizards in the audience couldn't help but gasp at the first moment they heard this number!

The air in the courtroom was drained all at once.

All the torches were extinguished.

"Fluorescent flickering. ”

"Fluorescent flickering. ”

One such chanting sound rang out.

The wizards raised their wands, and the light was much brighter than the torches.

More than 200 incandescent lamps illuminate the room.

The number that Dumbledore had said was still echoing in the minds of all wizards, it was terrifying, it was terrifying.

"You're crazy!" screamed a voice that was sharper and thinner than Peter's Wormtail.

......