"Sir, I think we're using a little trick," said ...... a witch sitting on the jury.

Met the puzzled gazes of Minister Fudge and the other members of the Wizengamot, she continued, "For example, a Truth Elixir is a good choice?"

Minister Fudge pondered for a moment, then nodded to Umbridge, who was sitting under him, and saw the fat pink man in a reddish-brown robe walk out.

"No! you can't do that to me! I'm from the Order of Merlin! I ......" Pettigrew struggled when he saw that the matter was about to be exposed.

"Silence!" Fudge angrily waved the hammer, as if he had the idea of smashing the hammer on Peter's head?

"You can't trust that madman!" Peter was still trying to salvage his image, but it backfired, and everyone realized that there wasn't much going on.

"Then why are you hiding in my house?" asked Ron in a curious whisper.

"He's going to kill me!I've got to find a place to hide!Little Ronnie, do you believe me?!!" Peter replied excitedly when he saw that someone was talking.

Ron's face darkened when he heard this, and no one could call him Ronnie except his mother!

He thought of the disgusting fat man rubbing against him again, and suddenly he couldn't help it and retched.

"Vomit ......" Ron suddenly bent his body into a shrimp, and the surrounding Hermione Harry quickly retreated to the side, for fear of being affected by the vomit.

"But I don't understand: why would an innocent man be willing to spend twelve years working as a mouse?" said Rolf, duly stabbing Peter.

"I'm innocent! But I'm terrified!" Peter Pettigrew screamed, "If Voldemort's supporters are chasing me, it's because I got one of their best people in Azkaban, the spy, Sirius Black!"

Blake's face was completely distorted at Peter's words, "How dare you say that," he growled, sounding like a dog the size of a bear growling, as he had become.

"I, Voldemort's spy, when have I been secretly going around around with people who are stronger than me, who are far more influential than me?

But you, Peter, I really don't understand why I didn't recognize you as the spy in the first place.

You've always liked friends who are stronger than you so they can take care of you, haven't you? It's always been us, me and Lupin, and Jaime. ”

Peter Pettigrew wiped the sweat from his face again, his breath almost out of breath: "I...... You must be crazy, you never ...... I don't understand how you could say that. ”

"It's only because of my suggestion that Lily and Jaime let you be their secretive. Blake said through gritted teeth.

He said so fiercely that Peter Pettigrew took a step back, but there was an iron cage behind him, so he couldn't retreat.

"I thought that was the best plan, that Voldemort would definitely come after me, and would never have thought that they would take advantage of something as weak and stupid as you.

You tell Voldemort that you can hand over the Potters to him, and that moment must be the proudest moment of your poor life. ”

Peter Pettigrew muttered distraughtly as Umbridge walked back, holding two vials in his hands.

"No!No! I'm not a traitor! I don't drink! I don't drink! I saved my blood for the wizarding world!" Pettigrew was being controlled by the Wizengamot mage next to him, and Umbridge was pouring medicine into his mouth with a vicious face.

When Sirius arrived, he snatched the bottle and drank it himself.

"Sirius, when can you promise that you're telling the truth?" Fudge asked from the judgment seat.

"Yes, I promise that what I just said will be true. Sirius spoke like a puppet, lifeless.

"Peter, are you telling the truth?" asked Fudge mechanically again.

"No, I told Voldemort the location of Potter's mansion, and I blew up an entire street of Muggles. Peter was also like a marionette, recounting his past crimes.

The entire courtroom exploded quickly, and the members of the Wizengamot buzzed around the room as if they had seen bloody mosquitoes.

"Then why didn't you help the mystery man kill me after three years of being with me?" Harry asked, also surprised.

"The mystery man has been in hiding for twelve years, and it is said that he is already half dead.

I'm not going to kill right under Dumbledore's nose for a wizard who's lost all his mana and is in terrible health, I'm not an idiot, am I?

All I need to do is wait, wait for the mystery man to come back, and then I can go back to him again, and then I can be safe. ”

"Okay, last question, and one that doesn't matter," Fudge knocked on the table this time very calmly, silencing the discussion among the Wizengamot members.

"How did you escape from Azkaban? Why didn't you go crazy?"

"I don't know how I did it," he said slowly. "I think the only reason I didn't lose my mind was because I knew I was innocent.

It wasn't a pleasant thought, so the Dementors didn't suck it out of my head so I could keep my mind clear.

And I know who I am, which helps me preserve my mana.

So, if the situation around me is unbearable, too unbearable, I will transform into a dog in my cell, and the Dementors will not be able to see it. He swallowed.

"They are aware of people's feelings, and they feel how to approach people, and they can judge that my feelings are more ...... emm, less like human feelings. Sirius recounted slowly.

"Okay, now, if you think the defendant is guilty, please raise your hand. Minister Fudge put down the little hammer and breathed a long sigh of relief, finally the medicine was over, and it scared me to death!

A handful of people raised their hands, and Rolf glanced at their names and saw that they were all pure-blood wizards, including one of the Gunt family.

But this part is only a minority, not even a tenth of all the members of the Wizengamot.

After waiting for a while, Minister Fudge saw that no one raised his hand, and said, "If you think the defendant is innocent, please raise your hand." He raised his left hand first, followed by Umbridge.

Under their lead, more and more people raised their hands, and although some jurors chose to abstain, far more people thought Sirius was innocent than he was guilty.

"Now, if you think Peter Pediru is guilty, please raise your hand. As soon as the words ended, almost everyone raised their hands.

Fudge nodded, then picked up the hammer again and struck it, and said with a solemn expression: "After the Wizengamot verdict, all charges against Sirius Black are dropped, and Peter Pedili is sent to Azkaban."

This is the end of the case, the court is closed!" With that, he put the little hammer down, and was the first to leave his seat, and walked out of the courtroom, followed closely by Umbridge.

By this time Peter Pedirus and Sirius had come to their senses from the effects of the potion of truth, and Peter, after hearing his own judgment, was not well, and sat down on the ground, unable to say anything.