"Alright, that's the case from thirteen years ago, and now I'll ask the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to provide the results of last night's trial."

Fudge tapped the table with a small wooden hammer in hand, and one Auror walked up with a meditation basin, followed by another Auror with two bottles and some parchment in his hand.

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

Judging from this evidence, the whole thing can be said to be clear at a glance.

"Peter Pettigrew, why are you faking your death to escape?"

Seeing that the facts of Peter Pettigrew's crime were already confirmed, Crouch couldn't help but ask again.

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

He re-emphasized the rhetoric he had made in Fire Dragon Park.

However, none of the people present are human spirits, and it is simply wishful thinking to try to get away with such a flawed reason.

"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, Umbridge's strange tone sounded like a step.

"I advise you to be honest and tell everything you know, and say, is there any other instigator behind this!"

She stood up, a smirk on her face, and the look of her two big round eyes was extremely cold.

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

What a natural politician.

Clark sighed in his heart that Umbridge was able to climb to a high position in a short period of time, and he really had something outstanding.

Her words not only directly crucified Peter Pettigrew's guilt, but also expanded the conversation to try to implicate others.

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, trembling like chaff, and cold sweat flowing.

Seeing this, there was a murmur in the room, and the members of the Wizengamot nodded as they talked, and it was clear that Umbridge's words had moved them.

At this moment, Crouch couldn't sit still, he was the one who tried Sirius Black's case back then, and according to Umbridge, he was the most suspicious.

So he stood up and said coldly, "Umbridge, this case is not yet over, and the specific situation will have to be decided by all the wizards of the Wizengamot, and it is not your turn to talk more." ”

Umbridge smiled coldly, but sat down obediently.

Although she has the position of a senior deputy minister, it is only a nice word, but in fact she is just a senior assistant to the minister, and she does not have much real power.

However, when she sat down, she looked at Fudge with a look of invitation in her eyes.

Fudge nodded slightly.

Crouch also wanted to question Sirius, but Fudge took the lead, "The evidence has been submitted, the prisoner has been interrogated, and the witnesses will speak."

Snape and Harry walked to the front, and there was a small episode in between, where Harry was so nervous that he couldn't open his mouth because he was facing this situation for the first time, and in the end it was Snape who told him what he knew before Harry could speak.

After listening to the words of the two, Crouch wanted to stand up and ask a question, but Fudge didn't seem to intend to give him a chance to speak, and said directly, "Okay, since the evidence is conclusive, let's start voting." ”

He stood up, leaned forward, and looked at the Wizengamot members, "Please pay attention to the jury...... Raise your hand if you agree to Sirius' acquittal......"

With the exception of Crouch, most of the jurors raised their hands, and a few after a moment of hesitation, they also raised their hands, except for Crouch and the sporadic two or three people, sitting motionless.

Harry, who was watching from the sidelines, was thrilled that if Black was innocent, it would mean that he could finally get rid of his aunt and uncle's family.

Blake, who was sitting on the judgment chair, looked at the circle of red-robed wizards who looked down on him, and the raised arms, and his heart was beating violently, as if it was about to explode at any moment, and he was almost breathless.

He had to take a deep breath, then looked down at the shoes on his feet.

"The verdict passes!" Fudge tapped on the table, "So, about Peter Pettigrew betraying the Potters; blowing up a street, resulting in the death of a large number of Muggles; framed the innocent Sirius Black and imprisoned him for thirteen years in Azkaban......"

Clark noticed that Crouch's face was so gloomy that he could almost drip when he heard "Innocent Sirius".

Fudge had already counted Peter Pettigrew's charges and said in a loud voice, "Raise your hand if you agree with the accusation." ”

Sirius Black jerked his head up.

This time, there were more wizards who raised their hands and raised their hands faster.

One by one, the hands were raised, and there were quite a few ...... That's almost 70 percent!

Blake's rapid breathing could even be heard by Clark, and he wanted to count them, but before he could finish them, Fudge said, "Raise your hand if you don't agree with the accusation." ”

There was silence in the room, and Crouch looked around, and six or seven others looked at him in the same way.

His hand moved slightly, and finally he knew that he was gone, but he still didn't raise it.

Seeing this, Fudge couldn't help but smile triumphantly, "Mr. Crouch, you didn't raise your hand twice?" What do you mean ......"

Crouch pursed his lips and sat down in his seat without saying a word.

"Well," Fudge's tone revealed a palpable sense of amusement, "then I can assume that you have no objection to the verdict of the two of them?" ”

There was a dead silence, and then, two words popped out of Crouch's lips, "Of course." ”

After saying that, Crouch's whole body was a little shorter, and his spine, which had always remained straight, bent down, as if these two words had used up all his strength.

"Alright," Fudge nodded in satisfaction, "now that we've agreed on the outcome of the trial. ”

"I announce—" his voice grew louder, "the trial of thirteen years ago is not established, Sirius Black is acquitted, and he should be reasonably compensated, and the details of the compensation will be discussed after the meeting. ”

After speaking, he took the lead in applauding, and the jury table also burst into not very enthusiastic applause.

Peter Pettigrew trembled at the applause.

"As for Peter Pettigrew, he will be punished as he deserves!"

Everyone cast scrutiny at Peter, who was trembling, as if they were staring at a piece of meat on the board.

"Now I call for a jury vote," exclaimed Fudge, "and raise your hands if you share my belief that Peter Pettigrew deserves a life sentence for Azkaban for these crimes!" ”

Fudge glanced at the jury with a serious face, noticing that Clark was giving him an appreciative look.

His mind remembered what Clark had said to him in his office not long ago.

"Minister, while it is true that the proposal to give Peter Pettigrew a kiss can make the case never turn over again, and can even strike at Crouch's majesty, I think that this proposal will do you more harm than good.

Everyone has the psychology of a rabbit dying and a fox is sad, and wizards are no exception, and the Dementor kiss is too cruel and terrifying.

As the head of the Ministry of Magic, in this position, the so-called prestige and strength are not the most important, then let others do it, and a tolerant and friendly gesture can make you more popular. ”

As if in response to this remark, Umbridge, who was sitting next to Fudge, stood up in a rare way and retorted to him.

"Minister, I disagree, I think that Peter Pettigrew deserves to be sentenced to the ultimate punishment of Azkaban, the kiss of the Dementors."

Umbridge's words silenced the jury, and the "Dementor Kiss" was truly terrifying.

"Sucking people's souls, wouldn't such a punishment be too much?" Professor Dumbledore, who had been silent, suddenly said, "I think according to the Minister, a life sentence in Azkaban is enough. ”

Fudge looked at Dumbledore and knew that the greatest white wizard of all time must be unbearable, and that he had always objected to such a cruel punishment as the Dementor Kiss.

"Clark guessed right." Fudge's heart moved, and he found that Dumbledore's reaction at this moment was exactly the same as Clarke's guess.

While Umbridge was still performing on stage, she said in a deep voice, "I know the Dementor Kiss is cruel, but guys, think of the Potters, think of what you just saw in the meditation basin!" ”

Umbridge's tone was extremely heavy, which reminded people of the Potters, and even Harry, who had a crush on this aunt who didn't have a good sense of it.

Several witches on the jury were the first to raise their hands under the influence of her words, and women, although soft-hearted, were also the most prone to jealousy.

They thought of what they had seen in the meditation basin before, the handsome wizard looking desperate and thinning in the gloomy prison......

How pitiful Blake used to be, and how disgusting Pettigrew is now!

Gradually, even some of the wizards raised their hands, and they looked at Peter Pettigrew as if they were looking at a puddle of mud, disgusted.

Even Sirius Black, who was tied to a chair, shouted at this time, "I am willing to use all my reparations in exchange for a power." I want to get the right to watch the execution myself! I'm going to see him with my own eyes, sucked out by the Dementors! ”

Blake watched Peter Pettigrew and said loudly, as if to vent the resentment that had accumulated over the past thirteen years.

But his words also made some wavering members of the jury frown.

"Bang! Nation! Nation! ”

As more and more people raised their hands, Fudge banged on the table to stop the farce in time.

"The law is the law, we are the Ministry of Magic, not a gang of dark wizards!"

He looked at Sirius, who was in a state of rage, and said according to what Clark had told him:

"Mr. Black, we are considerate of what you are going through, and that's why we're compensating you.

But even if we sympathize with your plight, it doesn't mean that you can influence the judgment of the law with the so-called waiver of compensation.

Even in the case of miscalculation, Mr. Crouch didn't sentence you a 'Dementor kiss'!

If you hadn't been spared by him, would you have had a chance to sit here again today? ”

Fudge's righteous words calmed Blake a lot, but of course, how much of this was due to the psychic hints that Clark had planted in his mind before, of course, is unknown.

Seeing that the biggest thorn had been removed, he continued to speak to everyone present.

"Peter Pettigrew's actions are truly hateful, and I'm no exception, but that's not what makes us lose our minds.

We are law enforcers and those in power, and in our position, the most important thing is to remain calm, look at each case objectively and fairly, and not arbitrarily decide a person's life and death based on personal likes and dislikes.

That's irresponsibility to the criminals, and irresponsibility to ourselves! ”

Fudge's voice was as loud as thunder, and there was a sense of righteousness in his words, which made many of the calmer wizards present nod their heads.

"I'm not saying this today to plead for Peter Pettigrew, this scumbag isn't worth it.

I just want to tell you that it is wrong to take away a person's life at will, and humanity is in the hearts of each and every one of us.

If we rely on ourselves to be on top of each other, thinking that we can kill these criminals at will and abandon our humanity, then what is the difference between us and criminals like Peter Pettigrew? ”

Umbridge's eyes flickered, his lips slightly opened, and he showed a look of sudden realization, as if he was completely baptized by Fudge's remarks, and completely stood on the same side as him.

She was the first to raise her hand, "I agree with the minister, just now I was ill-thought out and controlled by negative emotions, here, I want to conduct a deep review, and at the same time thank the minister for educating me." ”

Umbridge's backlash was the straw that broke the camel's back, and the remaining wizards raised their hands while shouting "I agree with the minister."

Mr. Crouch still didn't raise his hand, but this time, Fudge simply ignored his opinion.

"Now, then, in the capacity of the Minister of Magic, I declare:

Peter Pettigrew betrays the Potters; blowing up a street, resulting in the death of a large number of Muggles; He was convicted of framing the innocent Sirius Black and having been imprisoned in Azkaban for thirteen years.

According to the crime he committed, Peter Pettigrew is sentenced to life imprisonment, which will be executed immediately!

Aurors, take Peter Pettigrew down and send him to Azkaban!"

Fudge's face was resolute and cold like never before.

"Wait!" A voice suddenly shouted.

It turned out to be Clark!

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