"Mr. Potter, many people are not as self-conscious as you are. Beside Harry, a tall wizard said.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, with short gray hair combed neatly, slightly bald, short beard, and a majestic face.

"Are you?" asked Harry, curious.

"Barty Crouch. The man's voice was loud and deep. It seems that his name should be so admirable.

"Oh......" Harry said, long.

Barty Crouch frowned, he didn't feel the slightest hint of respect.

"That's it...... Right, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement? That's an important position. ”

Barty Crouch had a smile on his face: "Not bad......"

Harry was heard to continue, "That's it...... My son is the head of the Death Eater's Department of Magical Law Enforcement, right?"

"It's a pity, I've heard that the Minister of Magic is usually promoted from this position, and I don't know if that's the case. Harry was eager to learn.

Barty Crouch's eyes were filled with anger, an eternal pain in his heart, but he was too embarrassed to be angry.

Harry saw Sirius, and suddenly as if he had just remembered, he exclaimed, "That's it...... More than ten years ago, Sirius Black was imprisoned in Azkaban Prison without trial, it turned out to be you, I heard that with this decisive skill at that time, you were not in the limelight for a while, why did you put such a thing, your son is quite a cheating ......"

Hundreds of people behind him heard this.

In fact, they all knew this fact, but no one dared to deliberately mention it in front of Barty Crouch, and now they suddenly heard someone say it loudly, and they couldn't help but look at it.

Barty Crouch's body was trembling, and he was about to lose control.

He regretted that he had to talk to Harry so much that he couldn't get off the stage now.

Just then, Cornelius Fudge entered.

So the little chapter was lifted, and Barty Crouch quietly breathed a sigh of relief and quietly walked away from Harry's side.

......

Fudge Connelly, as the Minister of Magic, turned out to be an interrogator in the wizarding court.

It is really a chaotic officialdom system, and the division of labor is not clear at all.

The prime minister equivalent to Muggles also serves as a judge of the Supreme People's Court, which is too chicken.

However, this should be Fudge Connelly's last glory...... Although he himself has not yet realized it.

Fudge sat down at the table in front of him, the grim-faced witch and pink toad flanked him.

The courtroom fell silent.

"Okay, everybody, be silent...... Are you ready?" he shouted to one of the people on the very edge.

"Yes, sir. In the first row on the right side of the room, closest to the table above, Percy Weasley hurriedly left the stool, stood up and replied respectfully.

"Hmm. Fudge nodded slightly.

Percy Weasley looked like a eunuch had received an order from the emperor, and his face was full of honor and disgrace.

He sat upright, his left hand pressed against the parchment, his right holding a quill, and looked at Minister Fudge with intent, serious eyes, waiting for him to continue his orders.

"The trial began in earnest on January 3. Fudge said decently.

Harry felt that something was missing, and thought for a moment, thinking that if Fudge could pat the Shockwood in his hand, it would be more like a thing.

"Trial Sirius Black to hide his identity as a Death Eater and join ...... Voldemort's camp, report to Voldemort, kill wizards from the Ministry of Magic, slaughter innocent Muggles, and betray the British wizarding community!"

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic, Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Law Enforcement of Magic, and Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Deputy Secretary. Trial Recorder: Percy Ignay Hughes Weasley......"

No one looked at Percy, but he moved and straightened his back, coughing twice in a voice that only he could hear. It seemed that what awaited him was some important speech.

It was the first time his name had been heard in the wizarding world.

It's still a trivial recorder, but it's predictable that sooner or later the name will make all wizards thunderous. Percy Weasley's face was ruddy and confident.

"Witness for the Defence: Albus Percival Wulfrick Brian Dumbledore. Fudge pronounced the name with some disgust, I don't know if it was because the name was too long Fudge didn't like it, or if Fudge hated the wizard with that name.

Dumbledore calmly stepped out of the shadows and stood beside Sirius Black.

He was dressed in a black and blue robe, and his face was extremely serene.

Dumbledore walked to the center of the courtroom and looked at Fudge through half-moon-shaped glasses perched on the bridge of his hooked nose, his long silver-white beard and hair glistening in the light of the torches.

Harry saw an interesting scene: behind Dumbledore, the fifty or so members of the Wizengamot, their expressions varied, some hated, some annoyed, some scared, some cheered......

Harry had thought that Dumbledore had been in the Wizengamot for so long, and the people inside had been brainwashed by him for a long time, and they were all his loyal followers, but it didn't seem to be the case.

In the wizard's court, the trial is conducted in the form of questions from the interrogator, and the adjudicator can also ask questions.

The interrogated person answers questions and explains them one by one.

The two sides go back and forth until there are no questions to ask again.

The decision is then made by a show of hands.

More than half of the people raised their hands to think that the person being interrogated was guilty, that is, guilty.

On the contrary, not guilty.

......

"Defendant Sirius Black...... Thirteen years ago, were you involved in the battle that led to the killing of thirteen Muggles?" Fudge didn't ask questions that would prove Blake's innocence, but questions, confusing, marginal.

Sirius returned: "Yes, but ......"

"You were born into a noble pure-blood family, the Black family...... And it's widely known that the Black family has all taken root with Voldemort, right?" Fudge steered the wizard's conjecture with malice.

Sirius glared at Fudge, "Yes, but it's ...... with me"

Fudge interrupted him, "Is there such a thing as Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore, a witness next to you, who testified that you told him personally that you were the secret keeper of the James and Lilly couples?"

Hearing those two names, Sirius fell silent.

Fudge smiled in the shadows.

At this time, he was not in a hurry, and waited for Sirius's answer.

Sirius looked up and said, "Yes, but there are some things you should know......

Fudge waved his hand: "Okay, we already know, you answer the other questions first......"

"On the day you were arrested, you kept saying to yourself, 'I killed their ......,' isn't that the case?" Fudge suddenly shouted.

Sirius Black suddenly returned to the night when he saw their corpses, and he nodded subconsciously.

Pretty, lore!!, Fudge smiled.

Fudge glanced at the group of Wizengamot members, glanced at some of the wizards, and said lightly: "I've already asked everything that should be asked, and you all heard it clearly, I think how to decide, it's all counted."

"Yes......"

"Hmmm......"

"Ah......h

"That's right......"

"That's how it should ......"

Some of the wizards exchanged words, and those who had just looked disapprehensive behind Dumbledore nodded.

One of them, a short, stocky, black-bearded male wizard leaned into the ear of a curly-haired female wizard next to him. The wizard looked at Dumbledore with a sneering expression and nodded.

Harry looked up blankly when he heard the "ruling", "Ah, is it over?"

Didn't he just wander for a while, thinking that it hadn't started, but he didn't expect it to end.

Harry looked approvingly at Fudge, whose face was full of red light, and said, "Is this the skill of the Minister of Magic's interrogation, what is white can be said to be black." No wonder Fudge can ascend to the throne, while you can only sit on the cold bench at the International Magical Cooperation Division. I really underestimated him, don't you say, Director Crouch...... Hey, why are you so far away from me?"

......

Note: Cornelius Fudge's name was mistyped as Fudge Connelly. apologize