Rebirth of the Harry Potter Chapter 262

Connelly Fudge began to feel uneasy.

Because Dumbledore said nothing and did nothing.

This is by no means his style.

He was prepared for Dumbledore's angry shouting, but it was not as he expected.

In the courtroom, buzzing...

The argument is getting louder.

Just like a Muggle school, once the teacher does not stop in the class, a small amount of discussion can cause the class to call a tsunami.

"Have you all discussed? Are you ready to convict? Continue to Hogwarts? Or let the dementor give Sirius a kiss and thoroughly understand his'sin' life?"

Dumbledore said coldly.

Many people have never seen Dumbledore look like this, his eyes are shining with cold light, and the cold in the house starts to appear, even the flames of the torches are frozen.

Dumbledore's voice was deep and rang in everyone's ears, and thunder burst.

He looked at Fudge with indifferent and non-emotional eyes, and looked at the members of Wisengama who just agreed with Sirius's guilt, and said in a hurry: "Peter the Wormtail is here, and everyone ignores it. He and Sirius Black has been guarded by the Ministry of Magic for tens of days. Isn't it just delicious and delicious hospitality? Didn't ask anything?"

"Fudge!" Dumbledore called Connelly Fudge's name.

Minister Fudge shrank a bit, but felt too cowardly, and straightened his chest, looking directly at Dumbledore.

"You asked so many suspicion questions, why not just ask the key questions?"

"Why don't you ask them both, who is the secret person of Lily James' courageous faithful mantra in the end?"

"Why not ask, did Sirius Black surrender to Voldemort?"

"Why don't you ask, who is the traitor, leaking intelligence, and killing your companion?"

"Why don't you ask, are those 13 Muggles affected by the fight, or is someone deliberately murdered?"

Silence, deathly silence!

"Ah, this..." Minister Fudge was sweating heavily, and he sat in the position, writhing uncomfortably with his fat body.

Some members of the Wizards of Wisengama looked at Dumbledore in fear, even in the dark, with a pale face.

A rattle-like voice called out: "It's me, it's me."

Wormtail Peter is imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic, and he has been suffering for decades, not panicking all day long.

Now that it was time for the ruling, he could no longer see any hope, and holding on to a glimmer of hope was even more tormenting for him.

He couldn't bear it anymore. He would rather condemn him immediately, instead of being hung like this, as if there was an invisible rope clasped around his neck, tightening at any time.

So he raised his head to reveal the appearance of the bilge's gills. His eyes were deep and his eyes were red. I don't know how long I haven't slept in.

He yelled like a madman: "It's me! I'm James their secret person! It's my secret to the Dark Lord! I'm a betrayal in Auror! I betray the intelligence of the wizards against Voldemort! I Killing the weak Muggles with magic! But am I wrong? Not because you want to fight the Dark Lord! Why do you want to fight the Dark Lord! It's not good to kneel in front of the Dark Lord like me and lick his shoes! If you don't resist, many wizards won't die at all! So you should all die!!”

After talking, Peter Wormtail gasped.

In the courtroom, ministers or spokespersons of the Ministry of Magic from all over the world opened their mouths and fell into a sluggish state.

Harry commented like this: "Vicious."

But when you think of Rita Skeet's woman kneeling in front of her and kissing her toes, she doesn't seem to hate herself...

So Harry knew more about himself. It turned out that what he hated was not a wizard willing to be a dog. What he hated was that he didn't do his own dog.

The short gray-haired witch sitting above was Amelia Burns, director of the Magic Law Enforcement Division.

She clutched her chest, feeling excited and hard to calm down.

She has been the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Division for more than ten years. She has seen all kinds of wizards, big and small cases, but for the first time, people like Peter Tail.

She exhaled slowly, sounded like Hong Zhong, solemnly said: "The truth is already clear."

"Now, the Tribunal has started to rule, and those who agree that Peter Tail is guilty, please raise your hand."

"brush!"

All members of Wiesengama, a non-falling hand raised.

Even if some people are dissatisfied with Dumbledore, they dare not make trouble in the face of the obvious facts, or they may be killed by others. Not only to lift, but also to lift high.

Dumbledore silently noted the particularly prominent wizard at this time.

"Okay, let go. Now rule, if you agree that Sirius Black is innocent, please raise your hand."

Unsurprisingly, all votes were passed.

Fudge was gray, but he was no match for Batty Crouch by Harry. You know, thirteen years ago, he ordered that he did not need to try Sirius Black and was detained directly to Azkaban.

Now that the case is over, this is a big stain on his political achievements, and it is estimated that his current position as director of the International Department of Magical Co-operation cannot be guaranteed.

Things are not over yet.

I thought that sentenced Wormtail Peter Azkaban to life imprisonment, the matter was over, but Dumbledore had something to say.

"I think... Sirius Black has been so wronged and lost his freedom for more than ten years. What is even more unimaginable is that there is Azkaban that makes all the wizards and prisoners talk."

"This is the fault of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, this is the fault of the British Ministry of Magic. Compensation must be given!" Dumbledore said before coming, Harry taught him.

Could it be said that the release of innocence is over?

No wizard would have thought that Dumbledore had even talked about compensation, but then I thought about it, but it was Azkaban. If there was no compensation, the law would be a joke.

"So how much do you think is appropriate?" Amelia Burns asked.

"Um... The Ministry of Magic needs to allocate 8.35 million gallons as Sirius Black's mental loss fee."

"hiss!"

Horrible!

More than two hundred wizards in the audience heard this number at the first moment~www.mtlnovel.com~ could not help but take a breath!

All the air in the trial room was exhausted.

All torches are extinguished.

"Fluorescent flashes."

A sound of such a mantra sounded.

The wizards held up their wands, this light was much brighter than the torch.

More than two hundred incandescent lamps shine in the room.

All the wizards still echoed the figure Dumbledore said, which was too scary and terrifying.

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

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