Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 301 The Trial of Blake

With no other options, Dylan could only reach out and touch the edge of the toilet.

As soon as I touched the cool porcelain surface, it felt like something had suddenly hooked my navel, and a force suddenly came through.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a whooshing sound as if something was being pierced through the air.

Everything around me was rushing backward.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing steadily on the floor of the Ministry of Magic's main hall.

Dumbledore arrived shortly after and gently patted Dylan on the shoulder from behind.

The two registered the wand information together, then stepped into the elevator to go downstairs.

The elevator slowly descended to the basement level, the floor where the minister's office was located.

Dylan inadvertently glanced at a huge Fudge poster hanging on the wall.

The poster shows Fudge holding a magic wand, his gaze fixed on the distance.

He looked radiant and full of energy, as if he was about to accomplish something great.

But in fact.

Anyone familiar with Fudge and the current state of the British wizarding world would not really believe that.

The elevator descended and finally stopped on the ninth basement level.

This is the Department of Mysteries.

The interrogation room is on the tenth basement level, and the elevator cannot reach it directly.

Dylan and his group had to walk there.

Walking on the road leading to the tenth underground floor.

Dumbledore suddenly brought up the matter of Sirius Black.

“I heard from Remus and Sirius that your prophetic abilities seem to have improved again.”

Dumbledore's tone was tinged with interest, his deep blue eyes fixed on Dylan.

"Ah... well, I think that's true after studying with Professor Trelawney for a while."

Dylan smiled and nodded.

"Oh...it seems she taught you a lot."

Dumbledore walked ahead of Dylan.

Go down the stairs.

He gently stroked his silver beard, lost in thought.

After a while, he asked again, "What are your plans for summer vacation?"

"It's nothing. As you know, I'm not interested in Quidditch, and I don't plan to watch the World Cup."

Dylan blurted it out, but he immediately regretted it.

He realized that if Old Deng dared to ask him that question, he must have something he wanted his help with.

He didn't want to become the next Newt Scamander, or Harry Potter, getting caught up in all sorts of trouble.

He still has many experiments to do during the summer vacation.

In addition, he also had to watch how a ghost dissipated.

Dumbledore paused for a moment, waiting for Dylan to walk up to him and stand beside him.

Then he smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's so good to hear you're alright. I'll come visit you sometime."

Dylan pursed his lips, his face somber.

Knew it!
He followed Dumbledore straight into the Tenth Trial Chamber.

The courtroom was already quite full.

The seats were almost all occupied.

Dylan followed Dumbledore to an empty seat in the first row.

This is the exclusive spot for the chief wizard of Wizengamo.

Dylan is only able to sit here because of Dumbledore.

"Speaking of which, I used to be the youth wizard representative of Wizengamo."

Looking at the furnishings in the courtroom, Old Deng recalled the past with a touch of emotion.

“When I was in school, I participated in the vote in Wisengamo as a youth representative.”

A long time passed after Dumbledore.

To this day, the Ministry of Magic's Wizengamo has not established a position for a youth representative.

Dylan looked at Dumbledore with a puzzled expression, not understanding why he had suddenly brought this up.

Is it simply a way to show off past experiences, or is there another plan?
Surely he doesn't want to become the next representative of the young wizards of Wizengamo?

Dumbledore seemed to read his mind, winked playfully, patted him on the shoulder, but said nothing.

His gaze then turned to the doorway of the tenth courtroom.

He stepped forward to greet a male wizard who had just entered and gave him a hug.

“Connelly, it’s been a while since we last saw each other.”

"Yes, Albus, I miss you very much."

The visitor was none other than the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Even though they had only met a short time ago, it didn't stop him from wearing a clearly fake smile.

In addition, a short, plump woman was following behind him, wearing a pink dress, with a nameplate on her chest clearly stating...

"Dareros Umbridge, Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, UK"

Umbridge's voice was shrill and piercing: "Minister, the criminal Sirius Black has arrived."

Dylan followed her gaze.

A slightly overweight man walked into the courtroom, looking quite relaxed.

He was wearing only a jacket on his upper body; it was Sirius Black.

He had just stepped through the door.

The wizards, who were already seated, began to whisper among themselves, and the sound of their conversations filled the courtroom.

In the eyes of some of them.

Blake is still the same murderer he was more than a decade ago, the madman who used a spell to kill thirteen Muggles and destroy half a street.

Behind Sirius Black followed a tall black wizard.

The other person raised their wand and gently poked his side, saying, "Time to move on, Sirius. By the way, you've gotten quite a bit fatter than before."

Sirius Black flicked the wand away from his back, strode forward, and muttered, "Even if I get fat, I still can't catch up to you, Kingsley..."

Sirius Black stood in the center of the courtroom.

Fudge strode onto the podium, cleared his throat, and announced the start of the trial.

"Fourteen years ago, Sirius Black, as a Death Eater, killed the Potters, violated the Wizarding Secrets Act, blew up the entire street, resulting in the deaths of thirteen Muggles, and also murdered Peter Pettigrew. He was sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban."

"But now there is evidence that Blake is actually innocent."

"And Peter Pettigrew, who was previously believed to be dead, has been proven to be alive, and Peter is the real Death Eater and the mastermind behind all of this!"

The voice just fell.

An uproar erupted inside the courtroom.

The wizards of Wizengamo on the platform whispered among themselves, their voices rising and falling in a cacophony of discussion.

Although many people had already heard rumors beforehand.

But hearing Fudge's account firsthand still felt somewhat unreal.

A fourteen-year-old cold case.

It's unbelievable that a reversal could happen now.

The person who was originally considered the murderer has become an innocent victim.

The real culprits are the ones who should have been heroes and received the Order of Merlin.

"This is impossible!" A shrill, tearful voice came from the corner of the courtroom.

Instantly attracted everyone's attention.

In the corner, a ragged, sleazy-looking old woman was squatting on a chair.

She looked haggard, and her hair was disheveled and plastered to her face.

“My son couldn’t be a Death Eater, he is so, so…”

The old woman was Peter Pettigrew's mother.

She suddenly stopped talking at this point.

She couldn't think of a suitable word to describe her son.

“Mrs. Peter, it seems we did not invite you to this trial, and you are not a member of Wizengamo,” Fudge said calmly, looking at her.

"Enough of that! In short, my son could never be a Death Eater!" Mrs. Peter's voice suddenly rose, her wrinkles bulging with a ferocious expression.

She stretched out her withered finger and pointed it intently at Sirius Black in the center of the courtroom. "It's him! That man is the murderer! He killed my son, and now he's trying to frame my poor child. How despicable! How shameless!"

The old woman, her face full of grievance, stumbled towards Fudge, then suddenly turned to Dumbledore, threw herself at him, and cried out:
Peter is just a child!

"I think he must have been fooled by that murderer, that Blake!"

“I could tell from the moment they started school that Blake was no good!”

"Merlin! My poor little Peter is so wronged! He was so cruelly murdered by that damned killer, and now he's being framed like this!"

Dumbledore stood up, reached out to support the emotional Mrs. Peter, and then pushed her aside.

He was tall and imposing; with a slight bow of his head, he could look down at the old woman before him.

"Mrs. Peter, everything must be based on evidence."

Dumbledore's gaze first fell on Fudge, then slowly swept over the Wizengamo wizards present.

Finally, it fell on Dylan.

"Dylan."

He heard Dumbledore call his name.

Dylan knew it was his turn to step forward.

However, he had only just stood up.

The disheveled, madwoman lunged at him like a madwoman, grabbing his arm tightly and pleading in a tearful voice, "Tell me, Peter is innocent, he's innocent, isn't he!"

Dylan was somewhat disgusted. If there weren't so many people around, he would have thrown an Unforgivable Curse at them.

He shook his head, stepped aside to avoid Mrs. Peter's tugging, and strode to the center of the courtroom. He exchanged a glance with Sirius, both of them understanding each other.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to present the facts I have seen."

As he spoke, Dylan raised his wand, gently pressed the tip against his temple, and slowly drew out a bright silver thread of memory.

The silk threads floated gently in the air, shimmering with a soft luster.

At this time.

Dumbledore raised his hand at just the right moment, and a ball of clear water appeared out of thin air, slowly floating in front of Dylan.

This is a memory carrier taken from his Pensieve; clearly, the two had discussed this step in advance.

Dylan gently placed the memory thread in his hand into the water.

Then he waved his wand.

The water slowly stretched and flattened in the air, gradually expanding in area, eventually forming a clear water mirror.

Above the water mirror.

The image slowly appeared.

Sirius Black is holding a mouse in his human form, and that mouse is Peter's transformed form.

Immediately afterwards, a spell flashed, and the mouse gradually transformed in the light, eventually reverting to the humanoid form of Peter Pettigrew.

A gasp erupted in the courtroom, the wizards' faces filled with disbelief.

They never expected that Peter was an Animagus!

Obviously.

Peter's actions have violated wizarding laws.

It's important to know that anyone who is an Animagus must register with the Ministry of Magic!
"This can't be real!!!"

Mrs. Peter screamed again.

However, this time no one paid any attention to her, and the image on the water mirror continued to play.

As the conversation between Sirius and Peter the Pettigrew continues...

The truth of the matter gradually came to light.

In the end, Peter finally confessed that he was the murderer from back then.

The courtroom fell into a deathly silence; even the sound of breathing seemed amplified several times over.

In the end, Dylan still didn't release the scene where Lupin transforms into a werewolf.

It only showed Peter's back as he ran away, and even showed him trying to attack him.

"Alright, I think things are clear now."

Fudge cleared his throat, attempting to settle the matter.

"Now, please begin the vote. Those who agree that Sirius Black is innocent and that the fugitive Peter Pettigrew should be hunted down, please raise your hands."

However, some people have expressed their opposition to this.

It was Mrs. Peter.

She screamed, "This can't be! Where did this little wizard come from? Did you all conspire together? You're all lying!"

“Madam, we understand your feelings, but the facts are clear and obvious,” Dumbledore said gently, a hint of pity in his eyes.

"No, I don't believe it, you liars! You're all lying to me! Peter is clearly a kind child..."

The madwoman cried as she tried to gain even a single person's sympathy with her tears.

But the wizards present were clearly not buying it.

A witch sitting in the Wizengamot seat looked at Dylan.

"You seem to know the Patronus Charm? I saw you use it to watch over Peter."

Dylan nodded.

Seeing this, many wizards, including the witch, cast kind glances at Dylan and nodded slightly.

"Compared to an illegal Animagus, I think everyone here knows who to believe: a young wizard who has mastered the Patronus Charm and is so intelligent and talented."

Someone in the crowd said.

Immediately, many people nodded in agreement.

"Yes, that's absolutely right."

"That's exactly it! I always felt that Peter wasn't an ordinary rat!"

There is a large amount of evidence to testify.

The vote results were tallied quickly.

Almost all the wizards present voted in favor.

They unanimously agreed that Sirius was innocent.

And the fugitive Peter Pettigrew should be apprehended immediately.

Mrs. Peter saw this.

The last trace of color drained from his face, and he slumped to the ground in despair, suddenly screaming like a madman.

"I know now, you're all in cahoots! You've teamed up to deceive an old woman like me! Merlin! Open your eyes and see!"