Rebirth of the Harry Potter

Chapter 262 Sirius' mental damage fee!

Cornelius Fudge began to feel uneasy.

Because Dumbledore didn't say anything, didn't do anything.

This is by no means his style.

He had been prepared for Dumbledore to yell angrily, but it didn't.

The courtroom is buzzing...

The discussion is getting louder.

Just like a Muggle school, once the teacher doesn't stop it, a small discussion can cause a tsunami in the class.

"Have you all finished discussing? Are you ready to convict? Continue to be imprisoned in Hogwarts? Or let the dementor give Sirius a kiss and fully understand his 'sinful' life?"

Dumbledore said coldly.

Many people have never seen Dumbledore like this. His eyes were shining coldly, and the room was suddenly chilled. It seemed that even the flame of the torch was frozen.

Dumbledore's voice was low, and it rang in everyone's ears like thunder.

He looked at Fudge with indifferent and emotionless eyes, at the members of the Wizengamot who had just agreed with Sirius' guilt, and said unhurriedly: "Wormtail Peter is here, and everyone is ignoring it. He and Sirius Black has been guarded by the Ministry of Magic for dozens of days, is he just entertained with good food and drink? Didn’t he ask anything?”

"Fudge!" Dumbledore called Cornelius Fudge by name.

Minister Fudge flinched, but felt that he was acting too cowardly, so he straightened his chest and looked directly at Dumbledore.

"You ask so many suspicious questions, why not just ask the crucial ones?"

"Why don't you ask the two of them, who is the secret keeper of Lily James' Fidelity Curse in the end?"

"Why don't you ask, did Sirius Black join Voldemort?"

"Why don't you ask, who is the traitor who leaked information and killed his companions?"

"Why don't you ask, were those thirteen Muggles affected by the fighting, or were they deliberately murdered?"

Silence, deathly silence!

"what,

This..." Minister Fudge was dripping with sweat, he sat on his seat, writhing his fat body uneasily.

Some members of the Wizengamot wizards looked at Dumbledore in fear, even in the dark, their faces were so pale.

A mouse-like shrill voice called out: "It's me, it's all me."

Wormtail Peter was imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic. He had been suffering for dozens of days and was in constant fear.

Now that it was time for the verdict, he could no longer see any hope, and it would be even more tormenting for him to hold on to a glimmer of hope of getting rid of the crime.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, he would rather convict him immediately than be hung like this, as if there was an invisible rope around his neck, which could be tightened anytime.

So he raised his head, showing the appearance of a mouse with a sharp mouth, his eyes were sunken and red, and he didn't know how long he hadn't had a peaceful night's sleep.

He yelled like a lunatic: "It's me! I'm James' secret keeper! I told the Dark Lord! I'm the traitor among the Aurors! I betrayed the information of the wizards who rebelled against Voldemort! I Use magic to blow up those weak Muggles! But am I wrong? Isn’t it because you want to fight against the Dark Lord! Why do you want to fight against the Dark Lord! Wouldn’t it be nice to kneel in front of the Dark Lord and lick his shoes like me! If you don't resist, many wizards won't die at all! So you all deserve to die!!"

After finishing the call, Wormtail Peter gasped heavily.

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

Harry commented: "Bad taste."

But when I think about the woman Rita Skeeter kneeling in front of me and kissing the tip of my shoe, I don't seem to hate it...

So Harry knew himself better. It turned out that what he hated was not that wizards were willing to be dogs, but what he hated was not being his own dog.

The short gray-haired witch who sat above was Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

She clutched her chest, feeling agitated and unable to calm down.

She has been the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for more than ten years. She has seen all kinds of wizards, big and small, but this is the first time she has seen someone like Wormtail Peter.

She exhaled slowly, with a voice like a bell, and said solemnly: "The truth is already very clear."

"Now, the jury is starting to make a verdict. Please raise your hand if you agree that Peter Wormtail is guilty."

"brush!"

All members of the Wizengamot raised their hands.

Even if some of them were dissatisfied with Dumbledore, they did not dare to make trouble in the face of this obvious fact, otherwise they would be sprayed to death by others. Not only do you have to lift it up, but you also have to hold it high.

Dumbledore silently remembered the wizard who was particularly outstanding at this time.

"Okay, put it down. Now the verdict, if you agree with Sirius Black's innocence, please raise your hand."

Not surprisingly, it was unanimously approved again.

Fudge's face was gray, but not as good as Barty Crouch beside Harry. You know, thirteen years ago, he ordered Sirius Black to be imprisoned directly in Azkaban without trial.

Now that the case has been overturned, this is a big stain on his political achievements. It is estimated that his current position as the director of the International Magical Cooperation Department will be lost.

It's not over yet.

I thought that the sentence of life imprisonment for Wormtail Peter Azkaban would end the matter, but Dumbledore still had something to say.

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

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

Is it possible to say that the acquittal is over?

No wizard would have thought that Dumbledore would actually talk about the issue of compensation, but on second thought, it was Azkaban, and if there was no compensation for this, then the law would be a joke.

"How much do you think is appropriate?" asked Amelia Bones.

"Well... the Ministry of Magic needs to set aside 8.35 million Galleons for Sirius Black's mental damage."

"hiss!"

So scary!

The moment the more than two hundred wizards in the audience heard this number, they couldn't help but gasped!

The air in the courtroom was sucked dry at once.

All the torches were extinguished.

"Luminescence flickering."

There was a sound of chanting like this.

The wizards held up their wands one after another, and the light was much brighter than the torches.

More than two hundred incandescent lamps illuminate every detail of the room.

All the wizards still echoed the number that Dumbledore said, it was too scary, too terrifying.