"Very well," Foggy said. "Now that everyone is here, let's begin. Are you ready? "He asked loudly towards the end of the bench.
Allen followed his gaze and saw another witch sitting at the end of the bench, but she was too far back on the bench and her face was shrouded in shadow.
Even so, it could still be seen that she was staring intently at the parchment in front of her, a quill in her hand ready to record.
"The trial of the twelfth of February," Fudge said in a booming voice. The witch hurriedly began to make notes, her head bowed.
"The trial of Sirius Black, the Death Eater, who betrayed the Potters and killed Peter Pettigrew thirteen years ago."
Foggy looked around and continued speaking calmly and powerfully.
"Interrogator: Head of the Ministry of Magic, Connelly Oswald Oswald? Foggy; Head of the Magical Law Enforcement Department, Barty Crouch? Crouch. Trial Recorder: Dolores? Jane? Umrich — "
The woman in charge of recording suddenly raised her head, leaned forward, and revealed her face.
She looked like a large pale toad.
She was short and fat, with a wide, flabby face and a large mouth that drooped downwards.
Her eyes were large, round, and slightly bulging outwards.
The small black velvet bow on her short curly hair looked like a large fly. It was as if she was about to stick out her long, sticky tongue to catch it.
Allen couldn't help but wonder what kind of circumstances could make Umrich, who was only a trial recorder at this time, become a senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic two years later.
"Defendant's witnesses: Albert Harris? Harris, Severus? Snape. "
Allen watched in surprise as Albert and Professor Snape walked in from a corner.
Albert strode forward calmly, looking extremely capable. Professor Snape followed behind him with a gloomy expression.
When Allen saw Professor Snape, he couldn't help but look at Professor Dumbledore on the stage.
Professor Dumbledore was looking at Professor Snape through the half-moon glasses on his crooked nose. His long silver-white beard and hair shone in the light of the torch.
"After our discussion, we think it's better for you to sit in the audience," Mr. Harris said softly. "Unless it's absolutely necessary, you don't have to fight."
Allen nodded. He knew that this was Mr. Harris's way of protecting him. Perhaps it was one of the deals between him and Foggy.
After Albert and Professor Snape stood still, Foggy ordered Aura to bring Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew into the interrogation room.
There was a sound of footsteps, and the door at the corner of the dungeon opened. Four people came in — Blake, Peter, and the two Aura.
"Hmm …" Foggy pondered for a moment, stretched out his magic wand, and shook it gently. A chair identical to the one in the center of the interrogation room appeared.
The Aura took Blake and Peter to the chair. The chains instantly bounced up and tied them up tightly.
Foggy rummaged through a pile of documents and pulled out a piece of parchment from the pile. He took a deep breath and read it aloud — it was the trial of Sirius Black.
After he finished reading, there was silence.
"Sirius Black," a voice said abruptly.
Allen turned his head and saw Mr. Crouch standing up in the middle of the bench next to him.
He looked very serious and said solemnly, "You were imprisoned in Azkaban for thirteen years and never thought of appealing. And now, you're telling us that you're innocent and that Peter Pettigrew is not dead? "
"Yes, you didn't give me a chance to appeal and directly threw me into Azkaban, didn't you?"
Sirius glanced at Crouch contemptuously, "And Peter Pettigrew is right in front of you. Last night, didn't the Aura of the Ministry of Magic use all kinds of methods to confirm his identity?"
Hearing Sirius' sarcastic words, the members of Wesengamer in purple-red robes on the podium couldn't help but whisper to each other.
Crouch's lips turned pale and pursed tightly.
It wasn't until Foggy spoke again that the podium quieted down.
"Please provide the results of last night's trial," Foggy said in a low voice.
Lloyd walked up with the meditation basin, and Dardanian followed behind him with two bottles and some parchment in his hands.
The members of Wesengamer, led by Professor Dumbledore, flipped through the testimonies and information, and checked the memories of Sirius and Pettigrew.
Allen noticed that two of the female members of Wesengamer looked at Sirius Black with tears in their eyes.
"Peter Pettigrew, why did you fake your death to escape?" Crouch saw that the matter of Pettigrew's fake death was set in stone and couldn't help but ask again.
"I lied to everyone, but I had a reason." Although Peter's voice was filled with fear, he still argued.
He emphasized the words he had said in the Forbidden Forest.
Sirius straightened his body angrily, but was pulled back to the chair by the chains.
"Turning into a rat and living in a wizard's house for thirteen years, just to escape from a prisoner in Azkaban. This is too strange."
Before Sirius could speak, a high-pitched voice that sounded like a little girl making a fuss about nothing rang out. It was Umrich.
Umrich suddenly put down her pen and stood up with a fake smile on her face. Her big round eyes revealed an extremely cold expression!
Allen didn't miss the eye contact between her and Foggy just now.
What a natural-born politician. Allen sighed in his heart. Umrich was indeed extraordinary to be able to climb to such a high position in such a short period of time.
There were whispers in the room. The members of Wesengamer discussed and nodded. Obviously, Umrich's words had moved them.
Peter Pettigrew stammered. In front of the reality of him being alive, any explanation would be laughable and pale.
He curled up in the chair, his face pale and cold sweat dripping down.
"Umrich, the court hasn't allowed you to speak," Crouch stood up and said coldly.
Umrich sat down obediently, but her gaze towards Foggy showed that she was asking for credit.
Foggy nodded imperceptibly.
Crouch wanted to ask more, but Foggy beat him to it.
"Since the evidence is conclusive, let's vote," Foggy said quickly. He turned to the right and said, "May the jury pay attention … Those who agree with Sirius' acquittal, please raise your hand …"
Other than Crouch, most of the jurors raised their hands. Some hesitated before raising their hands as well.
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