"So, Peter Pettigrew betrayed the Potters; blew up a street, causing a large number of Muggle deaths; framed Sirius Black, causing him to be innocently imprisoned in Azkaban for thirteen years …"
Alan noticed that Crouch's expression was so gloomy that it could drip water when he heard the words "innocent people are imprisoned".
Foggy had finished listing Pettigrew's crimes and said loudly, "Those who agree with the charges, please raise your hand."
Sirius Black jerked his head up.
Hands went up one by one. There were quite a lot of hands … more than seventy percent!
Blake's breathing quickened. He wanted to count properly, but before he could finish, Foggy said, "Those who agree with the charges, please raise your hand."
Crouch looked around. There were six or seven people looking at him.
His hand moved slightly, but he didn't raise it in the end.
Foggy couldn't help but show a victorious smile on his face. "Mr. Crouch, you didn't raise your hand twice? Do you mean … "
Crouch pursed his lips and didn't say a word.
"Okay," Foggy's tone was obviously relaxed. "Then I can take it that you have no objections to the verdict of the two of them?"
"Of course." Crouch squeezed these two words out of his mouth. It seemed to take all his strength.
"Okay, now, we have reached an agreement on the outcome of the trial. Sirius is acquitted and should receive reasonable compensation. The specific compensation will be discussed after the meeting. And Peter Pettigrew should be punished. "
"Now, I ask the jury to vote," Foggy said loudly. "Those who agree with me that Peter Pettigrew should be sentenced to receive the most extreme punishment in Azkaban — the kiss of a Dementor, please raise your hand!"
Foggy scanned the jury members with a serious expression. He had his own selfish motives. This case couldn't be overturned. He needed to suppress Crouch's authority and completely defeat this old rival who had once posed a serious threat to his position as minister.
The jury was silent. The kiss of a Dementor was truly frightening.
"Isn't it too much to suck out a person's soul?" Professor Dumbledore suddenly asked. "Why not sentence him to life imprisonment in Azkaban?"
Foggy glanced at Dumbledore, knowing that the greatest light Magus in history couldn't bear it. Besides, he had always been against cruel punishments like the Soul Dementors' Kiss.
He did not directly reject Dumbledore's suggestion. Instead, he said in a deep voice, "Everyone, think about the Porters. Think about what you just saw in the meditation basin!"
Fudge's tone was extremely heavy, which made Professor Dumbledore, who thought of the Porters and Harry, fall silent.
"What would have happened if Blake had been caught by the Dementors instead of Peter Pettigrew?" he asked meaningfully.
There was no doubt that Blake, who had successfully escaped from Azkaban, had infuriated the Soul Dementors. Once they caught Blake, what awaited Blake wouldn't be today's deliberation, but a Soul Dementor's kiss.
A few witches in the jury were the first to raise their hands. Although women were soft-hearted, they were also the most likely to hate evil.
They thought of the scene they had seen in the meditation basin. The handsome male Magus had a look of despair in the dark prison, growing thinner by the day …
How pitiful Blake's situation was in the past, and how disgusting the Dementor was now!
Gradually, more and more people raised their hands. They looked at Peter the Little Dwarf as if they were looking at a pile of mud, and they were disgusted.
Umrich's eyes flashed. She was the first to raise her hand, even though she didn't have the right to vote.
Mr. Crouch still didn't raise his hand, but this time, Foggy directly ignored his opinion and ignored it.
"Then, carry it out immediately." Foggy's face revealed an unprecedented decisiveness and coldness.
"Wait!" a voice shouted.
It turned out to be Sirius Black!
"Blake, do you have an objection?" Foggy asked in surprise. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that the one who stood out to object was Blake.
Tears streamed down the Dementor's face. He stared blankly at Blake, a glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes.
Blake looked at him in disgust. He turned his head away and said loudly, "I am willing to use all my compensation in exchange for a right."
Everyone looked at Blake.
"I want the right to watch the execution in person! I want to see his soul being sucked away by the Dementor! "
Blake said loudly, as if venting his thirteen years of resentment.
As long as he didn't let him live. Foggy's heart calmed down. "Yes, I think he can obtain such a right. Of course, we still have to give him the compensation he deserves. "
The jury nodded. It wasn't hard to understand Sirius's current emotions if they were in his shoes.
The glimmer of hope in Peter Pettigrew's eyes was extinguished. What replaced it was endless despair and fear.
Soon, the two Dementors walked into the courtroom and went straight for Peter Pettigrew.
At first, as if making a final struggle, the Dementor wriggled his body with all his might and howled like a madman.
But it was destined to be futile. The chains firmly fixed him to the chair.
As the Dementors got closer and closer, the Dementor seemed to be scared stiff. His eyes stared straight at the Dementor's head.
The chains on Blake's body fell off one by one. He was — free.
But he didn't move.
Blake watched as the Dementors walked towards Peter Pettigrew. He watched as they lifted the hood, revealing a large hole, and sucked away Peter Pettigrew's soul bit by bit.
Blake let out a long howl, like a wounded wolf.
He felt as if his chest was being torn apart. Hot tears gushed out, forming two torrents.
He knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the ground as he muttered to himself.
All the Wizards present were moved.
The pity they felt after witnessing Peter Pettigrew being kissed by the Dementors seemed to have lessened a lot.
The poor Wizard kneeling before them used to be in his prime, high-spirited and vigorous.
Thinking back to all the life he had lived, such a young and beautiful life, he was so innocent, suffering thirteen years of imprisonment and punishment for no reason.
Allen, who was sitting in the audience, felt pity for him. But at the same time, after witnessing the process of the Dementor sucking away a person's soul, he felt a strong sense of danger.
Perhaps, just relying on the Guardian Spell to drive away the Dementors wasn't the best way.
He needed to learn, explore, and find more effective ways to deal with the Dementors.
Professor Dumbledore put his ten fingertips together and silently looked at Sirius, then at Peter Pettigrew.
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