Peter Pettigrew was not in good condition, and he was almost pulled by the Aurors to sit on the chair of the judgment seat.
He rolled his eyes with some fear and looked at his former Order of the Phoenix companions on the table.
His eyes were obviously good, and he suddenly found a few familiar figures in the crowd. Snape, who wanted to rush up and kill him, and Professor McGonagall, who had a complicated look on his face, could almost feel that he was trying hard to restrain his emotions.
Lupine...
Just then, he heard a roar.
However, he saw Sirius being pulled by several Aurors to stop him from rushing towards him, his expression was extremely ferocious and twisted, like a crazy old dog.
"Peter! I'm going to kill you!"
"Why aren't you dead yet?"
"I hate it..."
The Aurors were not going to be polite to the escaped prisoner. They pointed their wands at Sirius and whispered, "Quiet!"
Sirius seemed to be crazy and ignored it at all. He just struggled crazily to pounce on Peter Pettigrew.
Finally, the Auror couldn't bear it anymore and waved his wand, "Collapse!"
A ray of magic light flashed, Sirius rolled his eyes, and fell on the chair. The chains on the chair's arms and legs moved quickly to restrain him.
Anton sighed and was about to walk in the direction of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall when he was pulled back by a group of excited wizard bosses.
There was absolutely no way for him to break free. The big guys had friendly expressions, and each of them looked very old. Don't accidentally break the other's bones.
Even the members of the Wizengamot on the trial bench came over and got together during the break.
However, before anyone could say anything, an Auror pushed open the door of the courtroom and rushed in in a panic, with blood on his face and a pale complexion.
Several Aurors quickly gathered around them, and when they saw the Auror staggering and were about to help him, they saw the Auror shouting - "Missile! Hogsmeade village was attacked by a missile! There was a wizard formation
An army of mercenaries appears!"
He supported the Auror beside him, his eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and yelled the last sentence, "The sub-wizard..."
"These Muggle squib wizards..."
He was panting hard, as if he was in an old bellows that was about to tear apart at any moment. His eyes were full of despair, and he smiled feebly, "The Muggle Repelling Curse has no effect on them at all!"
After saying that, he passed out directly.
quiet!
There was silence among the crowd!
The Muggle Exorcism Curse was a curse that was almost forgotten in the corner by everyone. When it was mentioned again, everyone felt its extremely important significance to the wizarding world - with it, the Muggles'
The army is actually nothing at all.
Its invention is like a natural chasm, completely separating the Muggle world and the wizarding world.
But now, it seems that this natural moat, this barrier, is quietly broken.
After the silence reached its extreme, the crowd exploded, whispering to one another.
Anton frowned, faintly feeling that some hostile 'emotions' against him were quietly surging.
"Kid, don't worry."
Mr. Akinbad said with a smile beside him, patting Anton's arm with his old palm, "The Muggle Expelling Curse deals with Muggles, and the so-called sub-wizard mercenaries are no longer Muggles.
, isn’t it?”
Anton was stunned for a moment and looked at the friendly smiles around him.
The old witch Marchbane, a member of the Wizengamot who is nearly two hundred years old, shook her head gently and sighed, "It seems that we are about to meet a new challenge."
When this happened, it seemed that there was no way for the Wizengamot trial to continue. The Minister of Magic Fudge greeted other Ministry of Magic officials in a panic and yelled, "Damn Yankees," and headed towards the International
Barty, the elder of the Department of Magical Cooperation, walked over.
Scrimgeour
With a face as heavy as water, he walked over to the unconscious Auror covered in blood and examined him.
"Ha, we have no evidence that these troops belong to the Yankees, right? Damn the evidence, for this humiliation, the Yankees want us to go to war with the Egyptian Ministry of Magic. They have wanted to do this for a long time!" Minister Fudge ignored it.
He yelled at Old Barty on occasion, angrily pushed the people around him away, and walked outside.
"Screengeour! Gather all the Aurors and prepare for war at any time!" Fudge shouted.
"Sniff, no no no, it must be a misunderstanding."
A blond middle-aged wizard rushed down from the seat and stood in front of Fudge, "It must be a misunderstanding, Minister Fudge. I am George Smith, Director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters of the Magical Congress of the United States of America. I promise, we
The Magical Congress will not have any activities in this area!"
"You promise?" Fudge was so angry that he laughed, "George, you are just a director. Do you think you know everything inside your Magic Congress?"
"Merlin's beard!" George Smith looked a little anxious, "Just think about it, even if we have a wizard army, even if we really plan to attack the British Ministry of Magic, we can't choose Hogsmeade, where there is Deng Xiaoping.
Bullido!"
Dumbledore...
Yes, who would be so stupid as to choose Dumbledore as the primary target when planning to conquer the wizarding world?
Dumbledore followed Professor McGonagall and looked at George Smith with his wise eyes through his half-moon glasses, then looked at Fudge, "Minister Fudge, I think Hogsmeade has always been
Protected by our Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Fudge was silent for a moment, then looked up at this tall wizard who still looked upright despite being over a hundred years old, "What... do you mean?"
Dumbledore pursed his lips, "I think I will handle this matter. You can send an Auror to follow. I just hope..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He pointed at Sirius on the trial bench, "I hope this case will continue to be tried, okay?"
Fudge lowered his head, and the broad brim of his wizard hat blocked his expression. No one knew what he was thinking. Finally, he raised his head, his voice a little hoarse, "Scrimgeour! You go with Dumbledore!"
After saying that, he no longer looked at Dumbledore and turned back towards the main seat of the trial.
Everyone else in Hogwarts also gathered around. Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and others with a serious face and shook her head, "Kids, stay here and don't get involved in this!"
Dumbledore also waved to the other members of the Order of the Phoenix, walked up to Anton, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a smile, "In more than a hundred years of my life, this kind of thing has never happened.
It can only be regarded as a small episode, not worth mentioning."
Anton raised his eyebrows, looked up at him, and spread his hands, "Okay, I wanted to join in the fun. Is there anything you need me to do?"
Dumbledore nodded, "Look over here for me and prevent all unnecessary things from happening. Anton, you know what I need."
"OK."
Anton gestured to the wand he was holding tightly in his hand and chose to agree.
It was rare for Lao Deng to ask for help. This was not an easy task.
Voldemort is resurrected, and it seems that he will become more powerful. The world is in chaos, and it seems that on the eve of undergoing great changes, Dumbledore needs more help.
The powerful Sirius is definitely a good helper.
However, what Dumbledore wants will inevitably be deliberately opposed by some people.
There are even people who hope that Sirius will be imprisoned in Azkaban again, or even hope that he will die.
For example, those Death Eaters who escaped punishment, such as Snape...
Dumbledore smiled happily, patted Anton's shoulder, and walked out.
Professor McGonagall quickly followed.
"Silence!" Minister Fudge banged the gavel hard on the court, with a deep expression on his face. "Everyone returns to their seats. I don't want any third parties.
Force appears in Hogsmeade, otherwise our British Ministry of Magic will regard it as a provocation to us and suspect its motives!"
Fudge, who had always smiled at Anton, looked particularly fierce at the moment, with even a ferocious look surrounding him.
After all, this is the authority of a country in the wizarding world. Even if it is not recognized by many people, no one dares to challenge his authority at this time.
The following trial was almost carried out in a very depressed silence. The trial recorder held the documents and read out the contents of the trial. The sound echoed in the spacious courtroom, making people feel more and more quiet.
Regardless of the wizards sitting at the table or the Wizengamot members at the trial, no one actually cared much about the upcoming trial.
In fact, the news of this kind of interrogation involving major forces has been spread to everyone who needs to know the situation through thoughtful people.
In other words, the name "Mysterious Man" makes everyone feel a little distracted. As for Sirius and Pettigrew, everyone doesn't even care.
Oh, it's not like nothing, at least Snape, Harry Potter and others all became nervous.
Although everyone knows that there should be no problems in the subsequent interrogation, everyone is just waiting for the final conclusion to come out.
But...
A strange laugh interrupted the trial recorder.
"Hey hey hey..."
Laughter came from a dark corner of the court room, and then a tall figure walked out with elegant steps.
A smooth head, eyes with vertical pupils like poisonous snakes, and gray-black wizard robes.
In just a moment, everyone was transported back to those bloody years.
"Voldemort!" The wizard beside the corridor screamed shrilly, as if he saw some terrible monster, he ran towards the side on hands and feet.
Not only him, but from where Voldemort stopped, the wizards on the seats around him ran frantically in all directions.
In just an instant, the area was immediately cleared.
"It's really interesting..."
Voldemort said lazily, gently raised the wand in his hand, and shook it, causing the chains on the seat of the trial to rattle.
Peter Pettigrew stared blankly at the Dark Lord, and couldn't wait to break his hands out of the chains. He jumped up excitedly, and ran towards Voldemort with his short legs, "Master! Master!
! Wuwuwu... You are resurrected, you are finally back!"
Voldemort ignored him, just looked around, and said in an elegant tone with a hint of weird snake chirping, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, how long have I been away, and when I came back, I saw you being bullied by Muggles into your home?"
"Does it take another witch hunt to make you agree with me from the bottom of your heart?"