Chapter five hundred and seventy fourth those who are late
London time, 10 am.
The sky is the most common haze in the Scottish Highlands, just like the dark clouds hanging over the magical world.
As the last member of the Wizengamot arrived at Hogwarts, the terrain on the Quidditch field began to change. An iron chair appeared out of thin air on the ground in the center, with two threads wrapped around the armrests on both sides of the chair.
Iron chain.
Located directly in front of the chair, what should have been the Quidditch goal post has now become a giant semi-ring-shaped trial platform made of metal and stone. The seats are arranged in a series of steps upwards, surrounding the chair.
At this time, more than fifty members of the Wizengamot court, wearing purple robes and with a delicate silver "w" (the English initials of Wizengamot) embroidered on the left chest, sat in rows one after another.
On the benches that were gradually rising, most people were whispering with gloomy expressions.
In the center of the metal and stone structure of the main tribunal, sits the greatest wizard in the wizarding world today, Albus Dumbledore, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, and on both sides of him sit the current British Ministry of Magic.
Minister Cornelius Fudge and Director of Legal Enforcement Amelia Bones.
In addition, the velvet-flat venue was crowded with reporters from well-known and unknown newspapers and media in the wizarding world. Aurors formed a cordon outside the crowd, always alert to any accidents that might affect the public trial.
On the outer edges of the Wizengamot members, Ministry of Magic Aurors, and media reporters, tens of thousands of wizards from all over the wizarding world were sitting in the high stands of the Quidditch stadium, looking for seats and waiting.
The public trial begins.
Many adult wizards had already found their children at this time, and the family was sitting together chatting.
Even though their families have suffered extremely terrible financial losses, most adult wizards still control their emotions when facing their children. They suppress their sorrow for the time being and quietly ask about the children's situation at school.
After magical transformation and expansion, the area around the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch has now become a staircase-like upward arrangement of spectator seats similar to a non-magical football field. All positions can clearly see what is happening below.
everything of.
In fact, if time was not too tight, Elena originally planned to try to suspend two magic screens above the auditorium to broadcast all the movements in the trial and defendant's seats below in real time. Unfortunately, Dumbledore and Grinder were unable to do so.
The two Wo people collectively rejected it on the grounds that it was "fancy, difficult to implement, and of little practical significance."
"Professor Dumbledore, please..." Bones glanced at the empty judgment chair, "Where is Peter Pettigrew?"
"He is now being jointly guarded by Professor Otto Apocalypse, Professor Severus Snape, Mr. Rubeus Hagrid and others, waiting for the start of the public trial. It was too confusing when you entered the room.
It’s too early to show up.”
"So, Professor Dumbledore, can we start?" Cornelius Fudge asked impatiently.
"You are the Minister of Magic, so of course it is up to you, Cornelius." Dumbledore said with a gentle smile.
The three wizards on the trial stage exchanged glances, nodded, and at the same time drew out their wands and pointed at their throats.
"Loud voice! Loud voice! Loud voice!"
Immediately afterwards, the voices of the three people were like thunder, instantly resounding throughout the entire Hogwarts Quidditch pitch, reverberating in the air, and reaching every corner of the surrounding stands loudly and clearly.
An unprecedented public trial in the British wizarding world finally officially kicked off under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of wizards.
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"Gentlemen and ladies...this is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Albus Dumbledore stood up, his voice as gentle as ever, but the familiar kind smile no longer appeared on the old man's face. The old wizard's expression was calm, without showing much joy or anger.
After a slight pause, Dumbledore's eyes slid over the unfamiliar faces around him and he said in a deep voice.
"Ah, yes, I saw many familiar faces. I remember how you were at Hogwarts. As the Headmaster of Hogwarts, I wish I could say as usual that I am glad to see you all return to Hogwarts.
When we get to school... unfortunately, everyone knows that today is not destined to be a pleasant gathering."
"More than ten years ago, when Voldemort was at his most powerful, many wizards chose to join the forces of the Dark Lord and became Death Eaters, and they did many terrible things with Voldemort... It was very terrible, and countless wizard families became torn apart.
.”
Along with Dumbledore's voice, a cold wind seemed to suddenly blow through the entire Quidditch pitch, and many wizards shuddered subconsciously. After many years, the shadow behind the name "Voldemort" still has not completely disappeared from the wizarding world.
Dumbledore's gentle and powerful eyes lightly glanced at Cornelius Fudge who seemed to want to say something next to him. He shook his head almost inaudibly, then raised his voice slightly and continued.
"However! With the fall of Voldemort, I am very happy to see that the Ministry of Magic quickly regained control of the situation and restored order to the wizarding world. I, we once thought that those extremely vicious Death Eaters who were at large had been eliminated by all of us.
Seize, those stubborn followers of Voldemort have all been killed by us or sent to Azkaban. We can completely leave the past behind and start a new life... But, I was wrong."
"In the long struggle, many outstanding Aurors and kind people sacrificed their lives, future, and health. I have been saying that we need to learn to forget hatred and pain and continue to look forward, but these heroes
They should not be forgotten. For a long time, we only remembered to celebrate our own survivors, but forgot their names..."
"Actually, they are the ones who should be here most at this time. Unfortunately, they are always late..."
Dumbledore raised his wand and waved it above his head.
Along with his voice, golden names and pale golden portraits of male and female witches and wizards emerged from the tip of Dumbledore's wand and floated above the venue, as if the wizards who had fought on the front line had descended here again.
The entire venue was quiet and solemn, and all the wizards subconsciously slowed down their breathing and quietly looked at the names floating in the sky, names they knew or didn't know, and the lines of their contributions and sacrifices below each person.
"elder brother……"
Mrs. Weasley hugged her husband, subconsciously covered her mouth, and let out a sob.
Arthur Weasley on the side had already taken off his glasses and kept rubbing his eyes. He knew most of these people. They were all members of the Order of the Phoenix who died in the First Wizarding War.
I didn't expect Dumbledore to still remember.
Ten years ago, on the night when the mysterious man fell, all wizards were busy celebrating the victory, and almost no one cared about the names of those who sacrificed for it. In the long years since then, all the files have been sealed one after another,
Even the Medal of Honor is awarded quietly on a small scale, and almost no one pays attention to the names of these heroes.
The only ones people remember are Harry Potter, the "Boy Who Lived", and Albus Dumbledore.
The boys of the Weasley family gathered around them, looking helplessly at their parents who had never shown such sad expressions. They raised their heads and looked at the names in the sky, silently remembering that their sacrifices were recorded under each name.
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Slowly, the speed of names appearing in the sky gradually began to slow down.
From a few at a time to appearing sporadically, everyone present already knew that it was not because Voldemort suddenly became kind, but because of continuous sacrifices, the power of the dark devil gradually began to decline.
The wizards looked at the date under the name in silence, as if waiting for the dawn to come. Elena sighed softly and patted the shoulder of the boy sitting next to her, who desperately raised his head to look at the sky.
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"...Marlene McKinnon, James Potter, Lily Potter..."
Almost instantly, everyone's eyes seemed to have gathered here, falling on the face of the green-eyed, black-haired boy wearing glasses, but Harry was no longer in the mood to pay attention to people's eyes.
Harry Potter opened his eyes desperately, trying not to let the tears in his eyes blur his vision. He looked at his parents hungrily, remembering every word that appeared under his parents' names, and felt a strong pain and pride in his heart.
This was the first time in his life that he saw his family. Although it was a little blurry and so far away, if he could have a flying broom at this time...
At this moment, Harry heard a whimper like a wounded animal coming from next to him.
Harry Potter subconsciously turned his head and saw that Neville Longbottom, who was usually the slowest in class, had stood at the edge of the bleachers at some point, holding on to the railing with both hands, looking up at the name in the sky.
Beside him, a white-haired old witch put her withered, eagle-claw-like hands around Neville's shoulders and held him in her arms. Mr. Weasley just introduced that this is how Neville has been living.
Grandma together, Lady Longbottom.
However, this is not an easy time for the Longbottom grandparents.
Just when everyone thought that everything was about to end, behind the names of the Potters, the names and appearances of two young male and female witches emerged again, flying into the sky and standing side by side with James Potter and Lily Potter.
together.
"...Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom..."
"Some tragedies should not have happened... In fact, before this, there was a clue that gave me the opportunity to prevent all this, and even more tragedies... However, because of arrogance and anger, I committed an unbearable mistake.
Forgive mistakes.”
Dumbledore raised his head, looked at the names and portraits floating in the sky, and said in a complicated tone.
"A few days ago, there might have been one more name among them... However, now his position has changed somewhat and he has fallen from the sky to the ground. The only good thing is that there will not be another name because of him.
And rise."
The old wizard slowly moved his gaze and landed on the chain-covered judgment chair in front of him, his expression a bit scary.
"With the witness of the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, with the witness of all living and dead wizards, with the witness of the past, present, and future, accept this belated trial, Peter Pettigrew!"
Chapter 1. From now on, try to have more than 3,000 words per chapter~
I'm still working hard on the next chapter, and I'm writing a little too hard. Maybe I can't write these chapters too fast. I'm sorry~I feel bad~
Pay tribute to the heroes, whose souls will never die, not only in the magical world, but also in the non-magical world, inside and outside the novel, all those who are working hard for a peaceful and prosperous age. Dawn is coming soon.