Chapter five hundred and seventy seventh heart disease
"Sirius Black, stop!"
Kingsley Shacklebolt shook his wrist with a row of teeth marks, took out the wand from his arms, and aimed at the running figure in front of him. The expression on his face was a little helpless - besides Sirius, there were other people in front of him.
There are Wizengamot members, media reporters, and senior officials from the Ministry of Magic. If a magical battle breaks out here, if there is an accidental injury...
However, before Kingsley's curse could fly out, "Dumbledore" who was interrogating Peter Pettigrew turned around, glanced at the man who was rushing straight towards Peter Pettigrew, frowned, and turned his wrist
He waved his wand casually.
[Doudou] "Stop."
Along with the old wizard's calm voice, a ball of stagnant air enveloped the running Sirius Black.
He felt as if he had fallen into an invisible quagmire for an instant. No matter how hard he used or how violently he struggled, he could not get even half a step closer. It was like a punch hitting a sponge hard, without any trace.
effect.
"Sirius Black?"
"The murderer from ten years ago?"
"Oh my god, how did he become like this!"
"Is this Black? The last of the Black family?"
The reporters surrounding the trial seat, like sharks that had smelled the fishy smell, quickly turned around and looked in the direction of Sirius Black. A series of flashlights illuminated the man's ferocious face, making it look particularly penetrating.
However, compared to the excitement of the news media, the expression on the Ministry of Magic's side was obviously a little bad.
Cornelius Fudge frowned, looked at the Auror behind him, and scolded him rather dissatisfiedly.
"Kingsley? What's going on!?"
"Mr. Minister, I didn't expect him to bite suddenly..."
"It's okay, Connelly, don't get too excited...that's fine."
Dumbledore glanced at Otto Apocalypse, who was standing next to Peter Pettigrew, and saw the old man shaking his head slightly, almost inaudibly, with a glimmer of understanding in his eyes, and persuading him in a gentle tone.
"Besides, some of the next questions require Sirius to be asked as a witness. Now that he has come out, it is time for us to ask clearly about those unknown things back then!"
As he spoke, Dumbledore walked up to Sirius Black and stared into the deeply sunken eyes.
"Long time no see, Black." Dumbledore said softly.
"Professor, please, let me go there...let me kill him. I am imprisoned just for this murder..."
A twisted expression appeared on Sirius Black's face. He looked past Dumbledore and stared at the short wizard with dull eyes and slack cheeks behind the old man. His breathing became more rapid.
"Yes, ten years have passed. But you still owe us an explanation, Blake."
The old wizard's eyes held a kind of indifference and calmness that Sirius Black had never seen before. There was neither disappointment nor anger, nor any joy or guilt. The look was as if he was looking at a stranger.
This made Blake, who had originally focused all his attention on Peter Pettigrew, tremble in his heart and subconsciously looked away.
"Look up at the sky. Harry - the Weasley family - so many people in the wizarding world - all have the right to know the truth! What you have lost is only ten years of freedom, and there are many more people who have lost it.
It’s their lives, their families…”
Dumbledore spoke calmly, without any wavering in his tone, with a terrifying calmness.
"Besides, there are some parts that even I don't quite understand, such as why the Loyalty Charm failed, and what happened between the two of you after James and Lily were killed - Peter Pettigrew is right behind me, having already taken it.
Veritaserum, if you can calm down, then you can go up to him and confront him and help us understand what really happened."
"If you can't do this and are still immersed in your own logic, naively thinking that just killing Peter Pettigrew can undo past mistakes and make up for all tragedies, or do other things that interfere with the order of the trial...
"
Dumbledore raised his arm, pointed to the direction in which Sirius rushed out, and Auror Kingsley standing behind him, and said without emotion, "Then you will be sent back to Azkaban now. Wait until everything happens."
After the trial is over, read the newspaper or the Wizengamot court's resolution to learn about the whole story of this public trial that has nothing to do with you. Listen, you are definitely not the only person here who wants to kill Peter Pettigrew, but if he doesn't know
If Bu Bai dies, the truth will be covered up forever."
"James, Lily, Longbottom, Prewett, Delborn..."
With Dumbledore's voice, Sirius seemed to calm down a little. The man raised his head and looked at the shining names in the sky, and whispered in a choked voice, which sounded like a big whimpering dog.
After a long time, Sirius Black took a deep breath, looked away from the sky, looked directly at Albus Dumbledore's face with his sunken eyes, nodded slowly, and said in a hoarse voice.
"I understand, Professor Dumbledore, I will help the court interrogate Peter Pettigrew."
"Sorry, Black, you may have misunderstood...you are not the judge or the prosecutor."
Dumbledore shook his head, waved his wand, and lifted the spell that was bound around Black's body. He turned sideways to let the way ahead, and pointed in the direction where Peter Pettigrew was sitting, "You are being held captive."
He was brought out of Azkaban to provide some important evidence and details of the incident as one of the defendants being questioned..."
Having said this, Dumbledore cleared his throat, turned around and looked at the Wizengamot Courtroom behind him.
"In accordance with the Wizengamot Charter of Rights, I request the court to allow Sirius Black to testify in court to assist in completing the interrogation of Peter Pettigrew's case. At the same time, based on the high overlap between the two cases, the 'Sirius Black explosion' ten years ago was
The case' will be tried jointly with this case, and the verdict will be pronounced together."
"Yes, this provision does exist. I agree that the two cases will be tried together."
As the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones nodded and replied calmly.
Dumbledore turned around and looked at Sirius Black behind him with a pleasant look.
"Then, Black, please stand in the dock and accept the trial."
"It seems that today's trial is not just for Peter alone? But that's right..."
After a moment of silence, Blake suddenly grinned and replied hoarsely.
Immediately afterwards, the man turned around and quickly walked towards Peter Pettigrew who was bound on the judgment chair. His moist and deep-set eyes suddenly seemed to be burning on his face, emitting a terrifying light.
"Peter Pettigrew, my old friend, it's been such a long time..."
"Stay back! Blake, there's no need to get so close."
Before Sirius Black could approach the judgment chair, a cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and a pale face equally full of hatred appeared in front of him, with disgust and hatred in his eyes that were almost condensed into substance.
"Listen to me, Blake."
Snape raised his wand, pointed it at Black's eyebrows, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.
"If you give me a reason to take action, I swear I will never be soft-hearted. In my eyes, you are no better than Peter Pettigrew. Now, face the trial seat and be questioned... with a loud voice!"
At the same time, at the main trial, the conversation between Dumbledore, Fudge and others also ended.
Cornelius Fudge straightened his collar, walked to the center of the main court, picked up a piece of parchment, looked at it carefully, cleared his throat and read aloud.
"Sirius Black, ten years ago, you were sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban Wizarding Prison for taking refuge in a mysterious man and killing thirteen Muggles and Peter Pettigrew in the street - now Peter Pettigrew, an important witness from that year,
It appears that there may be major deviations in the true facts, and the Wizengamot Tribunal decided to retry the case that year."
"I, Cornelius Oswald Fudge, as the then Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Disasters and now the Minister of Magic, am responsible for all inquiries regarding this case. Now, please answer the following questions truthfully."
"Sirius Black, from around 1980 to the present, have you ever joined the Dark Forces or provided intelligence to a mysterious person? Are you aware of the fact that Peter Pettigrew has become a Death Eater?"
Cornelius Fudge asked, glaring at Sirius Black from above the parchment.
"Me? Voldemort's spy?!"
Sirius's face twitched violently, as if someone had hit him with a whip.
"I would rather deal with Voldemort and fight to the death than kiss that perverted lunatic's robe. As for Peter, well, if I had known that he was a spy, there is no way he would be alive today."
"Is what Peter Pettigrew and Sirius Black said true?"
Cornelius Fudge shivered uncomfortably and shifted his gaze to Peter Pettigrew next to him.
"Yes." Peter Pettigrew replied.
"Peter Pettigrew, I hope you can tell us why the mysterious man was looking for the Potters at the end of the First Wizarding War, how Dumbledore organized the resistance during this process, and what role you played and what you did.
thing?"
Cornelius Fudge glanced at the contents on the parchment, suddenly raised his eyebrows in disbelief, put down the parchment in his hand, continued to look in the direction of Peter Pettigrew, took a deep breath, and asked loudly and quickly.
As Minister of Magic, Fudge never considered himself Dumbledore's puppet.
Regarding the content of Sirius Black's inquiry, there wasn't much worth paying attention to. At most, it was just a reversal of an old case. Anyway, he was not the original Minister of Magic, so this was the predetermined outcome of the performance.
In comparison, Cornelius Fudge is more concerned with what happened in the first place, especially the unclear content of Albus Dumbledore over the years, and the legendary "Dark Lord's Resistance Army" directly under Dumbledore.
.
Albus Dumbledore and Hogwarts have always been a concern for Cornelius Fudge.
And this public trial is undoubtedly a perfect time to ask questions.
But what Cornelius Fudge didn't notice was that as he raised this question, Dumbledore, who was sitting behind him, did not have the offended and annoyed look he imagined on his face, with his hands folded on his knees.
on, looking forward with interest, as if he was also interested in what Fudge asked.
On the contrary, there was a faint look of displeasure in the eyes of Professor "Otto Apocalypse" who was standing next to Peter Pettigrew and was responsible for magic protection.
Following Fudge's voice, the old wizard glanced at the short wizard next to him with an unfriendly expression, and his right hand holding the wand moved slightly and almost inaudibly...