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Chapter 2 Evil does not suppress good

Hearing Harry's name, Blake instantly calmed down. Although he had never met this godson, he was the orphan of James and Lily after all, and he really wanted to see him.

After Blake calmed down, it became easier to handle, and he began to tell what happened that year.

Although eleven years have passed, for Black, it seems like it happened yesterday, and it is still so unforgettable and heartbreaking.

"Black, why did you change your mind and let Peter be the secret keeper?" Dumbledore asked the most critical question.

"I thought it was the most perfect plan...a clever trick...Voldemort will definitely come after me, and no one will ever think that the secret keeper is Peter...he is safe..."

Blake said painfully: "The night James and Lily died, I went to see Peter to make sure he was safe and sound, but when I arrived at the place where he was hiding, he was gone, and there were no signs of a struggle...

"

He stared at a pair of sunken eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

"I felt something was wrong and got scared, so I went directly to Godric's Hollow and saw the Dark Mark floating there from a distance.

I saw James' house was destroyed, James and Lily were lying on the ground, and Hagrid found Harry from the ruins... He held the child in his arms, and the child kept crying... There was a scar on his forehead...

The pain must be unbearable..."

"I gently sang a lullaby to put the child to sleep. That's it, that's it. Listen!"

When everyone heard what he said, they couldn't hear any singing, so they couldn't help but look at each other.

Black seemed to be no longer telling everyone about the past, but just talking to himself:

"I gave my motorcycle to Hagrid and asked him to give Harry to Dumbledore... I went after Peter alone, trying to find out why he betrayed me, James and Lily... We

We are obviously best friends...we have lived together for seven years...I trust him so much..."

Sirius couldn't speak anymore. His face was full of tears, like a beast that had lost its companion, and he murmured repeatedly:

"It's all my fault...it's all my fault...I made a big mistake and killed them..."

All wizards fell silent.

Peter Pettigrew was sitting on a chair, his hands and feet were cold, and his face was full of fear. He wanted to cry, but he didn't know why, but he couldn't cry when he heard Black's wailing.

After a long silence, Dumbledore asked softly: "Peter, do you deny Black's statement?"

Peter wanted to quibble, but for some reason he couldn't open his mouth.

Blake, who was only half a meter away from him, also raised his head and stared at him with ferocious and hateful eyes.

If he hadn't been chained as well, Peter believed that Blake would rush over at all costs and eat him alive.

Peter just wants to get away from Black as soon as possible, even...even if he is imprisoned in Azkaban.

"I...I plead guilty!"

The auditorium became noisy again.

Dumbledore raised a hand. Slowly, the hall fell silent.

"You plead guilty? Admit that you killed the Potters? That you framed Black?"

"Yes...yes." Peter Pettigrew seemed to have exhausted all his strength and slumped down on the chair.

The hall was flooded with shouts, and many wizards cursed at Peter.

Rolf was sitting on the chair and heard someone shouting: "Give him a dementor's kiss!"

"

But this is impossible, the death penalty is rare in the wizarding world.

Just like Bellatrix Lestrange and her husband used the Cruciatus Curse to drive Neville's parents crazy, such extreme and unrepentant Death Eaters could only be imprisoned for life.

Azkaban has been a prison for wizards since the 18th century. It has been almost three hundred years, and there has been no prison breakout.

The magic world believes in its detention capabilities!

Dumbledore looked down at Peter, raised his voice, and said over the crowd:

"Peter Pettigrew was accused of betraying the Potters and providing their locations to Voldemort, resulting in their sacrifice!"

"Peter Pettigrew was accused of framing the innocent Sirius Black, sending him to prison for eleven years!"

"Peter Pettigrew is accused of attacking Filch and many other wizards at Hogwarts!"

"After trial, the evidence for the above charges was conclusive, and the defendant confessed to the criminal facts."

Dumbledore raised his head and said:

"I now ask the jury to vote that those who share my opinion that these crimes deserve a life sentence in Azkaban...please raise your hands!

"

Fifty members of the Wizengamot raised their hands in unison. Not only them, but all the participating wizards also raised their hands, although they did not have the right to vote.

"Those who find Sirius Black acquitted, please raise your hands!"

Everyone in the auditorium raised their hands again.

"After the Wizengamot trial, the verdict is as follows." Dumbledore said solemnly:

"Peter Pettigrew was sentenced to life in Azkaban, and Sirius Black... was acquitted!"

Everyone clapped and their emotions reached a climax, screaming like crazy beasts.

The chains on the chair contracted, and two dementors appeared and took Peter Pettigrew down.

Blake also stood up, his face and body twisted in a ferocious manner and rushed towards Peter, but the iron rope on the chair restrained him, he was like a beast chained.

As a witness, Rove stood up. After stretching, he picked up the small black suitcase at his feet and prepared to say hello to Dumbledore before leaving the Ministry of Magic.

He has to catch a ship to the United States tonight!

But a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Fudge came over. He was like an elder to Rolf. He warmly hugged his shoulders and said with a smile:

"Let's go, Rolf, my youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin, come with me to meet the reporters. They are all waiting for you. You are the absolute protagonist tonight!"

Secretary Fudge dragged Rove to the front of dozens of reporters. They held cameras. Every time the flash flashed dazzlingly, the cameras spewed out streams of purple smoke.

"Here, put on a nice pose, Mr. Scamander."

A wavy female reporter enthusiastically helped Luo Fu with his styling. The boy raised his eyebrows and found a contact information stuffed in his hand.

The young witch winked at him.

"..."

After taking pictures, the interview began, and Umbridge named a reporter from the Daily Prophet.

"Mr. Minister, do you think the Ministry of Magic is directly responsible for this unjust case? As far as I know, the Ministry of Magic imprisoned Black in Azkaban without a trial."

The reporter's first question was very pointed.

"What is the purpose of asking this question? Who instigated you?" Umbridge quickly shouted angrily: "The press is not a lawless place. Did you take the American wizard's Galleons?"

"Hey, Dolores, it's okay." Fudge waved his hand magnanimously and asked, "Who was the person in charge of the Blake case?"

"Minister, yes..." Umbridge hesitated.

"Say it!"

"Mr. Barty Crouch!"

"Hey, is it Barty?" Fudge shook his head and said: "Don't worry, everyone, I will investigate this matter in depth and give an explanation to Mr. Black and the public.

As long as I am the Minister of Magic, I will never let a bad person go, and I will never wrongly accuse a good person."

"Anyway, it's still the same sentence!" Minister Fudge waved his hand: "Evil will not prevail over good, and evil will not prevail over good!"





(Thanks to the boss "Just Love Wading Langshui" for the tip.

Second update, tomorrow...noon.)


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