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As everyone took their seats, the entire courtroom gradually became quiet.

Cornelius Fudge was sitting in the middle of the row of benches in front. He stood up, looked around, and said:"Everyone is here, let's get started. Are you ready?"

He asked loudly towards the other side of the bench..

Levin followed his gaze and saw another witch sitting at the end of the bench. She was short and fat, with a wide, saggy face, like a big pale toad.

Even if she has never met her, Levin can guess her identity through this iconic appearance. She is Fudge's confidant, Umbridge.

At this time, she did not have as much power as she did two years later. She only served as Fudge's assistant and did some record-keeping work during the trial. The fat woman was staring at the parchment in front of her intently, holding a quill in her hand to record.

"The trial on February 12th," Fudge said in a booming voice, and the witch hurriedly began to take notes, her head lowered.

"Trial on the case of Death Eater Sirius Black betraying the Potters and killing Peter Pettigrew 13 years ago"

"Interrogator: Minister of Magic, Cornelius Walder Fudge; Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Jaina Proudmoore; former Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Barty Crouch. Trial Recorder: Dolores Jane Umbridge;"

"Defendant witnesses: Leven Green, Nymphadora Tonks, Severus Snape."

Levan walked off the stage and joined Tonks and the Potions Professor.

After they arrived at the witness stand, Fudge ordered the Aurors to bring Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew into the deliberation room. There was a sound of footsteps, The door at the corner of the dungeon opened, and four people walked in - Black, Peter and two Aurors.

"Well……"Fudge looked at the dock with only one chair, and his face twitched,"Okay... I think we need to get another chair. Umbridge, can you……"

Looking at the poor look of the Minister of Magic, Levin could n't help laughing. He didn't want the trial to be interrupted like this, so he stretched out his right hand, summoned the wand, and then shook it slightly;

"【Duplicate】！"

The next moment, an identical chair appeared next to the chair in the dock.

He also thoughtfully created a railing between the two chairs to prevent the two people sitting in the dock from fighting.

"Oh, excellent Transfiguration Charm, Mr. Green, but this isn't Hogwarts, so I can't give you points for that."Dumbledore on the stage showed a satisfied smile to Levin.

Fudge also nodded and said:"Thank you for your help, Mr. Green, but as a young wizard, you can't... uh... forget it."

He instinctively wanted to point out that young wizards are prohibited from using magic outside of school, but he remembered that Levine had helped the Ministry of Magic complete the task of slaying dragons, so he didn't say anything in the end.

Now, the Aurors could separate Black and Peter. After being escorted to the chair, the chains popped up instantly, binding them tightly.

Fudge rummaged through a pile of documents, pulled out a piece of parchment from the pile, took a deep breath, and read aloud What came out was the original verdict against Sirius Black.

Through this verdict, everyone gradually recalled all the details of the Sirius case.

After Fudge finished reading, a voice sounded:

"Sirius Black,"

Levin turned his head and saw old Barty Crouch standing up.

He looked very serious and said seriously:"I have a very important question to know, why are you in Azkaban? After being detained for thirteen years, I never thought of filing a complaint. And now, you tell us that you are innocent and Peter Pettigrew is not dead?"

"What is the reason for this?"

He looked into Blake's eyes, as if trying to silence him through force.

But Blake ignored him.

"That's because you didn't give me a chance to appeal. You just threw me into Azkaban without going through a strict trial, right?

Sirius glanced at Crouch contemptuously,"And whether Peter Pettigrew is dead or not, you don't need me to tell you at all, because he is right in front of you." Were the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic still unable to determine his identity for an entire night?"

Hearing Sirius's sarcastic words, the Wizengamots in purple robes couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

They all knew that Sirius was right.

Under normal circumstances, all cases about wizards will be handled by The Wizengamot serves as the jury responsible for the verdict, and even the minister cannot influence the verdict.

But there is an exception.

During the First Wizarding War, in order to deal with the endless stream of Death Eaters and dark wizards, the then Legal Enforcement Department Chief Barty Crouch led a new body, the Magical Law Council.

The Magical Law Council was lower-level than the Wizengamot and consisted of a judge, a panel of members, and a jury. The judge was also served by Barty Crouch himself.

The Magical Law Commission was primarily responsible for the review of Death Eater trials at the time, and had the power to rule on criminal cases and examine information provided to them by convicted criminals. Shortly after the end of the

First Wizarding War, Crouch campaigned for the Commission. The minister was dismissed after his failure.

In fact, the existence of the Magical Law Commission was an infringement of the power of the Wizengamot, to which the Wizengamot was quite opposed.

And Sirius was imprisoned after the Magical Law Commission also existed.

The Wizengamot's reaction made Barty Crouch's face turn pale and his lips pursed tightly.

It wasn't until Fudge spoke again that the podium became quiet.

"Please provide the results of last night's review."Fudge said in a deep voice.

Two Aurors, one came up with a pensieve, and the other held two memory bottles and some parchment in his hand.

Levin glanced at Jaina, and then the deputy director of the Department of Legal Enforcement The director stood up and said:"Now, I apply for one of our witnesses, Levin Green, to show us some evidence."

"application passed. Fudge said cooperatively.

Then Levin left the witness stand, went to the evidence stand, poured the memory in one of the memory bottles into the pensieve, and then pointed the wand at the pensieve:

"【Powerful Phantom】！"

The scene that originally had to be seen by immersing the head in the pensieve suddenly appeared in the center of the courtroom under Levin's superb illusion magic, just like a huge 3D holographic projection movie, the scene in the memories of Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. , vividly displayed in front of everyone's eyes.

The Wizengamot were in an uproar.

They had never seen this kind of spell before, but now their eyes were opened. It was such a real scene that they could even feel the breeze and smell the smell.

The eyes looking at Levin were full of wonder and admiration.

This little wizard had surprised them more than once. Maybe he would be another Dumbledore in the future.

As for Dumbledore himself, he looked at Levin with even more complicated eyes.

He seemed to have been underestimating the boy's talent and ability.

In short, Levine acted out the memories of the two people in the courtroom just like acting in a movie, which made all the Wizengamot members enjoy watching it.

This also greatly reduced their time to review the evidence.

Otherwise, a If you go to see the pensieve, you have to see the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse.

After the memory ended, Levin noticed that there were many female members of the Wizengamot, and there were actually tears in Sirius Black's eyes when he looked at them.

"I object," Crouch stood up and said,"memory is too subjective, too easy to change, and is not sufficient as evidence."

"You're right, Crouch," Gianna also stood up and said coldly,"but this doesn't seem to be the point you made. Didn’t you lead the famous Pensieve Trial?"

As the first implementer of the plan to defeat Crouch, she finally stood up and began to directly confront the opponent.

"Sirius was originally convicted by your Pensieve Trial, so why can't you use the Pensieve Trial to exonerate him now?"

Jaina's words were so sharp that Barty Crouch Sr. was choked and speechless for a long time.

But Fudge asked:"What do you think, Ms. Proudmoore?" (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"My opinion is that since this trial is a retrial of the original Sirius case, some of the rules from the previous trial of this case should be allowed to be used. Only in this way is it consistent with the principle of fairness."

Jaina talked eloquently.

The Wizengamot people talked about it, and they all thought this statement was reasonable.

Crouch failed to prevent the evidence from taking effect, and could only sit back down, while Jaina began to question the defendant:

"Peter Pettigrew, why did you fake your death and escape?"

"I lied to everyone, but I had a reason."Although Peter's voice was full of fear, he was still quibbling.

He reiterated the same rhetoric he had said before, saying how he was afraid of Sirius and so on.

Hearing this shameless statement again, Sirius was angry He straightened his body, but was pulled tightly back to the chair by the chains (Is it okay?)

"It's unbelievable that a wizard turned into a mouse and lived in hiding in other people's homes for thirteen years just to avoid a prisoner in Azkaban."

A fussing, shrill, thin voice like a little girl rang out, pointing out Peter's problem before Sirius yelled.

It was Recorder Umbridge.

Just now, Levin saw Fudge's eyes indicating, So she stood up immediately without even a trace of hesitation.

"Umbridge, the court has not allowed you to speak."[]

Crouch stood up and said coldly.

Umbridge sat down obediently, but looked at Fudge with a look of asking for credit.

Fudge nodded slightly.

What a born politician.

Levin sighed in his heart.

Although Umbridge was indeed disgusting, she was really good at adapting to the situation and pushing the high and suppressing the low.

No wonder she could climb to a high position in a short time in the future.

There was another murmur in the room, and the members of the Wizengamot were talking and nodding.

Obviously, Umbridge's words moved them.

Peter Pettigrew was curled up in his chair, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely.

In front of the reality of his life, any explanation seemed feeble.

Crouch wanted to ask, but Fudge beat him to it.

"Now that the evidence is conclusive, let’s take a vote."