Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Wayne winked at Dumbledore, who was at the top. Dumbledore noticed and twitched his lips a few times.

The boy also understood.

The lip shape was referring to Fawkes.

He nodded imperceptibly, and Dumbledore was satisfied. He cleared his throat, looked at the parchment on the table, and said in a serious and solemn voice:

"July 1 trial!"

"The trial of former Auror Office Director Rufus Scrimgeour for violating the Ministry of Magic Officials Restraint Act and the Magical Security Act."

Dumbledore's eyebrows jumped.

What a harsh charge.

The first law is actually harmless, just a constraint on Ministry of Magic officials to prevent corruption and bribery, but the second one is the crisis law. Violating any of them is a very serious crime.

"Interrogators: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and O'Brien Sulgaris Selwyn, Trial Recorder."

"Witnesses for the Defendant: None"

"Plaintiff: Vern Northumberland Lawrence, Witness, and Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge."

Fudge patted Harry's shoulder, smiled, stood up, and sat next to Vern.

The reporter from the Daily Prophet patted the two of them.

"Plaintiff, please state the reasons why you filed these two lawsuits against the defendant."

Vern did not speak immediately. He first glanced at Scrimgeour, who had a calm expression but suddenly looked several decades older, and then stood up leisurely.

"It's quite simple. I invented an alchemical item that can store several armor spells and some offensive spells. I want to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic to enhance the strength of the Aurors and ensure their safety."

"But Mr. Scrimgeour thought my price was too high, so he tried to stop me and put pressure on me with the power of the Ministry of Magic to force me to lower the price."

"After discovering that the Ministry of Magic of other countries had my alchemical items, he also accused me of treason."

"I am just a Hogwarts student with no power but a little talent. How can I withstand the oppression of an Auror Office Director? I can only find the Ministry of Magic to help me get justice."

Harry gasped. He couldn't imagine how Wayne could say such a thing.

Grace, who was sitting behind him, could hardly stand up straight. Her chest was shaking. It took a lot of willpower to stop herself from laughing.

The little guy was so funny.

Mrs. Greengrass and Crouch, who were sitting among the members of the Wizengamot, also twitched their lips.

With Wayne's identity... it's really not suitable for him to play the victim.

They wanted to die after hearing it.

Wayne said some more details, and the members of the Wizengamot whispered.

Some people were puzzled, some ignored it, and more people...righteousFilled with anger.

An old man stood up tremblingly, pointed at Scrimgeour and shouted angrily:

"The reputation of the Ministry of Magic is ruined by people like you!"

"That's right!" Another old lady who was about to die: "Scrimgeour, Mr. Lawrence was kind enough to provide a guarantee for the Aurors, but you wanted to squeeze every penny of profit!"

"Cold-blooded thing, how did you get into Gryffindor in the first place!"

A group of people pointed at Scrimgeour and scolded him, making him faint even though he had already accepted his fate.

No...what a heinous thing he did, are you so excited?

Dumbledore shouted for silence several times in a row before letting these old men and women sit down again.

He was also a little confused now.

When did the Wizengamot become so hateful of evil?

"Mr. Fudge, can you testify to Mr. Lawrence's accusation?" Dumbledore asked.

Fudge stood up and said solemnly: "As the Minister of Magic and a member of the Wizengamot, I guarantee that everything Mr. Lawrence said just now is true."

Dumbledore nodded, then looked at Scrimgeour: "Scrimgeour, do you have any objection to the accusation made by the plaintiff?"

"No."

Scrimgeour's voice was hoarse, and he admitted all the charges frankly: "I did interfere with the cooperation between Celia's store and the Ministry of Magic at that time, and I also tried to frame Wayne Lawrence."

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with surprise.

He thought Scrimgeour would refute angrily, why did he admit his guilt so readily?

In fact, what Dumbledore didn't know was that Fudge had already talked to Scrimgeour.

It was meaningless for him to resist stubbornly.

Fudge couldn't risk going to war with the Muggle government to save Scrimgeour.

First, the risk was too great, and second, Scrimgeour was not his man.

Scrimgeour was also very clear about Fudge's intentions. The two reached an agreement that this trial would be lenient and that past mistakes would be forgiven after leaving the job.

That's why Scrimgeour was so happy.

All the charges were accepted, and the next thing would be much easier.

Dumbledore discussed it with Amelia Bones. As the director of the Department of Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones was very familiar with all the legal provisions and quickly determined a sentence.

Three years in Azkaban.

After hearing this result, Scrimgeour's face changed and he winked at Fudge frantically.

Is this what you call lenient?

At his age, being locked up in Azkaban for three years, whether he can come out alive is a question!

Scrimgeour looked at Fudge, and Fudge looked at Wayne, and they were also a little anxious.

It was agreed before that Wayne would help him to facilitate the matter of the First Class Order of Merlin.

Fortunately, Wayne did not mean to regret it, and finally spoke:

"I think the sentence is too heavy. After all, Mr. Scrimgeour has taken the initiative to admit his mistakes. If he apologizes to me, can he get a reduced sentence?"

Dumbledore lowered his head: "If he gets your forgiveness, he can indeed get a reduced sentence."

Scrimgeour immediately bowed deeply: "Mr. Lawrence, please forgive my previous rudeness and offense."

"Okay, I forgive you." Wayne waved his hand generously.

There was another round of flattery from the Wizengamot Wizards.

In the end, the three-year Azkaban package became one year, and Scrimgeour was greatly relieved and was taken away.

So far, the first game ended successfully.

In the audience, Harry's heart was lifted.

"Next, the second court meeting will be held." Dumbledore announced, and then walked back to the audience, and Fudge took his place.

The side door was opened again, and four Aurors brought Sirius and Peter Pettigrew to the dock.

A burst of exclamations sounded, and it was obvious that many people had recognized his identity.

"How is it possible?"

"Isn't he dead?"

"Am I dazzled? Can someone pinch me?"

"Ouch, who is so eager to pinch me with such force!"

A thin witch stood up in shock, muttering to herself:

"Impossible, how is this possible, this is definitely not him."

The person who stood up was Millicent Bagno.

Fudge's former Minister of Magic, after Voldemort's fall, said the famous saying "Resolutely safeguard the right of wizards to revel freely".

The death of Peter Pettigrew caused a huge sensation at the time. It was she who personally handed the Order of Merlin, First Class, and the broken finger bone to Peter's mother.

Such a wretched appearance is definitely rare even among wizards, so Millicent Bagno recognized Peter at once.

Just when everyone was shocked by the appearance of Peter Pettigrew, Wayne looked at the side door.

Snape stood in the shadow like a bat, staring at Peter with his eyes, full of reluctance.

It was really a ghost. Could it be that he was tortured and felt emotional, and he was reluctant to let Peter Pettigrew be imprisoned in Azkaban?

Wayne felt a chill all over his body.

"Silence!"

Fudge knocked the gavel and suppressed the noisy discussions.

"Everyone! Now is not the time to discuss. Let me introduce the case to everyone."

The whole audience was silent in an instant, and the wizards looked at Fudge on the stage with a look of eating a big melon.

Fudge was very satisfied with his control over the whole situation, and his chest couldn't help but stand up a little:

"This case involves an illegal operation twelve years ago, when Sirius Black was sent directly to Azkaban without trial."

"Now, we should listen to the self-statement of the parties involved and make a new statement.Judgment!"

Fudge looked at Sirius solemnly: "Black, please tell me the whole story without leaving anything out."

Sirius looked at Peter fiercely and began to tell the story with gritted teeth.

The audience was also immersed in his story. When they heard that the secret keeper of the Fidelius Charm was Peter Pettigrew, they couldn't help but exclaimed.

And when they learned that Peter Pettigrew had turned into a mouse and hid in the Weasley family for twelve years, they admired his perseverance even more.

This is really patient.

Being a mouse for twelve years, and still being able to not be discovered by anyone, this kind of pain is not How much lighter than being imprisoned in Azkaban.

Even Harry and Dumbledore, who had heard the story several times before, were also moved by Sirius's story full of regret and hatred.

Harry clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could go up and punch Peter Pettigrew.

Finally, he finished speaking, and Fudge gave everyone enough buffer time before knocking on the gavel.

"This is a mistake made by the Ministry of Magic. A good person was wrongly accused, but the real murderer was allowed to go unpunished for twelve years."

"Mr. Crouch, you were the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the time. Do you have anything to explain about this? "

If Fudge had attacked suddenly, Crouch would have been in a state of panic, giving the other party a chance to seize the opportunity to attack.

But he had consulted Wayne beforehand and was not panicking at all.

Crouch stood up calmly: "Mr. Minister, I admit that Sirius was not tried according to the normal procedures."

"But according to Article 17 of Section 8 of the Wartime Regulations, wizards who cause adverse effects should be dealt with expedited. Although there was no trial at that time, Black never defended himself. Am I wrong? Mr. Black."

"No." Sirius said straightforwardly: "At that time, I thought Peter Pettigrew was dead, and I just wanted to go to Azkaban to atone for James's sins. I don't care what kind of crime I was accused of."

Fudge did not expect Crouch to refute so well-reasonedly. For a moment, he became stammering: "I, why don't I remember this law? "

Crouch's serious face rarely showed a smile: "You were only the deputy director of the Department of Magical Hazards at that time, so it's normal that you don't know about this. This is the decree issued by Minister Bagno at that time."

This was a mockery of Fudge for being a small fry at that time. Of course, Fudge heard it, his face turned pale, and he pointed the finger at Bagno in anger.

"Ms. Bagno, what do you want to say?"

Bagenor was unwilling to be ruined, and pointed at Sirius and said:

"Just now, that was just Black's one-sided statement. Who can guarantee that the secret keeper was exchanged? "

Fudge was overjoyed.

This is the reaction of a normal person.

He quickly ordered the Auror to tear off the sleeve of Peter Pettigrew's left hand. When he saw the Dark Mark, Bagno was hanging's heart was completely dead.

But she still wanted to struggle.

"I want to check Black's body."

Fudge looked at Sirius and asked for his opinion.

As a result, before the Auror could do anything, Sirius took off his upper body clothes and showed them to everyone.

Now, no one had any doubts in their hearts. Even if Peter Pettigrew didn't speak, he didn't refute after saying so much, which was no different from acquiescence.

Finally, someone couldn't help but speak...

"I say Black, do you have a problem with your brain? Can the secret keeper be changed just by saying so?"

"Also, you are being imprisoned in Azkaban to atone for your sins?"

"Do you know that it is because you didn't say anything that a murderer has been a hero for more than ten years. Do you think this is fair to the Potters?"

Many people nodded subconsciously, agreeing to the extreme.

Of course they would sympathize, but they would only sympathize with the Potters for not knowing people well.

But Sirius... everyone would only be shocked by his stupidity.

Making a simple matter so complicated and sacrificing more than ten years of his life, normal people would not do such a thing.

Someone muttered, "Gryffindor is worthy of it."

Sirius, who was already so ashamed and angry, wanted to bury his head in the ground. Dumbledore and Harry's expressions were also a little unnatural, and they were sitting on pins and needles.

Seeing that the discussion and accusations were getting louder and louder, Fudge had no choice but to knock the gavel and asked as if he was following the procedure.

"Peter Pettigrew, do you confess to these charges?"

Peter, who had been dazed since he came in, gradually came back to his senses. He turned his head and saw Snape's cold eyes. His body trembled like a sieve and he yelled at Fudge:

"Why are you talking so much nonsense! I did it! It's all my fault!"

"Put me in Azkaban now! Why did you delay until now? Didn't you know it a long time ago?"

"You are the son of the beach and you are the Minister of Magic. Why don't you die!"

"Fuck!"

Both Fudge and other jury members were stunned by Peter Pettigrew's sudden outburst.

What did they hear?

A criminal dared to point at the Minister of Magic and scold him. Is he crazy?

But no one knew that what Peter Pettigrew hated the most was Fudge.

If he could have tried himself earlier and put him in Azkaban, would he have been tortured by Snape for a whole month?

"What are you still standing there for? Judge him now!"

"You...you..."

Fudge pointed at Peter Pettigrew with a trembling hand, and his eyes went dark as he fell backwards.

"Oh no! The Minister fainted!".