Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 220 Judgment
For a week, there were roughly only four kinds of content on the "Daily Prophet", but the newspaper's printing volume and sales volume were so large that they exploded.

The first is about Peter's heroic deeds in destroying Voldemort, and his undercover work among the Death Eaters more than a decade ago.

The second kind of story about Voldemort's life.

The third is about the Battle of Hogwarts Castle, which mainly focuses on the battle scenes, the destroyed castle, the lake full of ghosts and the dead in the battle.

The fourth involves the Death Eaters who are still alive, especially Severus Snape.

In the beginning, the ratio of these four reports was about 4:3:2:1.

A few days later, the ratio of the four reports became 1:1:2:6.

Positive emotions such as touch and admiration are difficult to sustain in the media for a long time, but sadness and anger are easy to empathize with.

People began to pay attention to the prisoners who escaped from Azkaban, began to question why the Ministry of Magic released so many Death Eaters after the end of the First War, and began to question why the culprit had not been caught.

On Saturday morning, the owl flew over the auditorium, bringing the new Daily Prophet.

Peter unfolded the paper, and on the front page, Snape's impassive black eyes stared at him.

In the photo, Snape had no scars on his face, and looked very immature, about fourteen or fifteen years old. I don't know where they found such an old photo.

On Peter's right, Snape looked at himself in the photo, and Peter suddenly remembered the revenge that Snape mocked him for being "famous".

"Tsk tsk," Peter said with a smile, "now you're 'The Famous Snape' too."

Snape folded the newspaper, shoved it under the plate in disgust, and snorted.

"How can I compare to you?" He picked up a piece of bread, and said eccentrically, "I have gained a bad reputation, and you have gained a good reputation. By tonight at the latest, they will put me in the Ministry of Magic's office." Fuel in the fireplace."

Peter's smile subsided a little, and he glanced at the text, which mentioned that the culprit, Snape, would be tried this afternoon.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Professor McGonagall's expression was stern and worried, and she obviously heard what Snape said just now, "They dare not do that unless they treat wizarding laws like toilet paper... Severus, you will If you are exonerated, you will definitely..."

Speaking of which, her voice became a little weird.

"This poor child," she continued with a sigh, "I encountered that kind of thing at such a young age, suffered so much, and now I finally came back, and..."

"Enough!" Snape put down the bread impatiently, "Professor McGonagall, I'm not a child anymore."

"This seems to be the favorite saying of a certain minor." Peter said casually while picking up a glass of pumpkin juice.

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, the first courtroom of the Wizengamot, on the basement tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic.

It was a dark room, with walls of black stone, without decoration, and dimly lit by the torches, which gave the room the appearance of a high dungeon.

In the center of the room stood a chained armchair, surrounded by tiered rows of benches, the chained chair clearly visible from the seat of each bench.

Dozens of stern-looking wizards and witches sat on benches, with elaborate silver "Ws" embroidered across their chests.In addition, there were hundreds of civilians who came to listen and sat in the back row to whisper.

As members of the Wizengamot, Peter and Dumbledore sat side by side in the front row, while Mr. Crouch sat in the middle of the first row, flipping through the parchment in front of him with a serious expression.

Surrounding Crouch was the temporary processing committee of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Ms. Amelia Bones sat beside Crouch impressively, and Percy sat on the edge of the first row, frantically sorting out the materials.Peter saw no sign of Cornelius Fudge or Dolores Umbridge.

"It's a good omen," Peter whispered to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, smiling.

The heavy black iron door opened, and Snape was escorted in by two dementors. Peter caught a glimpse of Dumbledore frowning in disapproval.

But Snape looked calm, only a little paler, and he was still wearing the same black robe from the morning.

He sat in the armchair in the middle of the room, with his hands obediently at his sides, the chains jingling.He waited a while, but the chains did not come out to bind him.

"Another good omen," whispered Dumbledore.

"Defendant here, trial begins!" snapped Mr. Crouch, and Percy hurried to record.

The room fell silent, and the high black ceiling seemed to squeeze towards the middle.

Mr. Crouch read out the list of participants in the lawsuit, emphasizing that Peter and Dumbledore will serve as witnesses for the defense and cannot participate in the Wizengamot trial as judges.

"Defendant, what's your name?"

"Severus Snape."

"middle name?"

Snape seemed reluctant, but finally he answered, "Tobias."

"Is it myself?"

"Yes."

Frowning, Mr. Crouch turned over a few pages.

"Can you describe in detail your general experience from the time you entered Hogwarts?"

Snape spoke flatly, from the time he entered school in 1971 until his death in the Shrieking Shack in 1976.

"Snape, are you sure you died in 1976?"

"Yes."

"What happened after that?"

"I was made into a corpse by the Dark Lord, and I was under his control."

"Do you have evidence that you are under control?"

Snape raised his eyebrows, "Lucius Malfoy can prove it for me, but..."

Mr. Crouch adjourned the trial to call witnesses.The black iron gate opened again, and Lucius walked out under the escort of the dementors. He was wearing a plain robe, and under the influence of the dementors, his feet were too weak to walk.

The moment Snape saw Lucius, Snape straightened up in the chair, but Lucius turned his face away, avoiding his gaze.

"Lucius Malfoy," Crouch said seriously, "Severus Snape claims he is under the control of You-Know-Who, is that true?"

Lucius' mouth twitched a few times, and Peter's heart hung.

Lucius' testimony is very important. Voldemort is dead. No one has ever seen the magic of creating an infernal body except him. If Snape can't prove that he is a controlled infernal body... But Lucius Will you really tell the truth?

Sweat dripped down Lucius' face, and Snape looked at him, trying to meet his gaze, but he kept his face away.

"Yes..." he trembled, "yes, I witnessed the whole process...he was innocent, I brought his body to the Dark Lord—no, You-Know-Who, and he was killed by You-Know-Who Turned into a ghost, everyone, if you give me another chance, I will never be with evil..."

Peter breathed a sigh of relief, perhaps Lucius was not as mercenary and ruthless as he imagined.

In the end, goodwill overcame everything, just as Snape didn't kill the Lucius family to retaliate, just as Lucius didn't let Snape be executed.

(End of this chapter)