Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 222 Death and Rebirth

Hundreds of eyes in the entire courtroom were fixed on Seamus Finnigan. The kid had never tried to speak in this situation, and his face was pale with tension, his lips and hands were trembling.

"Who are you?" Crouch asked.This trial had lasted for more than four hours, and the trials of Death Eaters these days were one after another, which made him somewhat impatient.

"My name is Seamus Finnigan, a fourth-year Gryffindor student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft." Although Seamus' voice trembled, it was clear and accurate.

Crouch nodded wearily, "Mr. Finnigan, what do you want to say?"

Seamus took a deep breath to calm down his nervousness, "Last year...uh... when school just started last year, I blew up the cauldron in the first Potions class—ahem—" He was so nervous Cough.

Everyone was puzzled, no one knew what Seamus was going to say, even Snape narrowed his eyes.

"Mr. Finnigan, this is a criminal trial," Crouch said sternly.

"I know, Minister-Mr. Minister, I mean .

Seamus gestured with his hand above his head, and his thick accent combined with this out-of-date story looked extraordinarily funny, and there was a burst of laughter from the auditorium.

"Mr. Finnigan..." Crouch's patience seemed to be exhausted, and Seamus hurried on.

"I was terrified and didn't know what to do. Professor Snape wanted to come over and criticize me, but when he saw the fire coming out of my cauldron, he dragged me behind him without thinking."

The courtroom fell silent, everyone was listening carefully, and Seamus' voice became stronger.Hermione closed her eyes and held her fingers together, as if praying silently.

"Then my cauldron exploded," said Seamus, "splashing hot potion everywhere, and the flames shot straight up to the ceiling. Professor Snape was engulfed in flames, when he let out a A very terrifying cry—yes, it’s the one we heard just now, and I now understand that it’s the instinctive reaction of the Inferi when it encounters flames.”

"I was terrified by the fire and the sound of Professor Snape. I thought he was going to die, but he kept me out of the flames with his body. I tried to rush into the fire and get him out. But he pushed me away so hard that he ended up killing the flames with his wand himself."

"Everyone, Professor Snape is obviously most afraid of fire, but he stood up for an ordinary student; he couldn't restrain the Inferi's instinct, but he screamed, struggled, and pushed me to a safe place. No matter what What is he, he is no danger to wizarding society, and you are burning an innocent creature in the furnace because he fears fire!"

Before Crouch could speak, Seamus sat back in his chair with a thud.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron applauded enthusiastically at the words, followed by a small group at the back of the gallery, and eventually half the courtroom applauded Seamus' speech.

Beside Peter, Dumbledore was also applauding.

He turned his head and glanced in Seamus's direction. Apart from Harry, Ron and Hermione, dozens of students from the Defense Against the Dark Arts Club sat together to watch the trial, and even Neville, who was most afraid of Snape, was there in the ranks of students.

Under the cover of applause, Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and asked with great interest: "Peter, what did you do? I think it's unlikely that Seamus will appear in court..."

Peter showed Dumbledore his Ouroboros ring, which twirled happily on Peter's finger like a living thing, as if expressing his pride.

"More witnesses, more insurance." Peter said with a smile.

The applause finally subsided, and Mr. Crouch asked: "Mr. Finnigan claims that Snape once protected the students from the fire. Can anyone confirm this?"

"It is true, Mr. Minister," Percy, who had been recording aside, said, "Gryffindor College was deducted a hundred points by Professor Snape for this matter."

"I think it's like three hundred..." Ernie whispered.

"That's a rumor, they also said that Professor Snape was killed!" Hermione said reproachfully.

"Malfoy crawled under the table in fright," said Ron. "I still remember the view."

Dozens of students clamored to prove that Seamus' words were completely true. Mr. Crouch patted the table, and the room fell silent.

"I think the story of Finnigan is pretty clear," he said. "Well, there is a show of hands for the jury to vote that Severus Tobias Snape should be cremated." ,Please raise your hand."

One after another, some wizards raised their hands, while the rest hesitated. The number of people who agreed and those who disapproved was so close that it was difficult to distinguish directly.

"Not more than half." A young staff member in charge of counting said.

Something heavy in Peter's heart had dropped to the ground, and he saw the vertical line on Dumbledore's forehead unfurl.There was no expression on Snape's face, but he was moving his chained hands slowly and unconsciously.

"Very well, very well," Crouch exclaimed, "the defendant will be acquitted."

As he spoke, he stood up from his seat, his eyes briefly met Snape's, but there was no resentment in his eyes.Members of the Wizengamot, Ministry of Magic staff, and jurors all stood up wearily and packed their things on their desks. The witch among the jurors, who was eager to execute Snape, lowered her head, trying to hide her tears of disappointment.

With a crash, the chain was undone, and Snape stood up from his chair.Kingsley walked over to him and gave him his wand back, said something to him, and he seemed to smile a little before putting the wand back in his robes.

Mr. Crouch and Ms. Burns went out first, and behind them the crowd filed out of the courtroom.Snape put his hands in his pockets and looked deeply at the open door of the courtroom. Dumbledore, Peter and the members of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Club were not in a hurry to leave.

"Come on, Severus." Dumbledore said lightly, "We've wasted enough time on these boring things, there's still a lake of ghouls waiting for us to deal with at school, and there's a banquet at the end of the term Waiting to open it."

They went out together, Dumbledore and Peter leading the way, Snape lonesomely last.Facing the three professors, the students were afraid to talk, so the team walked quietly.

When they turned the corner and were about to walk up the stairs to the ninth floor, they found Mr. Crouch waiting there.

"Barty?" Dumbledore blinked, "It's already so late, why don't you go to rest?"

Crouch shook his head grimly, and walked towards Snape, who held the wand handle through his pocket.

"Snape," his voice was a little weird, "I read your biographical information and found that you were only 16 years old when you died. Be kind to you."

Snape felt a little baffled, but thankfully he said nothing mean.

Mr. Crouch sighed sadly, "It would be great if my son could also be tolerated like this..."

He dropped these words, turned around and walked away quickly, with a gust of wind swirling in his meticulous robe.

(End of this chapter)