Hogwarts Gymnastics Professor

Chapter 64 The Honest Dung Beetle
At this moment, Fudge was completely flustered. He kept winking at Rita Skeeter, implying that she interrupted the live broadcast, but Rita Skeeter, who was always smart, continued to hold a quill in a daze as if she didn't see it.

Nodding, staring, gesticulating, and coughing, the people around thought that their minister suddenly had a headache, but no matter what Fudge hinted, Rita Skeeter still ignored it.

There was no other way, Fudge had no choice but to look at Umbridge beside him with pleading eyes.

"Who are you?" Umbridge understood and asked, breaking the embarrassment at the moment.

"I'm Peter Pettigrew."

The trial court suddenly boiled like cold water dripping into a hot oil pan. The wizards in the jury kept whispering to each other, and many wizards in front of the live video couldn't help but screamed in surprise.

No one expected that Peter Pettigrew, who had been identified as a martyr, would suddenly appear in the open court, and was brought by the rumored Sirius who killed him.

"What proof do you have? You need to prove that you are yourself!" said Fudge, his forehead began to sweat uncontrollably, and his voice trembled.

"My mother is still alive, and she can prove that I am myself; besides, I have many friends who all know me; I have also won the Order of Merlin, First Class, and the Wizengamot should have my portrait; Veritaserum and memory magic are acceptable..."

"Enough!" Fudge interrupted Peter Pettigrew. "This man is out of his mind, take him down, and we can prepare to discuss the sentence against Sirius."

"No, Fudge, I think it's necessary to ask again. I think his statement is trustworthy." Amelia Susan Bones, the director of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Department next to Fudge, stopped Fudge .

Fudge suddenly regretted this live broadcast public trial. If it was a normal trial, he could go through all the procedures and vote in full accordance with the procedures. Anyway, no matter what the evidence or the process is, the result will be as he wishes.

The reason is very simple, the jury is basically composed of his people, these people vote not by their brains, but by their buttocks.I have given them benefits, and they have to support themselves.

But now it is not possible to do this during the live broadcast. After all, the position of the Minister of Magic is elected by all wizards, and you can't lose face if you lose anything.

Fudge felt as uncomfortable as if he was being roasted on the fire.

The Auror on the side has already rushed to get the portrait left by the Wizengamot when he awarded Pettigrew Peter the First Class Medal.

Fudge, who had longed for these Aurors, or any other Ministry staff, to be as stupid as possible so that he could be a Minister for life, now wished for the Auror to be a little more quick-witted.

About a minute later, the Auror came back, holding the portrait in his hand, panting deliberately to show off his enthusiasm, and when he handed the portrait to Fudge, he smiled respectfully at Fudge as if It's like taking credit for your actions.

Wine bags and food bags, dung making machines, brains are not as good as trolls, and his own toes are better than this man's brains, Fudge kept cursing this Auror in his heart.

He didn't even think about it, how could a person who was used to sycophancy, a person who was only pointing fingers yesterday, suddenly develop the courage and wisdom to disobey the orders of his immediate superiors?

There was no way, Fudge could only carefully compare this portrait with the man turned from a mouse in front of him.

Suddenly, the portrait of Peter Pettigrew opened his mouth. He pointed to Peter in the audience and asked, "Didn't you say that I was dead? How come I came back to life?"

It's over!This was Fudge's first thought, Peter Pettigrew's portrait recognized him, how does this idiot speak without looking at the occasion at all.

There was no way, Fudge continued: "Get the Veritaserum." This time he didn't let the Auror go, but made a gesture for Umbridge to get the Veritaserum himself.

Umbridge went for about 2 minutes and came back, and then she raised the potion bottle in her hand and said to the members of the jury: "This is a bottle of Veritaserum, Sir Caput, please verify it." Then Passed the vial to a juror in the front row.

Caput announced after visual observation, fan-smelling and other methods: "This is indeed a cup of Veritaserum, and it is within the validity period."

Then Umbridge fed the potion to Peter Pettigrew, and said in a voice that only the shadow clone of Lockhart who turned into a quill could hear except for her and Peter Pettigrew:

"It's just a glass of salt water. If you say you're not Peter, you'll die, you know?"

Sure enough, Lockhart, who was watching the live trial with the students in Azkaban, couldn't help laughing. The potion and the inspection just now were both fake. Fortunately, he had prepared early.

Umbridge's plan is destined to fail, because Peter Pettigrew has been fed an overdose of Veritaserum, exactly how much?
Lockhart could say that if Peter's excrement was eaten by the dog, and if the dog's excrement was eaten by some dung beetle, then this dung beetle would be the most honest dung beetle in the world, telling only the truth all its life.

With his last hope, Fudge asked Peter in the audience: "Answer me honestly, who are you? This is related to whether you will be sentenced to death!"

"I'm Peter Pettigrew!" Peter said the same name again.

Now, whether it was the jury members present, the ordinary wizards watching the excitement in various bars, or the student professors at Hogwarts, everyone who watched the trial knew that things would not be so simple.

Amelia Susan Bones, director of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, quickly realized this, and she quickly asked: "Why are you not dead, is Sirius the murderer?"

Peter Pettigrew, who took an overdose of veritaserum, was constantly questioned by Burns about how he betrayed the Potters, how he blamed Sirius and how he became a mouse and hid for 11 years. The ground said it like beans poured out of a bamboo tube.

Silence, a long silence, this is the ending that all the wizards who didn't know in advance never thought of.

Inside the Inquisition, Fudge and Umbridge looked at each other awkwardly, neither knowing what to do.

And the wizard students of the Azkaban School of Witchcraft and Wizardry actually applauded under the leadership of Stark when they saw this scene. Their hatred for the Ministry of Magic has reached the point of "you are not happy so I am happy".

Looking at the students in the auditorium who couldn't stop applauding and cheering, Lockhart couldn't help feeling that gloating is the root of happiness.

But should we gloat in the face of our enemies' plight?Lockhart's answer is no!The schadenfreude pot is wrong.

Sirius said in the trial court: "In addition, there are some evidence and witnesses that Professor Lockhart told me. In Azkaban Prison, he told him that he was sent to Azkaban because of shameless framing. Zkaban."

How can we simply gloat?It must be worse!

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(End of this chapter)