From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

When Ivy saw that there was no Barty Crouch Sr. among the judges who appeared in the trial, he knew that there would be no mistakes in the trial of Peter Pettigrew.

Although everyone agreed that Fudge was not a competent Minister of Magic, as an instinct engraved in the bones of politicians, he was quite adept at engaging in political struggles and oppression. Not to mention that Barty Sr. was only an old dog with a broken back at this time, and he had no heirs yet, so he was not really a qualified opponent.

Sweep this former competitor into the garbage dump of history, and then take away his only power. As a politician who mainly relies on political donations, he has a lot of "business" from the sponsors to take care of. Before the day of judgment for Peter Pettigrew, Cornelius Fudge had already made a perfect plan.

Dumbledore, the Order of the Phoenix, and the professors of Hogwarts needed justice, and Cornelius Fudge needed power. Both sides got what they needed from the bodies of Peter and Barty Sr. This was a real win-win situation.

Moreover, the Minister of Magic can also regard this trial as his own political achievement, using propaganda methods such as the Daily Prophet to build momentum for himself and win more support from the British magic community. This is not only a win-win situation, but Fudge will win twice.

Thinking of this, Fudge couldn't help but smile.

"Your Excellency, my speech is over."

There was nothing new in the testimony. It was nothing more than an introduction to how Ivy discovered that Scabbers was a wizard, and by the way, a description of the situation after they met Peter Pettigrew in the principal's office. These contents had long been written into a document by Dumbledore and sent to the Ministry of Magic together with Pettigrew himself.

Ivy's voice pulled Fudge's consciousness back to reality from his reverie: "Huh? What? Oh! A very wonderful speech! The evidence is irrefutable, I think it can be convicted directly."

Peter Pettigrew, sitting in the middle of a pile of iron spikes, was pale, with sticky sweat all over his body, and seemed to have completely lost the ability to control his body.

Fudge's words caused widespread discussion in the courtroom.

"I didn't know our minister was such a hateful person." Professor McGonagall whispered to Professor Sprout beside him.

"He's not... but overturning Sirius's case is good for him... quite good!" Professor Sprout, who always gets some tea-time gossip from his friends, is not surprised by this.

Hearing the buzzing around him, Fudge realized that he was a little anxious. He looked around, and Amelia Burns, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, who was sitting next to him, was looking at him in surprise. He knew he had to say something else to make up for it.

"Your Honor," said the deputy judge Nott, who was sitting on the other side, in a low voice, "Listen to what Mr. Black has to say. He is the most important witness today."

"Yes." Fudge nodded subconsciously, and then cleared his throat to ease the embarrassment, "Thank you for your testimony, Mr. Doom. Please return to your seat. Sirius Black, as a parole witness, do you have anything to say?"

"Thank you." Sirius's demeanor is no longer as crazy as before. He has regained his composure, but the deep hatred in his eyes has not disappeared. At this point, he has discovered that today's trial is just a formality, and Peter Pettigrew will definitely be found guilty.

"On Halloween twelve years ago, Voldemort..."

Sirius's story was interrupted just as it began.

Amelia Burns said, "Please call him the mysterious man, Mr. Black."

"...Okay," Sirius nodded gloomily, "On the day when the mysterious man took action, we were preparing to celebrate Christmas a little, but suddenly received a warning from Professor Dumbledore... I felt uneasy in my heart, so I left the main force of the Order of the Phoenix and went to Peter Pettigrew's residence alone..."

"...I was worried that he had been captured by the enemy, but I felt that with his ability to escape, he would be safe."

"Sure enough, Peter's house was clean, without even a trace of fighting... I was thinking at the time that he must have escaped."

"So I went to Godric's Hollow again to visit my good friends, James and Lily, and my godson Harry..."

"...There was only a ruin, and Hagrid holding little Harry... I asked him to give Harry to me, after all, I was Harry's godfather. But Hagrid refused, saying Dumbledore sent him, and Harry would never hand him over to anyone before he met Dumbledore. "

"Dumbledore is trustworthy, I thought. So I left everything else to Hagrid and set off with only my wand."

"What I feared most happened... Peter betrayed everyone and sold the address of the Potters... I had only one thought in my mind at the time, to find him and kill him!"

"But I didn't do it... Peter found me first..."

"On a street full of Muggles, he jumped out from behind me, said a lot of nonsense, and then attacked me."

"I was completely out of control at the time. I didn't know what he said at all, and I attacked without thinking."

"The battle didn't last long. A spell suddenly exploded behind Peter. Pedestrians on the street couldn't dodge in time. Broken limbs were everywhere, and Peter disappeared. "

"...I had no doubts. I thought I used a magic I didn't understand in extreme anger. Even if this spell killed so many Muggles, I wouldn't regret it as long as I could kill Peter..."

"But in fact, Peter cut off his little finger and faked the scene of his own death... He lived freely as a mouse for twelve years, while I rotted in the dark Azkaban..."

"The only thing I regret is that I didn't really kill you! Peter!" Sirius roared with red eyes.

"He lied!" Peter shouted so clearly for the first time, and was immediately stopped by the Auror beside him.

Preconceived situations are not uncommon in the trial court. Many viewers were infected by Sirius' emotions, frowning and staring at Peter in the iron cage with disgust.

"Very good! Very impressive!" Fudge seemed to want to stand up and applaud, but tried to restrain himself. He said to the clerk below, "Did you write it down?"

After receiving a positive answer, Fudge said with satisfaction: "I think we can start voting... However, we all know that no procedure should be abandoned, so Peter Pettigrew still needs to plead guilty. But this mouse who has been hiding his identity for twelve years obviously has no intention of telling the truth... If there is any way..."

A black shadow stood up in the direction of the Hogwarts professor jury.

"Mr. Minister," Snape said, "I think I can provide some help."

"Oh?" Fudge raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Yesterday, the students in the sixth-year potion improvement class were learning the preparation of truth serum, and I put a bottle of less successful student work in my pocket. Although it looks very clumsy, I am sure it can play a little role in the truth serum. If the court is interested..."

Snape took out a delicate small bottle from his pocket. It is hard to believe that it is the student work he mentioned.

"Great!" Fudge laughed. He just needed Peter Pettigrew to say "yes". He didn't care whether the truth serum was the student's work or not. "I believe your student must have received the true teachings of the potion master."

So an Auror beside Peter left his position and walked towards Snape.

Peter, who saw this scene, screamed in horror and tried to turn into a mouse and escape from the iron cage. But the iron cage above his head was prepared for this.

Although he successfully grew black and slightly bald mouse hair, he did not reduce his size. He looked more like a real mouse.

Peter struggled hard, and even though the sharp thorns in the iron cage made his body bleed, he did not stop trying.

His nose soon turned into a pink pointed nose of a mouse, with two thick whiskers, and yellow big teeth protruding from his mouth, even scratching his own lips.

No matter how hard Peter Pettigrew tried, he could not really break free from the Ministry of Magic's restraints. Although he was becoming more and more like a mouse, his size did not change at all.

"Too disgusting..." Fudge showed a disgusted expression, "Is there any need to continue the trial?"

"Ah... Peter." Dumbledore, who had not said a word during this trial, finally spoke, "Keep the last bit of dignity for yourself, I will help you fight for permanent imprisonment."

"Really?" Peter's voice was filled with the rustling of a mouse.

"I promise." Dumbledore answered simply.

After hearing Dumbledore's answer, he stopped trying to turn into a mouse and gradually restored his human form.

When the Auror came to him with Snape's vial, he had a lot of psychological struggles, and finally opened his mouth and swallowed all the potion obediently.

"Cough cough!" Peter coughed violently, trying to stretch his neck to relieve the discomfort in his throat. If his hands were not tied, he would definitely be scratching his throat at this time.

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9!

Sirius' heart skipped a beat, and he stared at Peter with expectant eyes.

Peter Pettigrew also noticed his gaze, and then immediately looked at the smiling Snape in horror.

In the boundless fear, he felt his breathing gradually become smoother...

So Peter let out a long breath. Sirius immediately turned his head to look at Snape, who was smirking at him in the jury.

"Are you Peter Pettigrew?" Fudge asked.

"Yes." Peter replied.

"It seems that the truth serum has taken effect," Fudge was very satisfied, "Then I will ask briefly, do you admit that you leaked the address of the Potters to the mysterious man and caused their death?"

"I admit it." Peter Pettigrew said with difficulty.

"Great!" Fudge was very excited, "Now let's move on to the voting stage! Please raise your hands if you think the prisoner Peter Pettigrew is convicted!"

Almost no one thought carefully, and a forest of arms stood up in the courtroom.

"Unanimous vote! The charges are established!" Fudge said impatiently, "Then I propose that Sirius Black be acquitted, and Peter Pettigrew be sentenced to a Dementor's kiss for all his crimes!"

"I object." Dumbledore's voice was very clear. Peter Pettigrew's eyes lit up with hope of life.

"Then let's vote again on Peter's punishment!"

As arms were raised one by one, the light in Peter Pettigrew's eyes dimmed, and his only remaining hope was on Dumbledore.

Fudge smiled at Dumbledore proudly: "I'm afraid the authority of the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot doesn't work here, Albus."

Dumbledore just shook his head and said nothing, but Fudge saw this as a retreat and also as his victory.

So he waved his hand violently, and the two Aurors who couldn't wait immediately dragged Peter down with his chair.

The huge courtroom was filled with only Peter's screams and wails.

Sirius stood on the "parole witness stand" with his eyes closed, enjoying the last movement of Peter in the world.

After the last sound of Peter left in the courtroom disappeared, Fudge opened his hands and was about to lead everyone to cheer.

A gloomy man stood up.

Everyone looked over, it was old Barty Crouch.

He just said, "Minister, I formally submit my verbal resignation to you because I am old and feel increasingly incapable of my work, so I want to go home and retire. Please allow me."

As an old pure-blood noble, Barty Crouch knew that in political struggles, a dignified exit is often more useful than a dying struggle. If Fudge does something stupid during his subsequent term, he may still have a chance...

There was an uproar in the courtroom.

Fudge was so proud that he was carried away. Now he only had one news report full of praise to achieve his goal. Maybe one report was not enough, so he had to make the front page headline, and it had to occupy an entire page!

But now he still had to pretend to say: "Oh, this is really bad news. You are a hard-working member of the Ministry of Magic. If I leave your guidance, I really don't know how to carry out the next work. ... Do you have a successor worth recommending?"

"I can't care so much, Mr. Minister." Old Crouch replied lightly, "It's up to you to decide."

After saying this, he bowed slightly and left the courtroom quickly, leaving behind a bunch of wizards who had not yet reacted.

Dumbledore stood up second, and he did not regard this verdict as a victory.

As the headmaster of Hogwarts, his behavior often represents the will of the entire school, so the professors in the jury stood up one after another and followed him out of the courtroom.

"Mr. Doom!"

Just as Ivy's heels left the floor tiles at the door of the courtroom, someone called him.