Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 485 The Loyalty Curse

 Luckily, Diana's eyes did not stay on Kyle for too long, but went straight to Peter Pettigrew.

 “Is it him?”

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "Then I'll trouble you, Diana. I believe you can tell the innocent people the truth."

"I will do my best...if he is really the traitor who betrayed Lily." Diana said softly: "But I have to wait a little longer, I am missing an important prop...Oh, they are here."

As she spoke, she turned her head and looked out the door.

 Two more wizards wearing the same black cloaks came in from the outside. In front of them, there was a square water tank floating in mid-air.

The water tank was filled with dark green liquid. It looked similar to a suitcase. It seemed that it could be picked up with one hand, but the two people seemed to have a hard time bringing it over.

Not only was the hand holding the wand trembling, but there was also a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

 Some young staff members murmured inwardly when they saw this scene.

 It's so tiring to transport such a big thing. Is this the level of the Silent Man in the Department of Mysteries? Any third-year student from Hogwarts and above would be better than them.

 It’s a pity that no one explained anything to them.

The two of them walked slowly in front of Peter Pettigrew and carefully placed the water tank on the ground.

There was just a muffled sound, as if someone had thrown a Libre mine in the room. Obviously, the weight of this thing did not match its size at all.

"It's not easy..." One of the people wiped his sweat and said breathlessly: "The usage time is thirty minutes, which should be enough."

"That's enough," said Diana. "Thank you, Bode Crocker."

"It's nothing." Crocker, who had blond hair, waved his hand and said: "To be honest, I am actually a Gryffindor graduate, and I am only one grade behind Lily. She is indeed a good girl, but it's a pity..."

He sighed, not knowing whether he was regretting that she was killed by Voldemort, or regretting that she ended up marrying James Potter... or both.

After the two of them stepped aside, Diana didn't waste any more time. She took out her wand and tapped lightly on the water tank.

　　A ripple suddenly appeared on the surface of the calm water tank, as if something was slowly floating up from the dark green water.

Kyle couldn't help but lean forward.

 Finally, a white thing came out.

It looks like a brain, but it is connected to many long tentacles... just like a brain-shaped jellyfish.

“This is... something kept in the hall of the Department of Mysteries.” Someone couldn’t help but said: “I saw it when I went there to deliver documents before...”

Crouch frowned. Just when he was about to say something, Dumbledore stepped forward.

“I think everyone can’t wait to know the truth. This is the most effective way.”

He bowed slightly and said: "Memories can be faked, but the soul cannot be faked... I assure you as a recipient of the first-class Order of Merlin, the principal of Hogwarts, and the chief magician of the Wizengamot."

 There was silence in the courtroom.

I don’t know how long it took for Fudge to finally react. He knocked on a hammer on the table and said, "I can guarantee that."

 “And me,” Ms. Bones said too.

 In the Ministry of Magic, anyone who holds the position of Director or above knows more or less the secrets of the Department of Mysteries, including the role of the Department of Brains.

 Just for some reason, they cannot reveal these secrets in any form, nor can they be detected.

"Vote now whether you agree to have the Silent Man examine Peter Pettigrew's soul." Fudge struck the hammer again.

 “I agree.” He raised his hand first, followed by Ms. Bones. On the high platform, more and more wizards raised their hands to express their agreement, and the number soon exceeded half, and it was still far more than half.

For some people, the reason why they agreed to send Peter Pettigrew to St. Mungo's was just to ensure that his memory was intact and to get the truth.

 There are better options now, and they certainly won’t object.

 As for Crouch and Pizzita, their silence no longer mattered.

“Sixty-seven people agree,” Ms. Bones said. “Well, let’s get started.”

Diana nodded and used her wand to direct the jellyfish-like brain to float to the top of Peter Pettigrew's head.

Everyone held their breath and watched her every move carefully.

Even in the Ministry of Magic, few people have seen the Silent Man perform this special magic with their own eyes, and they are all very curious.

Especially the things in this brain hall are related to the soul...

However, at this moment, a thick dark blue fog appeared out of thin air, surrounding Diana, instantly blocking everyone's sight.

"what happened…"

 “What’s going on...”

The courtroom immediately exploded. Some people even took out their wands to dispel the blue fog.

 “Be patient, everyone.” Crocker, the silent man, stepped forward and said.

"This is a normal phenomenon. In order to avoid being affected by abnormal magic and other factors... I believe everyone can understand that after all, it involves the soul, and any slight mistake may cause serious consequences. This is also just in case. ."

“Then how do we know what happened?” someone asked coldly.

“You don’t need to worry about this.” Crocker pointed to the water tank in front of him and said, “Everyone just needs to look here.”

At this time, someone also noticed that a slender tentacle poked out from the thick fog and was connected to the water tank.

The dark green liquid was gradually replaced by a sky-blue cloud, making the water tank look like a large prophecy ball.

 The clouds and mist rotate slowly, drawing everyone's attention.

Kyle also stared closely at the water tank.

 About a few minutes later, something else suddenly appeared in the blue cloud.

Peter Pettigrew appeared in the water tank scene. He looked much younger than he does now, and he was kneeling on the ground respectfully.

 The other person who appeared on the screen made everyone take a breath of cold air.

Even though twelve years have passed, they still can't forget the look of that man, his pale face and snake-like scarlet eyes.

 Voldemort!

There were sounds of swallowing all around.

 Fortunately, this scene did not last long.

It seemed that someone used a wand to disrupt the clouds and mist. When they came together again, Voldemort was gone.

  Instead is a string of small golden characters.

“I...Peter Pettigrew...volunteered to seclude the Potter's Cottage No. 17 in Godric's Hollow from my soul...and promised to keep it a secret...and keep my mouth shut."

 (End of this chapter)