"Mr. Potter, many people are not as conscious as you." A tall wizard next to Harry said.

The speaker was a middle-aged man with neatly combed short gray hair, a slightly bald head, a short beard, and a majestic face. At first glance, he looked like a big shot who had been in a high position for a long time.

"Who are you?" Harry asked curiously.

"Barty Crouch." The man's voice was loud and deep. It seemed that his name was so admirable.

"Oh..." Harry said in a long voice.

Barty Crouch frowned, but he couldn't feel any respect.

"That's the one who took over as Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, right? That's an important position."

Barty Crouch showed a smile on his face: "Not bad..."

Then I heard Harry continue: "That's the... Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement whose son is a Death Eater, right?"

"What a pity. I heard that Ministers of Magic are usually promoted from this position. I don't know if that's the case." Harry was eager for knowledge.

Barty Crouch's eyes were filled with anger, which was an eternal pain in his heart, but he was too embarrassed to get angry.

Harry saw Sirius, and suddenly seemed to have just remembered, and said loudly: "That's the one... who sent Sirius Black to Azkaban Prison without trial more than ten years ago. It turned out to be you. I heard that you were the one who

With such decisive tactics, you have been out of the limelight for a while. Why did you end up in such a situation? Your son is quite a cheat..."

Hundreds of people behind him heard this.

In fact, they all knew this fact, but no one dared to mention it deliberately in front of Barty Crouch. Now they suddenly heard someone saying it loudly, and they couldn't help but look at it.

Barty Crouch's body was shaking and he could hardly control himself.

He regretted so much why he had to go talk to Harry and why he couldn't get off the stage now.

Just then Cornelius Fudge came in.

So this short chapter was passed, and Barty Crouch quietly breathed a sigh of relief and calmly walked away from Harry.

…

Fudge Connelly, as the Minister of Magic, is also the inquisitor of the Wizarding Court.

It's a really chaotic officialdom system, and the division of labor is not clear at all.

It's ridiculous that the Prime Minister, who is equivalent to Muggles, also serves as a judge of the Supreme People's Court.

However, this should be Fudge Connelly's last glory...although he hasn't realized it yet.

Fudge sat at the table in front, with the stern-faced witch and the pink toad on both sides of him.

The courtroom fell silent.

"Okay, everyone keep quiet...are you ready?" he shouted to the person at the far end.

"Yes, sir." Percy Weasley, who was in the first row on the right side of the room, closest to the table above, hurriedly got off his stool, stood up and replied respectfully.

"Yeah." Fudge nodded slightly.

Percy Weasley looked like a eunuch who had received an order from the emperor, sharing the honor and disgrace.

He sat upright, pressing the parchment with his left hand and holding a quill in his right hand. Then he looked at Minister Fudge with focused and serious eyes, waiting for him to continue giving orders.

"The trial on January 3rd has officially begun." Fudge said in a dignified manner.

Harry felt that something was missing, and thought for a moment, thinking that if Fudge could pat the gavel in his hand, it would be more like the same thing.

"Trial the case of Sirius Black hiding his identity as a Death Eater, joining...Voldemort's camp, informing Voldemort, killing wizards from the Ministry of Magic camp, massacring innocent Muggles, and betraying the British wizarding community!"

"Interrogators: Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Susan Bones, Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge

.Trial Recorder: Percy Ignatius Weasley..."

Although no one was looking at Percy, he still moved his body, straightened his waist more straight, and coughed twice in a voice that only he could hear. It seemed that he was waiting for him to make some important speech.

This was the first time that his name was heard in the magical world.

Although he is still just an insignificant record-keeper, it is foreseeable that this name will be heard by all wizards sooner or later. Percy Weasley's face is rosy and full of confidence.

"Witness for the defense: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." Fudge read the name with some disgust. He didn't know whether it was because Fudge didn't like the name because it was too long, or because Fudge didn't like it.

I hate wizards with this name.

Dumbledore calmly walked out of the shadows and stood next to Sirius Black.

He was wearing a black and blue robe, and his face was extremely peaceful.

Dumbledore walked to the center of the courtroom and looked at Fudge through the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his aquiline nose. His long silver-white beard and hair shone in the light of the torch.

Harry saw an interesting scene: behind Dumbledore, there were about fifty Wizengamot members with different expressions, some were disgusted, some were angry, some were afraid, some were cheering...

Harry used to think that Dumbledore had been in the Wizengamot for so long that the people inside had been brainwashed by him and were all his loyal followers. It seems that this is not the case.

In the wizarding court, the trial is conducted in the form of questions asked by the interrogator, and the referee can also ask questions.

The person being interrogated answered the questions and explained them one by one.

Both parties go back and forth until there are no more questions in the end.

The decision is then made by a show of hands.

If more than half of the people raise their hands and believe that the person being interrogated is guilty, that means he is guilty.

On the contrary, not guilty.

…

"Defendant Sirius Black...were you involved in the battle that resulted in the murder of thirteen Muggles thirteen years ago?" Fudge did not ask questions that could prove Black's innocence, but asked some

, confusing, sideline issues.

Sirius returned: "Yes, but..."

"You were born into a noble pure-blood family, the Black family... and it is widely known that the Black family all defected to Voldemort, right?" Fudge guided the wizard's conjecture with malice.

Sirius glared at Fudge: "Yes, but this has nothing to do with me..."

Fudge interrupted: "The witness beside you, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, testified that you told him personally that you were the secret of James and Lily.

Man, does this happen?"

Upon hearing those two names, Sirius fell silent.

Fudge showed a smile in the shadows.

At this time, he was not in a hurry, and was waiting leisurely for Sirius's answer.

Sirius raised his head and said, "Yes, but there are some things you should know..."

Fudge waved his hand: "Okay, we already know, you answer other questions first..."

"On the day I arrested you, you kept saying to yourself, 'I killed them...', is this true?" Fudge suddenly shouted.

Sirius Black suddenly returned to the night when he saw their bodies, and he nodded subconsciously.

Beautiful, killer! Fudge smiled.

Fudge glanced at the group of Wizengamot members, winked at some of the wizards, and said in a moderate tone: "I have asked all the questions that need to be asked, and you all heard them clearly. How should I decide?

You already have some numbers, right?”

"yes……"

"Um……"

"ah……"

"That's right..."

"That's how it should be..."

Some wizards whispered to each other, and those who just showed dissatisfaction behind Dumbledore nodded.

One of them, a short, fat male wizard with a big black beard, whispered into the ear of a curly-haired wizard next to him. The wizard looked at Dumbledore, showed a sneer, and nodded.

When Harry heard "Judgment", he raised his head blankly: "Ah, is it over?"

Wasn't he distracted for a while? He thought it hadn't started yet, but it ended unexpectedly.

Harry looked at Fudge, who was glowing with approval, and said, "Is this the interrogation technique used by the Minister of Magic? He can turn white into black. No wonder Fudge can sit on the throne, but you can only sit in the Department of International Magical Cooperation."

Standing on the bench. You really underestimate him, don't you think so, Director Crouch... Hey, why are you so far away from me?"

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Chapter completed!