The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

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"Sir, I think we are using some small tricks." At this time, a witch sitting on the jury stood up and said.

Facing the puzzled looks of Minister Fudge and other Wizengamot members, she continued: "For example, a truth serum potion would be a good choice."

After hearing this, Minister Fudge pondered for a moment, then nodded towards Umbridge who was sitting under him, and saw the fat pink man wearing a reddish-brown robe walking out.

"No, you can't do this to me. I am the Order of Merlin who owns me." Seeing that the matter was about to be exposed, Pettigrew quickly struggled.

"Quiet!" Fudge waved the hammer angrily, as if he had the idea of ​​​​hitting the hammer on Peter's head.

"You can't believe that lunatic." Peter was still trying to save his image, but things went counterproductive, and everyone realized that there wasn't much going on.

"Then why are you hiding in my house?" Ron asked curiously in a low voice.

"If he wants to kill me, I have to find a place to hide little Ronnie. Do you believe me, right?" When Peter saw someone talking to him at this time, he immediately answered excitedly.

After hearing this, Ron's face gradually darkened. Except for his mother, no one can call him Ronny, not even his brothers.

He thought of the disgusting fat man rubbing himself all over again, and he couldn't help but retched.

"Vomit!" Ron's body suddenly bent into a shrimp, and Hermione, Harry and others around him quickly moved aside for fear of being affected by the vomit.

"But I can't understand why an innocent man would spend 12 years as a rat." Rolf stabbed Peter in time.

"I'm innocent but I'm scared," screamed Peter Pettigrew. "If Voldemort's supporters are after me, it's because I got one of their most capable men to go to Azkaban, that one. Spy, Sirius Black"

Blake's face completely twisted after hearing Peter's words, "How dare you say that," he growled, sounding like the growl of a dog as big as a bear, the dog he had transformed into before.

"I, Voldemort's spy, when have I ever secretly walked around people who were more powerful and more influential than me?

But you, Peter, I really don't understand why I didn't identify you as the spy from the beginning.

You have always liked friends who are stronger than you so that they can take care of you. Wasn't it always us, me and Lupin, and James. "

Peter Pettigrew wiped the sweat from his face again, his breathing was almost out of breath: "I, you spy, must be crazy. I never understand how you can say such a thing."

"It's only because of my suggestion that Lily and James asked you to be their secret keeper." Blake said through gritted teeth.

He spoke so fiercely that Peter Pettigrew unconsciously took a step back, but there was an iron cage behind him, so he had no way to retreat.

"I thought that was the most perfect plan. Voldemort would definitely come after me, and I would never have thought that they would take advantage of someone as weak and stupid as you.

The moment you told Voldemort that you could hand the Potters over to him must be the proudest moment of your poor life. "

Peter Pettigrew muttered distractedly at this time Umbridge came back, holding two small bottles in her hands.

"No, no, I'm not a traitor. That's the one I don't drink. I don't drink. I saved my blood for the wizarding world." Pettigrew was being controlled by the Wizengamot wizard on the side, and Umbridge was putting it in his mouth with a vicious look on his face. Filled with medicine.

When Sirius arrived, he grabbed the bottle and drank it himself.

"Sirius, can you promise that what you just said is the truth?" Fudge asked at the trial seat.

"Yes, I promise that what I just said will be true." Sirius said lifelessly like a puppet.

"Peter, are you telling the truth just now?" Fudge asked mechanically again.

"No, I told Voldemort the location of Potter's old house, and I blew up a whole street of Muggles." Peter was also like a marionette, recounting his past crimes.

The whole courtroom exploded quickly, and the members of the Wizengamot started buzzing in the room like mosquitoes that had seen the blood.

"Then you stayed with me for three years, why didn't you help the mysterious man kill me?" Harry asked, also very surprised.

“The mysterious man has been hiding for 12 years, and it is said that he is already half-dead.

I'm not going to kill someone right under Dumbledore's nose for a wizard who has lost all his powers and is in terrible shape. I'm not an idiot, am I?

All I need to do is wait, waiting for the mysterious man to come back, so that I can go back to him again and be safe. "

"Okay, the last question is also an irrelevant question," Fudge knocked on the table very calmly this time, silencing the discussion of the Wizengamot members.

"How did you escape from Azkaban? Why didn't you go crazy?"

"I don't know how I did it," he said slowly. "I think the only reason I didn't lose my mind was because I knew I was innocent.

It wasn't a pleasant thought, so the dementors didn't suck it out of my head so I could stay clear.

And I know who I am which also helps me conserve my mana.

So, if the situation around me became unbearable, too unbearable, I would transform in my cell and turn into a dog, so that the dementors wouldn't see me. "He swallowed.

"They are aware of people's emotions, so they know how to get close to people. They can judge that my feelings are more emm and less like human feelings." Sirius narrated slowly.

"Okay, now, if you think the defendant is guilty, please raise your hands." Minister Fudge put down the hammer and breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, the medicine was over. I was scared to death.

A few people raised their hands. Rolf looked at the names in front of them and found that they were all loyal supporters of pure-blood wizards, including a wizard from the Gaunt family.

But this part is only a minority, not even one-tenth of all members of the Wizengamot.

After waiting for a moment, Minister Fudge saw that no one raised their hands, and then said: "If you think the defendant is innocent, please raise your hands." After speaking, he raised his left hand first, followed closely by Umbridge.

Under their leadership, more and more people raised their hands. Although some jurors chose to abstain, there were still far more people who thought Sirius was innocent than those who thought he was guilty.

"Now, if you think Peter Pedillo is guilty, please raise your hands." As soon as he finished speaking, almost everyone raised their hands.

Fudge nodded, then picked up the hammer and struck it again, and said solemnly: "After the Wizengamot judgment, all charges against Sirius Black are dropped, and Peter Pedril is sent to Azkaban.

The case is over and the court is closed." After saying that, he put down the hammer, left the seat first, and walked out of the courtroom, closely followed by Umbridge.

At this time, Peter Pedro and Sirius both woke up from the effects of the truth serum potion. After hearing his own trial, Peter felt bad and collapsed on the ground, unable to say anything.

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