From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

At ten o'clock in the morning, Sirius entered the tenth courtroom on time with heavy shackles.

This is already his second time here, and there are no changes from before: walls made of black stones, and dim and gloomy torches.

Sirius came to the center of the courtroom and sat down on a chair there. Two iron chains rose from the left and right armrests to tie him tightly.

Blake looked up and saw many dark figures suddenly appearing on the benches in front of him.There were about fifty of them, wearing purple-red robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left chest.

Blake said in his heart: "It's almost the same as ten years ago."

The only difference was that the spot in the middle of the front row of benches was changed from the meticulous Barty Crouch to the kindly fat Cornelius Fudge.

"Very good," Fudge said with a smile. Black had never seen a presiding officer speak to the defendant so gently. "The defendant is finally here. Let's get started. Are you ready?" He asked loudly towards the other end of the bench. road.

"Yes, Minister," a firm voice replied.

Black looked over there and saw a wizard with long brown hair who looked like an old lion.

Black knew the man, Scrimgeour.Before he went to prison, the man was just an Auror team leader.

"The trial on February 2th," Fudge said in a booming voice, and Umbridge hurriedly began taking notes, "is the hearing of Sirius Black's appeal against the verdict of December 29th, 1981.

"Interrogators: Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic; Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Auror Office. Trial transcript: Dolores Umbridge. And defense witness assigned to the complainant: Anderson Maguire."

Dumbledore, who was sitting on the stage, frowned slightly. He had thought that Amelia Bones, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, would also participate in the trial. According to convention, the recorder of today's trial should be Kingsley. Shacklebolt, why didn't these two people come?

What went wrong?

Before Dumbledore could ask questions, Fudge, who was sitting below, pulled out a piece of parchment and asked: "The complainant and his family filed a complaint, believing that the complainant is not guilty of the murder he was accused of ten years ago. Complainant, what do you want? Did you say that?"

A few days ago, Black received a message from Calvin in Azkaban, telling him how to respond.

Blake took a deep breath and tried to make his voice louder so that everyone in the courtroom could hear clearly: "I did not kill Peter Pedillo, and twelve other innocent people. Melon. The murderer was Barty Crouch Jr.”

After hearing Black's words, the members of the Wizengamot began to whisper among themselves.

"Okay, do you have any evidence?" Fudge felt more and more comfortable.

Anderson cleared his throat.The Wizengamot fell silent and waited for him to speak.

"Yes," Anderson took out a stack of parchment from the briefcase beside him and handed it to the presiding judge Fudge.

"This is the confession made by the Aurors during the interrogation of Barty Jr. after they captured him. Barty Jr. personally admitted that he forced the address of Mr. and Mrs. Potter from Peter Pedro, and that when Sirius came to find him, he Its killing.”

Fudge nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Very good, Barty Jr.'s confession. I think this evidence is solid enough. Then let's vote by a show of hands. I think..."

"Please wait a moment, Minister Fudge," Dumbledore raised a hand, "may I ask a question?"

Fudge replied without thinking: "Sorry, Dumbledore..."

Before he finished speaking, Scrimgeour beside him gently pulled his sleeve and whispered something in his ear.

Fudge took a long breath and changed his words, "I'm sorry, Principal Dumbledore, you are not an interrogator, but out of respect for you, you can ask a question."

"Thank you," Dumbledore stood up and bowed slightly to Fudge, then looked at the slightly haggard face sitting on the chair in the center of the courtroom.

"Sirius Black, why didn't you tell this ten years ago?"

Dumbledore's question was something many people wanted to ask, but no member of the Wizengamot wanted to speak for the Death Eaters.

This problem was also within Calvin's expectation.

Black quickly replied: "The trial process was irregular. When Barty tried me, there were not fifty Wizengamot members to decide my crime."

He sneered and continued: "Besides, how can Batty judge his son's crimes impartially?"

This statement was quickly accepted by members of the Wizengamot.After all, Old Barty was able to take the Death Eater's son out of Azkaban and hide it at home for nine years, so it was not impossible to pin his son's crimes on other suspects during the original trial.

"Have you even thought of this? Calvin."

Dumbledore turned his head to the side and looked at Calvin, who was sitting in the gallery and kept smiling.

In fact, Dumbledore is not sure now whether Black is the murderer of Peter, but...is it really appropriate for Calvin to do this?

Due to the many changes he experienced in the first half of his life, Dumbledore has always used his power cautiously and rarely interfered in matters outside the school.

But Calvin is different. He never hesitates to use his own power to achieve his goals.

This reminded Dumbledore of a friend from his youth who would do anything to achieve his goals.

The only thing that comforted Dumbledore was that Calvin would try his best to take into account the apparent rules of the game and would not violate them if he could.

In building the Magical Creatures Sanctuary and overturning Black's conviction, Calvin followed the rules as much as possible.

Rather than outright violence, Calvin prefers to use hidden rules and some tricks.This freed Dumbledore from worrying about any big trouble he might cause.

"Ah, I think Barty can be charged with one more crime." Fudge was very satisfied with today's trial. "Well, Mr. Dumbledore, do you have any other questions?"

After hearing what Fudge and other Wizengamot members said, Dumbledore looked away from Calvin and sat down, "No problem."

"Then let us now vote by show of hands," said Fudge. "If you think Sirius Black is guilty, please raise your hands."

No hands were raised.

"Very good, then fifty votes find Sirius not guilty..."

"Wait a minute, Minister Fudge," Dumbledore said suddenly, "this is not in accordance with the procedure."

Fudge smiled helplessly, "Okay, we must strictly follow the process. So please raise your hands if you think Sirius Black is innocent."

Forty-nine arms were raised high, except for Dumbledore's hands, which were folded in front of him.

There were whispering voices nearby.

Fudge asked in confusion: "Mr. Dumbledore, what do you mean?"

Finally, under the gaze of everyone, Dumbledore slowly raised his right hand: "Sirius Black, not guilty."