Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The Minister wiped the sweat from his forehead again, stammered and said sternly again: "Where's the Auror? Go call the Auror!"

The staff member who made a fuss before hurriedly nodded and ran out.

"Use the wand!" Fudge roared at the figure flying out.

"Cornell, I think we may need to reconsider some of the previous cases." Principal Dumbledore stood up and reminded seriously.

The old headmaster's face has been very ugly since he found out that Peter Pettigrew was alive, and Cyril even saw the old man's skinny fingers trembling slightly.

"I think it's time for the awards, Principal Dumbledore. Our little contestants are still waiting..." Fudge did not forget to make the last struggle.

"My God, he seemed to move!"

Cyril pointed at the unconscious Peter and screamed at the right time, and immediately hid behind Dean Snape, with a terrified expression on his face, and he had to get rid of this man's expression immediately.

"...Oh, why haven't our Aurors arrived yet." Fudge replied dryly.

In a corner that Fudge couldn't see, Dumbledore's face warmed up slightly, and he blinked his blue eyes at Cyril.

Cyril returned a soft smile to the old principal with an innocent face.

He could see that Fudge didn't want the case in his hands to be uncovered, and he was trying his best to play tricks. If he hadn't been in front of so many people and reporters today, he would probably have let it go.

……

The Aurors finally arrived, belatedly, with a full set of interrogation tools.

"What are you bringing with you? Peter is the recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class!" Fudge immediately screamed in protest when he saw the things in the hands of the Aurors. In front of foreign reporters, he felt that today's embarrassment was enough. too much.

The leader of the Auror Division, that is, their current director, Alastor Moody, is a very "ghost"-looking wizard.He has uneven cheeks, deep bony scars and a fake eyeball that swivels in all directions.

Moody came over with a gruff voice - only then did Cyril realize that not only was his face mutilated, but he was also limping when he walked.

prosthetic leg.

A person living in the wizarding world, with such deep scars and disabilities, can only explain two problems: 1. Either he has abnormal aesthetics, and deliberately made himself like this - there is no shortage of such wizards in Knockturn Alley. a lot.Due to Moody's occupation, Cyril felt that there was no need for this.

He didn't use his face to scare a dark wizard into becoming the head of the Auror Department.

2. Black magic damage.Permanent, irreversible, irreversible black magic damage.Eighty percent have experienced very brutal wars.

This is a warrior.Cyril nodded inwardly to affirm her opinion.

The wizard named Moody walked forward with his prosthetic legs, his intact eyes stared straight at the Minister of Magic in front of him, but the fake eye rotated 360 degrees rapidly.

Cyril silently moved her eyes away, a little dizzy.

"I asked them to bring the tools directly, because I think Peter's presence here is suspicious, and we have to be on the alert at all times," Moody said hoarsely.

The veins on Fudge's temples were throbbing, and he lowered his voice and said, "Go back and have a private trial. There is still business here."

"I can go to the corner for trial, but I suggest that it is better to keep the first scene and relevant personnel. What do you think, Mr. Minister?" Moody was very strong, and he seemed to have no intention of giving in at all.

"..." Fudge was silent for a few seconds, and finally let Moody take Peter, who had passed out, to interrogate with great reluctance.

"Then that's the end of today's award ceremony. Thank you for participating!" Fuji said loudly holding his wand against his throat.

But very few people left the venue, and everyone stayed where they were, waiting for the results of the interrogation.

Everyone was so curious that the great hero who had sacrificed for many years turned into a mouse—a living mouse, but Sirius, who was said to have killed him and 12 Muggles, was nowhere to be found.

The sharp reporters were even more unwilling to move an inch, they intuitively felt that this was a big news.

Fudge couldn't, so he was forced to hear the case publicly.

Peter Pettigrew has been fixed in a special chair and cannot apparate or change shape.

Moody asked his subordinates to directly pour him a bottle of awakening potion and 3 drops of veritaserum - this was the first time that Cyril had close contact with someone who used veritaserum, so he couldn't help but walked a few steps closer to the professor Standing together among many reporters and photographers, watching Peter Pettigrew being tortured.

Peter Pettigrew woke up groggy, opened his watery eyes, looked at the wizards and cameras facing him in horror, screamed and began to struggle.

However, the props brought by Moody were so powerful that he couldn't break free at all.

"Shouldn't Ms. Burns and the Wizengamot be called in? Shouldn't people who are not involved be shunned?" Moody asked Fudge businessily before the trial.

Fudge wiped his sweat and nodded in agreement.

"Let's leave, everyone. There is a confidential case that needs to be dealt with." The staff member who went to Auror before shouted again.

"..." - Fudge with a constipated face.

The onlookers didn't move much.

……

"I'm a member of the Wizengamot, and I don't need to leave."

"I'm an expert in transfiguration and magical creatures. I think you may need professional help."

"I was part of the hearing when Sirius was tried."

"I am a special reporter for the Daily Prophet and I have the right to know."

"Sorry, I brought that mouse. We have the right to know what happened to our experimental product."

When the staff walked up to Snape and Cyril, the exhausted staff spontaneously helped Cyril find a reason: "Okay, okay, you are the ones who caught Peter..."

With that said, he left dejectedly.

In the end, it was impossible, and a competition venue instantly turned into a trial hall.When Ms. Burns stepped on high heels and appeared in a mighty uniform with a group of people, all of them had spontaneously turned the venue into a normal trial room.

Ms. Burns is the presiding judge of the Ministry of Magic known for her impartiality. She looked capable and elegant. When she came in, she nodded to Fudge, and then walked to Principal Dumbledore's side.

Cyril sat in the second row of the trial seat and heard their conversation sporadically.

"Back... Cornell, Barty Crouch... I said no. They insisted..." Ms. Burns looked worried.

"It's my fault, I should insist, but who would have thought..." Dumbledore looked much older, his whole face was twitching, and he covered his face with his thin and slender hands, looking very tired.

"No, no... no notice, direct trial. I don't blame you..."

"As the principal, I always thought that I didn't educate them well..."

……

Cyril sat there, with his own Professor Snape on his left.On the right is a group of family members.Hearing the conversation in his ears, he was very worried.The memory in Snape's crystal ball was still deeply imprinted in his mind.

What did everyone think was the truth?

——Sirius betrayed his best friend, and killed Peter Pettigrew, who was chasing him, and a street of Muggles on the way.

What about now?

A hero who should have died with only one finger is alive, but hides and refuses to appear.

"They believed in the wrong person." Headmaster Dumbledore said so at the time.

An incredible conjecture broke into Cyril's brain, "they" not only believed in the wrong person, "they" clearly... found the wrong person.

In the memory of the professor, Sirius has always played the role of an opposite, just like the AB side of a piece of paper. It is impossible to say who is better and who is worse, but they cannot coexist: the professor and Lily go to study, and Sirius helps his own iron. The buddies were making trouble; the professor was doing experiments in class, and Sirius was secretly pranking; even the werewolf...was also Sirius' participation and even the mastermind.

Cyril has never been very cold about this immature Gryffin in his memory for many years, and it is not to say that he hates him deeply, but he knows that he and the other party are probably not the same...

However, it is such a person who has been squatting in Azkaban for 8 years, and it is very likely that he was wronged... Cyril felt a little uncomfortable.

"Dad, why didn't Sirius Black appeal when he could have been wronged?"

Cyril asked in a low voice.

"I don't know the details, son. I was in China at the time. But I heard from my friends that Black's trial was very fast, and he was almost caught and entered Azkaban the next day." Benny said with great emotion .

"Black? The eternally noble and pure Black? That fugitive is the eldest son of Orion and Walburga?" Grandpa Edward suddenly asked.

"Yes father."

"Always noble and pure? Why does it sound so... Slytherin?" Cyril poked his father.

"Oh, he's an outlier in their family. A Gryffindor lion in the Slytherin snake den, I heard that he was kicked out of the house. Their family..." Benny made a toothache expression when he said this.

"Their family is cruel?"

"Very paranoid." Edward took over the conversation.

"Yes, very paranoid. Pure blood in the bones and some unexplainable traits." Grandma Vera added in a timely manner, and then whispered: "Well, if the son says no, he doesn't want it. I heard that he was almost deprived of it." Surname."

"……Oh."

At this moment, Cyril decided to sympathize with that bear boy for 2 seconds. If Sirius Black was kicked out of the house as his family said, then the only best friend in his life would probably be James Potter. If he was really wronged, it would be a bit too miserable. My best friend died, and I went to spend 8 years in an unjust prison...

Two seconds later, Cyril glanced at the silent wizard on the left, and recovered his cute face.No matter how miserable that brat is, he shouldn't find fault with the dean every day.

I am firmly on the dean's side!

Slytherin is such an unconditional defense!Um!

Snape didn't notice the galloping brains of the little troll beside him. He didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, and sat stiffly in his position, staring blankly at Peter Pettigrew in the middle of the trial hall.