Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

The personnel finally arrived, and everyone took their seats. Ms. Burns sat in the middle of the lower row of the trial bench.

Diagonally behind her are Dumbledore and Fudge.Ms. Burns is like the apex of an inverted triangle, and she is divided into two factions backwards, which are quite distinct.

On one side is the Ministry of Magic headed by Fudge, and on the other side is the Wizengamot headed by Dumbledore.

Cyril sat unconsciously on Dumbledore's side with most of the people who had stayed with him from the match.

Looking at it this way, there are many people from the Ministry of Magic.

"Now, the second public trial of Sirius' 1980 case!" Ms. Burns rang the magic item in her hand.

In an instant, the whole hall was lit up, and everyone found that the whole room could not hear any sound from outside, and a strange circle of light appeared around Peter Pettigrew as the center.

"That's a closed magic circle."

As if knowing that Cyril didn't know what to ask, Snape explained in a low voice.

Benny's father, who was about to give his son a science introduction, touched his nose in embarrassment, and swallowed the "closed magic circle" back into his stomach.

"Is this already a conviction? Go straight to the prisoner's treatment." Domingo stroked his beard and said in surprise.

Only then did Cyril realize that the chairman hadn't left either, and sat behind him.

"Hi, little champion. I'm also from the Wizengamot, oh yes, so is your grandpa. Even though he hasn't participated in two rounds at all." Domingo greeted with a smile.

"Cousin, shut up. I have a lot of things to do, don't you too?" Grandpa Edward accused in a low voice.

"Oh, cousin, would you please attend the next family meeting?" Domingo retorted with a smile.

(Coconut: Zhilu 113, the signature of that letter)

cousin? ? ? !

Cyril looked back at Domingo with mustache and bearded grandfather in shock, a little confused.

"Re-introduce, my grandson, I'm your grandpa's...cousin. Francis McLean Domingo. Generally I don't like to add middle names, so I use M instead. I didn't show the relationship during the game, I hope you I can understand."

"...It's okay...Grandpa Francis, hello..." Cyril turned around with a devastated expression.

"Didn't you read the competition instructions for the first event? There is a whole page of expert introductions." Snape snorted and whispered disgustedly.

"Huh? What are the game instructions?" Cyril looked confused.

"The home he filled in with his postal address was in Ivan's hands at the time. Maybe it's gone now..." Lin Jiu said on behalf of his son with a helpless and doting expression, and felt a little guilty when talking about his youngest son, Ivan.

"Sorry son, your brother likes to tear up paper recently."

"...It's okay." The mixed-race boy replied with a wooden face.

Cyril said he seemed to miss the whole world.Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is such a thing as mailing.Speaking of it, he didn’t seem to blame him. The results of the preliminary test came out that day. Roland said that he wanted to go to see the precious plants in his hand with him, and then met the dean on the way... After that, the dean was inexplicably angry and went back to copy. Half the night Slytherin rules...

The next day someone seemed to stop him and said to fill out a contact form, which he just filled out.

……

┭┮﹏┭┮I feel very wronged when I think about it!Can't help but want to cry out loud!

"Okay, don't look like a mandrake, the trial has already begun." Snape squinted at the little troll with a bitter melon-like face, and turned his head silently.

Cyril "disturbed" Snape's dull and empty eyes just now, and the disturbance was gone.The wizard unconsciously relaxed his back a little and leaned back.He felt that the little guy next to him was here to beat him.

……

"who are you?"

Burns spoke suddenly, his voice was indifferent and rational, maybe it was because of a preconceived notion here, Cyril felt that Ms. Burns' voice was full of justice.

Make a fist!

Peter Pettigrew was in a trance for a moment, and replied in a sharp voice: "Peter Petru."

Probably because of the magic, Peter spoke very clearly, and his voice reached the ears of everyone present.

There was some small commotion at the scene because of his answer.

"Why hide, since there is no death?" Burns continued to ask.

"Because it's dangerous... I will be killed by them." Peter flinched and continued.

"Who killed you?"

"Sirius... and Lupine..."

"Ahem. I think it's obvious..." A woman with a big face in a tender pink knitted dress beside Fudge suddenly spoke in a coquettish voice, interrupting the conversation at the scene.

"Who is that?!" Cyril looked shocked, and from a distance, it looked like a pink hill.

"Dolores Umbridge," Snape whispered, disgusted.

"One of Fudge's pugs," added Benny.

"...She's older than me, graduated from Slytherin..." Benny seemed to have remembered something, shaking the goosebumps on his body fiercely.

"Oh, that's right. Forgot about this... my senior? Three years after graduation, your legend is still circulating."

Snape seemed to have suddenly remembered something interesting, hooked the corners of his mouth, and raised his final tone full of schadenfreude.

"My Merlin, isn't that your die-hard fan? Benny?" Suddenly a familiar aria sounded from behind.

"Merlin's socks, why are you here?" Benny suddenly turned his head and glared at the platinum nobleman Lucius Malfoy who Shi Shiran was sitting on.

"It's my duty, and I'm curious. Fortunately, I didn't miss anything..." Lucius touched the snake stick in his hand and replied slowly.

"Wait, what is a die-hard fan?" Cyril intuitively heard something terrible.

"Please pay attention to the trial on such a serious occasion." Benny turned his eldest son's head back sullenly.

……

The pink hill here is still whispering: "Obviously, our hero is also an ordinary person, and he is also afraid of the crazy revenge of that person's believers. I think this trial is very meaningless, Ms. Burns. I I think the top priority is to catch the fugitive Sirius Black and return everyone to a safe living environment. Moreover, our minister is committed to..."

"Minister Umbridge, please wait a while to express your opinion? Veritaserum is time-effective." Ms. Burns listened patiently, and finally interrupted her with a frown.

"Oh! . . . If you're so determined to go your own way . . . well."

Umbridge quickly turned cold, then folded his arms and closed his mouth unnaturally.

Cyril felt his father let out a long sigh of relief beside him.

"Her voice is as unacceptable as ever," Benny whispered.

……

Ms. Burns sped up her questioning: "Sirius Black, why did they kill you?"

"Because I betrayed the James family."

Peter said softly with a wooden face, causing an uproar again.

"Quiet!!!" Burns knocked on the table.

"Why do you say you betrayed?" Burns lowered his body and asked after him.

"They said to change the secret keeper, the day before the accident. Sirius said that his goal is too big, so it's better to replace it with me. I'm relatively... inconspicuous... and they all agreed."

"So, you are the keeper of the secret, and you gave the secret to...?"

"Yes, the Dark Lord...he is too powerful, he can find out everything. What can I do! I dare not defy...his magic power, his terrible spell...I really can't help it, I'm not as good as They are brave, I am afraid that he will take revenge on me and my family by the way..." Peter Pettigrew said tremblingly.

"So how did you escape? Who killed the Muggles on the street?" Burns' calm voice trembled slightly.

In fact, not only Ms. Burns, but everyone present at the moment is more or less uncomfortable.

When the truth is bloody in front of us, it is always difficult for everyone to accept it.

"That day, on Halloween, he went and killed the James family... I didn't mean to, I was sad too... And then... Sirius found out, he came to me, questioned me, he was mad... I was terrified... so I blew up the street and escaped with an Animagus..." Pettigrew said in a trance, incoherent.

"And leave a right finger?"

"Yeah, one finger, one life..." Pettigrew tremblingly raised his right hand, admiring it fascinatedly.One finger was missing from his dirty black palm.

Cyril felt that Pettigrew was probably almost half mad.

Burns calmed down, looked up again a few seconds later, and asked, "Where are the 12 Muggles on the street? Did you kill them with an explosion?"

"I didn't notice any Muggles. But it was the most powerful spell I've ever cast. Bomb! It's the first time I've discovered that I can cast a spell as powerful as that... that spell... was taught by Sirius For me...at least, we're all alive, aren't we...?."

……

"Then I don't think I have anything to ask." Ms. Burns sat up straight and put her hands in her lap, looking tired.

"I asked, why didn't Sirius stand up at that time?" The pink hill finally got up impatiently.

"Barty Crouch has always judged quickly...she is going to push the blame." Benny said with a cold snort.

"I suggest, provide evidence. Whoever thinks he is guilty must provide evidence, based on one side of the story alone..." Umbridge said sharply, his squat body standing proudly beside Fudge.

"He took Veritaserum!" A wizard next to Burns stood up and confronted excitedly, obviously stunned by the other's shamelessness.

"Just in case. You must know that the cost of a miscalculation is very heavy. We cannot be as rash as Mr. Crouch." Umbridge replied pretending to be innocent.

"Yes, I suggest that evidence from multiple sources needs to be presented." Fudge repeatedly echoed.

"It's so shameless!!!" Cyril looked back at Dean Snape beside him in shock.

Snape seemed to be in a daze, without any expression at all, his eyes were placed in one place casually.

"Ahem, I think, I might be able to try to provide some evidence, if it was really the Explosive Curse cast by Peter Petrow."

Benny beside him suddenly stood up.