[HP] Similar but different

On the day of the trial, Harry opened his eyes early in the morning and tiptoed out of bed.All the needed items have been prepared in advance, and he just takes them away.But when he opened the door of the dormitory, a voice suddenly came from behind him: "Good luck, Harry."

Harry turned his head and saw Ron sitting on the four-poster bed, neither his voice nor his expression sounded like he had just woken up. "Thanks, Ron," he said, feeling somehow that everything was going to go well today.

Although Harry was up early, Hermione was already waiting for him in the common room.Seeing Harry coming down, she didn't say anything, just hugged him tightly, and then shoved the cage containing Crookshanks into his arms.

It was daylight when Harry trotted to the main gate of the castle.A wizard in black and blue robes stood there, smiling when he saw him. "No need to run, Harry," said Dumbledore kindly. "I'm sure we have plenty of time."

It's about Harry's fourth-year summer against dementors and Voldemort.Because of the rush to convict Harry, the trial was moved from the scheduled nine o'clock to eight o'clock, and both of them almost missed it.

But of course it was different this time, Harry grinned. "Shall we go now, sir?"

Dumbledore seemed about to make a nod, but his eyes fell on the cage Harry was carrying. "Although I think it's natural for cats to catch mice," he said with a serious smile, "the Wizengamot probably wouldn't mind seeing it again with his own eyes." With that, he opened the door, "Let's talk as we go. "

Harry hastened to do so.They had to be out of the confines of the castle to Apparate, and he seized the moment to ask, "Will Lupine come too? Where's Sirius?"

"Lupine will join us in London," Dumbledore replied, his expression serene in the morning light, "and Sirius, he won't appear until after the verdict takes effect."

Harry nodded, relieved a little. "Do you know what the Wizengamot would ask, sir?"

"I've been in the Wizengamot for some years, and the question is basically the same," said Dumbledore, turning his head to look at Harry with bright and keen eyes. "Or do you want to ask me how to answer the question of you sneaking out of the school?"

There was no reproach in that, but Harry blushed. "I'm sorry, sir, I..."

Dumbledore waved his hand briskly. "It's okay, Harry. If you can catch a Death Eater by sneaking once, I don't think Minerva will object." He paused, and then said: "And there is another person on trial this time, The jury won't pay much attention to us."

Harry had the vague feeling that Dumbledore didn't want to discuss sneaking around or catching Death Eaters with him. "Peterina..." he hesitated, "how is he now?"

Dumbledore glanced at him again. "Of course he is being held in custody, waiting to appear in court."

Harry hesitated again. "If he is convicted," he pressed cautiously, "what will the sentence be?"

"The Wizengamot hasn't tried a Death Eater-related case for many years." Dumbledore said in a calm tone, "If Peter killed more than a dozen Muggles according to the previous handling, the most likely Sentenced to the Dementor's Kiss."

Thinking of Dementors made Harry's spine feel uncontrollable. "Haven't all the dementors turned traitor?" He couldn't help but wonder.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded, explaining briefly, "but the execution chamber is still there."

Harry fell silent. He didn't really want to know how many kinds of death sentences the Ministry of Magic had.By this time, they had come near the iron gate of the winged boar, and Dumbledore apparated in his arm.

The new foothold is an alley in London.Dumbledore led Harry out of the alley, turned a corner, and the red telephone box Harry had seen before appeared in front of him.The two walked in together, Dumbledore pressed the phone button a few times, and two silver badges were spat out.

Harry looked down at his badge, which read "Harry Potter, Testify".It was much better than the previous "Harry Potter, on trial", he was less nervous.

After a while, the two were standing on the dark wooden floor of the Ministry of Magic Great Hall.It was the weekend, and there were not many people in the hall, so Harry could easily spot Lupine.

Lupine was pacing where he was, but when he saw them, he hurried over. "Here you are," he laughed.

Dumbledore nodded, and Harry felt that Lupine was pale enough to smile with reluctance. "Are you okay?" He couldn't help asking, "Could it be that the moon..."

"Not yet," Lupine reassured him, "I just... this place doesn't suit me."

Harry understood that it had something to do with the werewolf physique.He was about to say something more when Dumbledore said, "We can wait outside the courtroom."

"Huh?" Harry followed Dumbledore's gaze and found someone looking at them from the end of the hall.He suspected that Dumbledore was worried that too much conversation between them might be detrimental to the trial, so he changed his subject and said, "Wait for me a while." He put down the cat cage, walked quickly to the edge of the magic fountain, and took out another small bag , dumped everything inside.

The sound of galleons falling was clear and sweet, and Harry watched them sink to a gleaming patch of silver Sickle and copper Knut at the bottom of the pool.Then he looked at the small, still mottled sign on the side - which said "All proceeds from the Fountain of the Magical Brothers go to St. he.

"I swore at my last trial that if I could go back to Hogwarts, I would put ten Galleons in it," he explained in a low voice.

In fact, he put much more than that.Sensing the meaning behind it, both Dumbledore and Lupine smiled approvingly.Then, after checking their wands, the three of them entered the elevator together and sank deeper into the ground with a clatter.

The trial will still be held in the dark and oppressive tenth courtroom.When they got out of the elevator, a staff member came and led the three of them into their respective quiet rooms.

Waiting is very boring.During this period, staff from the Ministry of Magic took Crookshanks away.It took a long time—Harry almost suspected it was noon—before he was led to the courtroom door.He opened the door and entered, and at a glance, he found that the inside hadn't changed in the slightest—black stone walls, dim torches, and circles of elevated steps filled with benches, and the bench in the middle of the highest place was already full.

"Come in, close the door, and sit on the chair on the left." A strange man's voice said.

Harry hastily closed the heavy door and walked to the middle of the room.There was a black chair with a chain, and a plain wooden chair.He sat down on the wooden chair as required, felt more at ease, and then looked up.

In the middle of the front row of benches sat a man Harry didn't recognize.Behind him on the left was Scrimgeour, the Minister for Magic, and on the right - Harry's heart skipped a beat - was Crouch Jr.Farther back, the light was no longer bright enough to see faces, and Harry could only hear a curious whisper.

"I am Piers Thicknesse, Head of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic," said the man Harry did not know, "and the interrogator in this case. Now, Harry Potter, I need you to state to this court that you From the beginning to the end of the events of Pietro Pedro, it cannot be missed."

Harry did.But he suspected that everyone present already knew what he was going to say, and those curiosity were more about him than about the case.

Sure enough, after he finished speaking, Sinex said: "Harry Potter's testimony is basically consistent with the evidence collected in this court. Next is question time."

There was another murmur, but no one seemed to want to be the first.After a while, Scrimgeour leaned forward. "I'm Rufus Scrimgeour, Minister for Magic. I have a few questions, Harry... may I call you Harry?"

Harry nodded, secretly cheering up 12.

"Pedro has been on the run for more than ten years, bringing shame to the Ministry of Magic. But you can pay attention to the clues and restrain him with ingenious tactics, beautiful charms and unparalleled courage," Scrimgeour said. "I personally appreciate it very much. You, and on behalf of the Ministry of Magic thank you for your help."

"Thanks?" Harry replied, a little confused about what Scrimgeour meant.But what is certain is that the jury has already believed that Crookshanks can tell the difference between animagus and ordinary animals.

Scrimgeour nodded in satisfaction. "Now, Harry, although it's a bit of an overreach, I thought, could you do us one more favor?"

There was a sudden dead silence in the trial seat. "What?" Harry was really starting to wonder.

Scrimgeour looked around. "You once told us that You-Know-Who has returned, and you captured a Death Eater as proof of your statement. So," he looked at Harry again, with a little obvious eagerness, "do you Know where the other Death Eaters are hiding?"

This question was completely outside the scope of Harry's preparations, and he froze for a moment.Really, he knew that Lucius Malfoy and Barty Crouch Jr. were both Death Eaters, but knowing and having proof were two different things. "I don't know," he said hesitantly. "It took me a lot of work to determine Pedro's whereabouts."

That was the truth, but Scrimgeour obviously didn't want to hear it very much. "Then you didn't find any other clues during this process? The kind that can find the rest of the Death Eaters?"

Somehow, Harry had the feeling that Scrimgeour and the others present knew something he didn't.By the way, Wormtail should have been tried before him, so shouldn't this kind of question be more appropriate to ask Wormtail? "I hope I can find it, too." He replied cautiously, making up his mind not to rush forward.

"Really?" Scrimgeour chased after him, and he still hadn't given up. "For example, Lestrange, Dolohov, or... Mulciber?"

Harry vaguely sensed that Wormtail might have confessed all these people. "I know they escaped from prison, but I really haven't heard about them." He shook his head in thought, still not understanding why Scrimgeour asked him.

Scrimgeour stared at him, disappointment plainly written on his face.The buzz of discussion resumed, seemingly as disappointed as Scrimgeour.

"May I ask, what exactly happened?" Harry held back and couldn't help himself, "I thought today was just the trial of Pedro's case?"

Neither Scrimgeour nor Thicknesse answered what he meant, only little Crouch leaned forward slightly. "Pedro confessed to many accomplices and wanted to exonerate himself. Among them, an employee of the Memory Command was accused by him of being the Murciber who has absconded to this day." Colleague, "But Pedro is clearly lying, because the Ministry of Magic has found Mulciber's body and wand."

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief.Mulciber's body and wand?How can it be?Could it be...

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