This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Soon after the relatives of the 12 Muggle victims arrived, Sirius walked into the tenth courtroom surrounded by a group of witches.

The conversations of the wizards disappeared instantly, and the entire courtroom fell into an eerie silence.

He coldly refused the witches' company, and walked to the first row where the relatives of the Muggle victims were with heavy steps.

Rita in the corner wrote in her notebook, "John, do you think this is a show arranged by the Ministry of Magic?"

John looked at Sirius, who was bowing and apologizing to the relatives of the Muggle victims.

The regret on his face and the tears in the corners of his eyes did not seem fake. If this was really arranged by the Ministry of Magic, it would be too dark.

"Ms. Skeeter, there is no need for Black to cooperate in the acting, right?"

Rita's mocking face showed an intriguing smile, "Maintain a reasonable skeptical attitude, so that the truth can be dug out."

The truth of many things is more absurd than reasonable suspicion, and John nodded again, not quite understanding.

Sirius below was indeed apologizing from the bottom of his heart, not because of the arrangement of the Ministry of Magic.

If he had not pursued him relentlessly, the desperate Peter Pettigrew would not have used the blasting curse to create his own fake death and escape.

"I am really sorry, it's me... it's me who made you lose your loved ones."

His voice became louder and louder, and the wizards nearby immediately whispered again.

In the eyes of pure-blood wizards, Sirius's apology to Muggles was to tarnish their reputation.

In the eyes of wizards who are closer to Muggles, his morality and character have surpassed most wizards present.

Look at those Muggle relatives who helped him up with tears in their eyes. Some things cannot be said with words. Who would choose to forgive sincerely without real feelings?

This scene deeply touched John, "Ms. Skeeter, I don't think Black is the kind of person who will cooperate with the Ministry of Magic's arrangements."

Rita stopped reading, "I still say that, you need to always maintain a reasonable skeptical attitude."

Her smile was full of contempt, "Have you forgotten the previous notice? Black must have reached some agreement with them."

The Ministry of Magic was too fast to vindicate Sirius, and it also required his cooperation to portray him as a victim to divert attention.

John lowered his head and thought, and suddenly stared at Rita, "Ms. Skeeter, do you think it is possible that the Ministry of Magic coerced Black?"

"What coercion?"

He frowned and continued to think.

Reputation? Sirius was a "pure-blooded alien" who dared to run away from home when he was young. He was not the kind of person who cared about reputation at all.

Women? Impossible, among the witches he rejected with a cold face just now, there were several who were particularly young and beautiful.

Money? As one of the legal heirs of the Black family, he already had wealth that he could not spend in his lifetime.

Power? This is a big question mark.

As for the last item, family...

John looked at Rita again, "I guess it's power, but I have no basis."

"Enough."

At this moment, the Tenth Courtroom was completely quiet again.

The two looked towards the entrance.

It turned out that the last victim had arrived.

Harry followed behind Dumbledore, with Lupin and McGonagall beside him.

Rita just glanced casually, and then set her sights on the other three people who were far behind them.

Vincent and Hermione walked side by side, and Snape's cold eyes kept scanning behind them.

Tsk tsk - it seems that something particularly interesting has happened again.

While she was curious about how the two outstanding students tricked the poor Potions Professor, John's attention was always on Harry.

The rumored savior was just a shy little boy after all, and it was normal for him to be a little scared and timid when he first came to a place like the Tenth Courtroom.

"Harry!" Sirius walked quickly towards him below.

The two hugged gently and returned to the first row again.

John seemed to have the answer.

"Miss Skeeter, it's family, and I've found the basis."

"Family?" Rita looked at Snape and couldn't help wondering.

John twitched his mouth, "I'm talking about Black, the Ministry of Magic should use family to coerce him."

Rita finally reacted, but she didn't feel embarrassed at all. After a short thought, she wrote a line of small words in her notebook.

"John, you can just call me Rita from now on."

I wanted to find an assistant for myself, and now it seems that I have found a talent.

Sirius is Harry's godfather, and the Ministry of Magic may really use this to coerce.

This is big news!

Her eyes were on the back of Vincent who was sitting in the third row.

The new newspaper is still just a concept. If this news is reported, although it can make a name for itself, it may end up like the Prophet's newspaper.

It was closed down just after its establishment. No matter how rich her partners are, they can't stand such a toss.

John saw her cross out a line of small words just written in the notebook, and couldn't help but look over curiously.

"Sirius Black was shamelessly coerced, the Ministry of Magic was completely corrupted, and the dark age is coming..."

He swallowed his saliva with a dry mouth, "Senior Ski--Rita, you really dare to write."

"There is nothing I dare not write." Rita closed the notebook with regret on her face.

"John, would you be interested in interviewing Black with me after the trial is over?"

"have!"

The two discussed the details, and the time soon came to 10 a.m.

Representing the Supreme Wizarding Court, twenty members of the Wizengamot wearing purple robes entered the venue on time.

Most of their faces were covered by hoods, and the huge courtroom was instantly shrouded in solemnity.

"I must go in!" A discordant voice suddenly broke the atmosphere.

The members of the Wizengamot stopped one after another, and the one in front turned around and took off his hood.

He is Fudge.

He looked at the closed door and said, "Let her in."

The person stopped by the guards was none other than Peter Pettigrew's mother.

Mrs. Peter walked into the courtroom worriedly, holding tightly in her hand the Order of Merlin, First Class Medal that she had received on behalf of her son.

Under countless angry gazes, she slowly followed the Wizengamot members and came to the first row closest to the iron chair to sit down.

This great maternal love did not work in court, and Peter Pettigrew's end was already doomed.

The small commotion ended, and the Tenth Courtroom returned to solemnity.

"The court is in session!" As soon as the presiding judge, Amelia Bones, finished speaking, the closed door was opened again.

Peter Pettigrew, who was pale and had dull eyes, was escorted by two guards and sat on the extremely conspicuous iron chair.

The chains tied him tightly for the first time, getting tighter and tighter. Even though they were deeply embedded in his flesh, his pale and thin face remained unchanged.

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