This Hogwarts isn't normal.

How unpopular is the search spell?

Some of the pure-blood gentlemen who were listening in had never even heard of it, let alone the complete spell.

The only wizards who knew and could successfully cast it were Dumbledore and Vincent.

But very, very coincidentally, both of them knew Sirius and had a close relationship.

According to normal judicial procedures, this kind of evidence should not be enough for reference.

But today's trial is a show, a show for the Ministry of Magic to gather people's hearts.

Moreover, the laws of the magic world are full of confusion and loopholes, which is only slightly better than the Middle Ages when people could be convicted by verbal accusations alone.

So, Vincent and Dumbledore cast the search spell on Sirius and Peter Pettigrew respectively.

All wizards only felt a strong magical fluctuation, and then nothing happened.

The results were also announced by the two. As for whether it was fake, the indignant people would not explore it, they would only believe it was true.

If the Ministry of Magic had a script, the whole trial process must have been the same as it was written.

All the evidence and witness testimonies have been submitted, and the presiding judge announced a recess to join the jury's discussion.

There was no fierce dispute, only indifferent words from you and me.

As time passed, Mrs. Peter's already uneasy heart had sunk to the bottom of the cold lake.

No one refuted the evidence during the entire trial, and she finally realized that this was a show arranged by the Ministry of Magic.

"I... I..."

A voice came from the silent courtroom.

Mrs. Peter mustered up the courage to stand up, "I... I want to defend my son."

Fudge and Bones of the jury whispered a few words.

In order to reflect the fairness of the Ministry of Magic, Mrs. Peter certainly has the right to defend her son.

"I refuse!" However, Peter Pettigrew's first speech was to reject his mother's request.

"Child, you..."

"It's useless, mother."

Mrs. Peter tightly grasped the medal in her palm.

Yes, it's useless.

Her son was not only an accomplice in the murder of the Potters, but also the real murderer of the indiscriminate killing of 12 innocent Muggles.

But even if the chance is slim, she is willing to try.

"Child, you can't give up. Even if fate has decided your life or death, you should try to resist."

Peter Pettigrew's lifeless eyes seemed to regain some brilliance, but soon dimmed completely.

It was too late. Whether it was the night he faced Voldemort 12 years ago or the current script that only needed the ending, his resistance was in vain.

"Child, listen to me, I can do it..."

"Don't say it, mother." Peter Pettigrew's voice was trembling.

"They won't expect my confession, and they won't give me a chance, never..."

"You have to fight for the opportunity by yourself. If you give up, there will be no one to save you-"

"Don't say it!" Peter Pettigrew roared hysterically, and the iron chain that bound him tightened immediately.

"Look at the people here! They all want me to die now!"

Mrs. Peter's face was pale, and she let go of the medal she had been holding tightly.

She knew that her child was weak in character and could not have the courage to resist fate.

If there was, he would not have betrayed the Potters 12 years ago.

She looked at the people in the courtroom, and the cold faces were deeply imprinted in her mind.

"Respect... Respected judge and jury, I... I don't want to defend my son anymore..."

Mrs. Peter is a great mother, and many people look at her with admiration.

There are also many people who sympathize with her, but more of them laugh at her like watching the fun.

The presiding judge and the jury are professionals after all, including Fudge and Umbridge, whose extremely serious faces do not reveal the slightest emotion.

Five minutes later, Bones returned to the judge's seat.

She glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who had returned to calm, and pronounced the verdict expressionlessly.

"After a unanimous verdict by the jury, the prisoner Peter Pettigrew was found guilty of indirect homicide and intentional homicide.

And because he caused very heavy losses to the Muggle world during his escape, he seriously violated the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. It was unanimously agreed that he would be given the maximum penalty."

Mrs. Peter clenched the medal in her hand again.

She still hoped for a miracle, no matter how far away and slim it was.

"The criminal Peter Pettigrew was guilty of an unforgivable crime and had an extremely bad impact on the wizarding and Muggle communities. He was sentenced to death according to the will of the Supreme Wizarding Court."

Bones' words hit Mrs. Peter's heart like a heavy hammer.

She looked at the numb face on the iron chair with tears in her eyes.

At this moment, her world collapsed again.

Countless cheers suddenly rang out in the Tenth Courtroom.

"Good! This bastard should die!"

"The world is fair, respect the great law!"

"I want to see him die with my own eyes!"

Mrs. Peter completely collapsed, slipped off the chair and knelt on the ground crying.

Peter Pettigrew's eyes changed, but soon returned to a numb state.

"Pop--" A rotten egg flew from the audience and hit him on the forehead.

Even if it was not a dung egg, the stench that spread instantly still made people feel uncomfortable.

Before the court guards could react, rotten fruits and vegetables were thrown down one after another.

So many wizards escaped the inspection of the Ministry of Magic, it seems that it was planned in advance.

The guards were still on their way, but Mrs. Peter had already climbed over the gallery and ran to the iron chair.

She hugged Peter Pettigrew tightly to block the falling objects.

"Kid, don't be afraid, I will always be with you."

Peter Pettigrew seemed to be touched, and hot tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

The guards quickly controlled the wizards. Neither the presiding judge nor the jury seemed to have any intention of pursuing them, and only gave a not-so-severe warning.

After all, the court is a court, not a place where you can act arbitrarily.

Vincent patted Hermione who was looking at the mother and son below.

Compared with Bones, who is also a woman, she is still easily soft-hearted now.

"Should I...shouldn't I sympathize with them?"

"It's so easy for law and morality to conflict. It's okay to encounter this kind of situation. There will only be more times that are more difficult than this."

Hermione's eyes became extremely determined, "I know, so I must stick to the bottom line."

Sympathy for Mrs. Peter does not mean sympathy for Peter Pettigrew, not to mention that the outcome of this trial has already been determined.

The riot was completely quelled, but the discussion continued.

The Ministry of Magic's decision to expand the Tenth Judgment Chamber was very prescient. At least those things thrown at the bottom did not hit the wrong place.

After Bones announced his withdrawal from the court, there were still many wizards left.

She had no choice but to ask the guards to take the mother and son away, and then they left the courtroom one after another.

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