Chapter 312: Scrimgeour’S Azkaban Package, Fudge Fainted

Wayne blinked at Dumbledore, who was at the top. Old Deng noticed and pursed his lips a few times.

The boy also understood.

That lip sync is talking about Fox.

He nodded without trace. Only then was Old Deng satisfied. He cleared his throat, looked at the parchment on the table, and said in a serious and solemn voice:

"Judgment on July 1st!"

"Trial of former Head of the Auror Office, Rufus Scrimgeour, for breaches of the Ministry of Magic Officials Restraint Act and the Endangerment of the Security of the Magical Community Act."

Dumbledore's eyebrows twitched.

What a cruel accusation.

The first law is actually harmless. It only restricts Ministry of Magic officials to prevent corruption and bribery, but the second law is a crisis law and violates any of them.

These are all quite serious crimes.

"Interrogators: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Trial Recorder: O'Brien Hughes Selwyn."

"Defendant Witness: None"

"Plaintiff: Wayne Northumberland Lawrence, Witnesses, Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge."

Fudge patted Harry on the shoulder, stood up with a smile, and sat next to Wayne.

The reporter from the Daily Prophet took a lot of shots at the two of them.

"Please tell the plaintiff why he initiated these two lawsuits against the defendant."

Wayne didn't speak immediately. He first glanced at Scrimgeour, who had a calm expression and seemed to have aged dozens of years, before standing up.

"Things are quite simple. I invented an alchemy tool that can store several armor spells and some attack spells. I want to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic to enhance the strength of Aurors.

Keep them safe. "

"But Mr. Scrimgeour thought that my asking price was too high, so he blocked it and used the power of the Ministry of Magic to exert pressure in an attempt to force me to lower the price.'

"After discovering that the Ministry of Magic of other countries possessed my alchemy tools, they also charged me with treason."

"I am just a powerless Hogwarts student with a little talent. How can I withstand the oppression of an Auror office director? I can only find the Ministry of Magic to help me redress my grievances."

Harry gasped, he couldn't imagine how Wayne could say such words.

Grace, who was sitting a little behind him, could hardly straighten her waist, and her chest rose up. "It took a lot of perseverance to keep myself from making a sound."

The little guy is so interesting.

Mrs. Greengrass and Crouch, who were sitting among the members of the Wizengamot Mages, also twitched their lips.

With Wayne's status...it's really not suitable for him to be miserable.

It made them want to die.

Wayne gave some more details, and the members of the Wizengamot Wizards whispered.

Some people are confused, some are indifferent, and even more people are filled with indignation.

An old man stood up tremblingly, pointed at Scrimgeour and yelled:

"The reputation of the Ministry of Magic is ruined by people like you!"'

"That's right!" Another old lady who was about to die said: "Scrimgeour, Rensheng kindly provides a guarantee for Aurors, but you want to squeeze every ounce of profit!

"Cold-blooded thing, how did you get into Gryffindor in the first place!"

A group of people pointed at Scrimgeour and cursed him angrily, making him faint even after he had already resigned himself to his fate.

No... what a heinous thing he did. Are you so excited?

Dumbledore shouted silence several times before letting these old men and women sit down again.

He is also a little confused now.

When did the Wizengamot Mages become so jealous of evil?

"Mr. Fudge, can you bear witness to Mr. Lawrence's accusation?" Dumbledore asked.

Fudge stood up and said seriously: "As the Minister of Magic and a member of the Wizengamot Wizards, I guarantee that everything Mr. Lawrence just stated is true.

Dumbledore nodded, and then looked at Scrimgeour: "Scrimgeour, do you have any objection to the accusation made by the accuser?"

"No."

Scrimgeour's voice was hoarse, and he admitted all the charges frankly: "I did interfere with the cooperation between the Celia Shop and the Ministry of Magic, and I also tried to arrange charges for Wayne Lawrence."

There was a flash of surprise in Dumbledore's eyes.

He thought Scrimgeour would refute angrily, but why did he plead guilty so happily?

In fact, what Dumbledore didn't know was that Fudge had already talked to Scrimgeour.

There is no point in his stubborn resistance.

It was impossible for Fudge to risk a real war with the Muggle government to save Scrimgeour.

One is that the risk is high, and the other is that Scrimgeour is not his person.

(bedd) Scrimgeour was also very clear about Fudge's thoughts, and the two reached an agreement that this trial would be lenient [the past mistakes after leaving office will be forgotten.

That's why Scrimgeour was so happy.

Once all the accusations are accepted, the rest of the matter will be much easier to handle.

Dumbledore discussed it with Amelia Bones. As the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department, Amelia Bones was very proficient in all legal provisions and "quickly walked out of a sentence.

Three-year Azkaban package.

After hearing the result, Scrimgeour's expression changed and he winked at Fudge crazily.

Is this what you mean by handling it with care?

At his age, he was imprisoned in Azkaban for three years. Whether he could come out alive was a question!

Scrimgeour looked at Fudge, and Fudge looked at Wayne, also a little anxious.

It was agreed before that Wayne was so generous that he helped to promote the Order of Merlin.

Fortunately, Wayne had no intention of going back on his words and finally spoke:

"I think the sentence is a bit too harsh. After all, Mr. Scrimgeour has already admitted his mistake. If he apologizes to me, can the sentence be reduced?"

Dumbledore lowered his head: "If he obtains your forgiveness, he can indeed get a reduced sentence."

Scrimgeour immediately bowed deeply: "Mr. Lawrence, please forgive me for my previous rudeness and offense."

"Okay, I forgive you." Wayne waved his hand generously.

There was another burst of praise from the Wizengamot Mages immediately.

In the end, the three-year Azkaban package turned into one year. Scrimgeour breathed a huge sigh of relief and was taken away.

At this point, the first session ended successfully.

In the audience, Harry's heart also lifted.

"Now, let's have the second court meeting." After Dumbledore announced, he walked back to the audience, and Fudge took his place.

The side door was opened again, and four Aurors took Sirius and Peter Pettigrew to the dock.

There were waves of exclamations, and it was obvious that many people had recognized his identity.

"How can it be?"

"Isn't he dead?"

"Am I dazzled? Can someone pinch me?"

"Ouch, who is so weak and pinches me with so much force!"

A thin witch stood up in shock and murmured to herself:

"Impossible, how is this possible? This is definitely not him."

The man who stood up was Millicent Bagnall.

Fudge's former Minister of Magic, after the fall of Voldemort, said the famous saying of "firmly safeguarding the rights of wizards to revel freely."

The death of Peter Pettigrew caused a huge sensation at the time. “It was she who personally handed the Order of Merlin 10th Degree and the broken finger bone to Peter’s mother.

Such a vulgar appearance is definitely rare even among wizards, so Millicent Bagno recognized Peter immediately.

Just when everyone was shocked by the appearance of Peter Pettigrew, Wayne looked towards the side door.

Snape stood like a bat in the shadows, his eyes fixed on Peter, full of reluctance.

Damn it. Could it be that you have been tortured out of your feelings and you don’t want Peter Pettigrew to be imprisoned in Azkaban?

Wayne felt a chill all over his body.

"quiet!"

Fudge banged his gavel, silencing the noisy discussion.

"Everyone! Now is not the time for discussion. Let me introduce the facts of this case to you."

The whole place fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at Fudge on the stage with a look in his eyes.

Fudge was very satisfied with his control over the entire audience, and his chest couldn't help but puff up:

"This case involves an illegal operation twelve years ago, when Sirius Black was sent directly to Azkaban without trial.

"Now, we should listen to the parties' self-statements and conduct a new trial!"

Fudge looked at Sirius solemnly: "Black, please tell me all the causes and consequences of the matter without omitting anything."

Sirius looked at Peter fiercely, gritted his teeth and began to tell.

The audience was also immersed in the story he told, and couldn't help but exclaimed when they heard that the secret keeper of the Red Loyalty Curse turned out to be Peter Pettigrew.

And when I learned that Peter Pettigrew turned into a mouse and hid in the Weasley family for twelve years, I admired his perseverance even more.

This is really tolerable

Being a mouse for twelve years and being able to avoid being discovered by anyone is not much less painful than being imprisoned in Azkaban.

Even people like Harry and Dumbledore, who had heard what happened many times before, were emotionally aroused by Sirius's narration full of regret and hatred.

Harry clenched his fists tightly, wanting to go up and punch Peter Pettigrew.

Finally, he finished speaking. After giving everyone enough buffer time, Fudge knocked the gavel.

"This was a mistake by the Ministry of Magic. It wronged a good man but allowed the real murderer to go free for twelve years."

"Mr. Crouch, you were the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the time. Do you have any explanation for this?"

If Fudge suddenly attacks, Crouch will definitely be confused now, giving the opponent a chance to pursue victory.

But he was angry with Wayne beforehand and he didn't panic at all now.

Crouch stood up calmly: "Your Excellency Minister, I admit that Sirius has not gone through a regular trial."

"But according to Article 8, Article 17 of the Wartime Regulations, wizards who have caused bad effects should be dealt with expeditiously. Although there was no trial at that time, Black never defended himself. Am I wrong? Black gentlemen."

"No." Sirius said simply: "At that time, I thought Peter Pettigrew was dead. I just wanted to go to Azkaban to atone for James' sins. I don't care what the crime was."

Fudge did not expect that Crouch would retort with such reason. For a moment, he became stammering: "I, why don't I remember that this law exists."

A rare smile appeared on Crouch's serious face: "You were only the deputy director of the Department of Magical Disasters at the time, so it is normal for you not to understand this. This was the law promulgated by Minister Queneau at the time.

These words were overtly and secretly mocking Fudge, who was still a little guy at that time. Of course Fudge heard it, his face turned green and white, and he became angry and pointed the finger at Bagno.

"Ms. Bagno, what do you have to say?"

Bagno was not willing to lose his reputation, so he pointed at Sirius and said:

"That was just Blake's one-sided statement.

, who can guarantee that the secret keeper was exchanged?"

Baji was overjoyed.

This is a normal person's reaction.

He quickly ordered the Aurors to tear off Peter Pettigrew's left sleeve. When he saw the Dark Mark, Bagnor's heart completely died.

But she still wanted to struggle.

"I asked to examine Blanc's body."

Fudge looked at Sirius and asked for his opinion.

As a result, before the Auror could take action, Sirius took off his upper body clothes and showed it to everyone openly.

At this time, there was no doubt in everyone's mind. Even though Peter Pettigrew didn't speak, he didn't refute after saying so much, which was no different from acquiescing.

Finally, Yanren couldn't help but speak...

"I asked Blake, is there something wrong with your brain? Did the secret keeper change it just when he said it would?"

"Also, are you being imprisoned in Azkaban to atone for your sins?"

"Do you know that just because you said nothing, a murderer has been a hero for more than ten years? Do you think this is worthy of the Potters?"

Many people nodded subconsciously and couldn't agree more.

Of course they sympathized, but they only sympathized with the Potters for their lack of understanding.

But Sirius everyone would just be shocked by his stupidity.

Making a simple thing so complicated and involving more than ten years of his life is something that normal people cannot do.

Someone muttered: "As expected of a Gryffindor."

Sirius, who was already so embarrassed and angry, wanted to bury his head in the cracks in the ground. Dumbledore and Harry's expressions were also a little unnatural, and they were on pins and needles.

Seeing that the comments and accusations were getting louder and louder, Fudge had no choice but to bang the gavel and ask questions as usual.

"Peter Pettigrew, do you plead guilty to these charges?"

Peter, whose eyes had been blurry since he came in, gradually came back to his senses. He turned his head and saw Snape's cold eyes. His body was shaking like chaff, and he yelled at Fudge:

"There's so much nonsense about riding a horse! I did it! It's all my doing!"

"Hurry up and put me in Azkaban! Why are you delaying until now? Don't you already know it?"

"Just ride on a horse and you, a son of the beach, become the Minister of Magic. Why don't you die!"

"I'm from QNMLGB!"

Both Fudge and the other jury members were stunned by Peter Pettigrew's sudden outburst.

What did they hear?

A criminal dares to point his finger at the Minister of Magic and curse him. Is he crazy?

But what no one knows is that what Peter Pettigrew hates the most now is Fudge.

If he could have tried himself earlier and locked him up in Azkaban, he would have been tortured by Snape for ten full months?

"What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and get on the horse!"

"you you"

Fudge pointed his trembling finger at Peter Pettigrew, his vision went dark, and he fell backwards.

"No! The minister fainted!".