This is a rather narrow room, except for a small bed and a wall lamp, there is nothing left.

The wallpaper on all four walls was peeling off a bit, which made them look dirty. There were no windows on the wall, but a small vent was installed in a corner.

The whole room looked dark and depressed.

Umaka has been in this Ministry's detention room for almost a week, but no one was asked to assist in the investigation. Even the routine process of recording a confession was not followed.

His hunch seemed to be fulfilled.

"Is it Lucius Malfoy? Or ... someone else?" Marka guessed secretly.

知道 He knew that this matter could not be rushed, and now Dumbledore must be helping him arrange these things. And it takes time.

Although this time is a little hasty, everything is still planned.

A few days passed, and finally someone appeared.

Here came two serious-looking witches. They took Maca across the corridor without entering a word, into the elevator, and the elevator kept going down and down.

玛 When Maca saw the number on the elevator jump to "9", the retractable elevator protective door finally opened.

The two witches walked forward silently, holding Maca left and right, and soon reached a dim staircase that descended.

I walked down one more level, and Maca found that the walls on both sides of the corridor were replaced with rough stone walls, and a torch was inserted at intervals.

On both sides of the corridor, a heavy wooden door was lined up in sequence, with iron latches and shimmering keyholes installed on the doors.

The two took Maca to the wooden door number "7", and one person took a key from his waist and inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it hard.

With the sound of "click", another person pulled the iron door latch open, and the door opened ...

The environment inside the puppet is slightly dim, presumably because of the invisible stretch spell, the space is large, but only relying on the torch in the lighting, people feel a kind of dignified atmosphere.

On all sides are rows of stepped benches, which are arranged in order from low to high, and all seats can clearly see this side.

At this moment, there were a few male and female wizards in lavender robes and a delicate "W" embroidered on their chests. Most of them looked solemn and looked at them calmly.

In the front row of these seats, Maca saw Dumbledore, his expression was very serious, he closed his lips tightly, stared at Maca and looked carefully, as if he was recognizing him.

In front of Maca, in the middle of a small square open space, a chair with a chain was fixed on the ground.

No doubt, this is the seventh court of Wisengamo.

玛 As for why he was brought here, Maca didn't mean to ask questions-this behavior is meaningless. Perhaps after a while, he will understand.

"Interviewee, Marka McLean is here!" One of the witches who brought him over shouted beside him.

"Sit down!"

A cold man's voice echoed in the courtroom.

Maca glanced again at the chair in the center of the room, with the left and right chains on the armrests of the chair. He walked across the rough slate floor and sat down calmly.

When his **** just landed on the cold chair, the iron chains around him suddenly slammed and tied him tightly with the sound of metal clanging.

He frowned, but said nothing.

"The second paragraph of Article 9 of the Law on the Reasonable Restriction of Juvenile Wizards stipulates that juvenile wizards can stand up without chains when they are being tried ..." An old-looking witch suddenly frowned and said.

"Yes, that's right ... but, the 'minor wizard' in front of you is a particularly dangerous subject and the relevant regulations do not apply." The wizard who spoke before was cold and authentic.

"Well," he continued, "Fuji, Minister of Magic, please start!"

With a clear cough, Maca turned her eyes to Connelly Fudge, who was sitting next to Dumbledore in the first row.

Bian Fuji is a big fat man, he often wears a dark yellow green dome hat, but today he does not wear it. In addition, the kind of slick smile that always appeared on his face when he talked before disappeared today.

He stared at Maca, who was trapped in the chains, and said loudly.

"Very well," said Fudge, "the defendant is finally here, let's get started ... are you ready?"

"Of course," Makar replied indifferently.

He's calmness of his situation seems to stimulate Fudge, and the other party can't wait to start reading the pre-trial records.

"Judgment on June 24," said Fudge in a loud voice, and the secretary beside him immediately wrote, "trialing the case of third-year student Marc McLean of Hogwarts School of Magic killing Peter Peter. "

"Interrogator: Cornelis Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic; Amelia Susan Burns, Director of Enforcement of Magical Law; Rufus Butu Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office ... "

After proclaiming some of the customary content of the trial, Fudge straightened his bow tie and picked up a piece of material on the table.

"The defendant is accused of the following crimes: The defendant involved in the Hogsmead village killing on June 1 and intervened in the search, round-up operation without authorization when law enforcement officers of the Ministry of Magic rounded up the suspect, and killed the suspect on the spot during the chaos. According to The Auror Command verified that the suspect was not the real killer in the killing case, and the defendant was confirmed to have committed intentional killing ... "

"Three days ago, the identity of the suspect was ascertained. On November 13, 1981, Sirius Black destroyed the streets of Muggle and killed Muggle in the case of Peter-"

As soon as this sentence came out, the members of the Wessengamo review team at the scene immediately disturbed, and almost everyone whispered to each other.

"Quiet!" The cold-tongued witch suddenly exclaimed, and the scene calmed down a little at once.

At this moment, Fudge looked up and looked at Macallan and asked, "You are the third grader at Hogwarts School of Magic, Maca McLean?"

"Yes," Makar nodded.

"In Hogsmeade Village that day, did you interfere in the round-up of the suspect by the Ministry of Aurors and Strikemen without permission?"

Maca pursed her lips, but nodded, "Yes."

那么 "So, did you kill Peter the dwarf in the end?"

"I didn't know it was Peter the dwarf. He was full of black gas at the time-" Maca said calmly, "I only know that he had endangered my life at that time, and I had to fight against myself."

然而 "However, according to the confession of the law enforcement officers present at the time, there was no anger at that time! And, the law enforcement officers had blocked you at that time, but you did not stop immediately!"

Not far from Fudge's left, a witch with a grim look and sharp eyes and long brown hair suddenly spoke.

"Excuse me, are you?" Marka looked at him, politely staring at him.

"I'm Rufus Scrimgeour, now the director of the Auror office." The witch answered his question seriously.

"To the best of my knowledge, an isolated confession is not valid," Maca said calmly. "Please provide relevant evidence to support your account."

"The defendant's relevant request is valid, please provide concrete evidence of its effectiveness." The cold male voice appeared again.

Mr. Scrimgeour nodded and said loudly, "I apply for witness admission."

"Agree."

After a while, the wooden door was opened again, and a witch Makar didn't know was brought in.

"Witness name?"

"My name is Edmond George Wells." The witch looked a little scared, and he timidly answered.

"What testimony do you want to confess?"

"Oh ... yes," Wells shrank his neck. "There were a lot of Dementors on patrol that night in Hogsmeade, and there were teams of Aurors back and forth. None of us could sleep ... … It should be around 11pm, I was reading a book by the bedroom window, and then I heard a fierce fight outside ... ”

He trembled to describe the situation at that time, but most of them were right, but when he explained the situation after Peter's flames extinguished, he said with certainty that there was no dark gas entangled in Peter.

Also, he mentioned cases of blocking by law enforcement officials.

He was decisive, as if it were true.

"Did the defendant disagree with the witness's account?"

"..." Maca was silent for a while ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ looked up and said, "Excuse the witness, how did the flame on his body go out at that time?"

呃 "Uh ... just, a gust of wind?" Wells said, and even he felt a little inappropriate, and then added nervously, "It's a big wind! I saw it from afar."

While he was talking, Maca's gaze was constantly moving on the faces of those members of the censors.

"I don't want to ask any more." He looked away and suddenly ended the questioning.

"Do you plead guilty!" Fudge asked loudly.

"I don't confess the charges of intentional homicide, because I don't recognize the appearance of Peter the dwarf." Marka calmly replied, "Peter was a character who was active more than ten years ago, when I was just born; and these I have n’t known him as a shaman so many years ago. "

也许 "Maybe you happened to know from elsewhere?" Fudge couldn't help crying.

请 "Please provide relevant evidence." Maca looked at him and said.

Xi Fuji opened her mouth and looked at Scrimgeour, the director of Auror's office, but saw the other person shake his head slightly.

那 "So ... you did kill someone, is that correct?" Fudge had to take a step back.

Macart paused, glanced at Dumbledore, who was always silent, and then nodded, "Yes."

Not long after, after a review by a hand of the review team, Maca was convicted of manslaughter and sentenced to 5 years in prison and a final penalty of halving the minor.

As for the place of execution, it is naturally the Azkaban Wizarding Prison.

"The law in the magic world is indeed much more imperfect than the Muggle world ..." Maca, who was taken back to the detention room, was still thinking about such trivial matters.