"The trial of Peter Pettigrew at Hogwarts?" Fudge froze for a moment. "Why?"

After Fudge met Dumbledore, he heard from Dumbledore that this Fudge seemed very absurd idea before they chatted a few words.

He really couldn't understand why Dumbledore would do this. There is no doubt that this is illegal. Trials of prisoners have always been carried out at the Ministry of Magic. How can there be a reason to go to schools to try prisoners? Could it be that Dumbledore wanted to get in the limelight and usurp the power of the Ministry of Magic? The thought popped into Fudge's mind, and he dismissed it immediately—Dumbledore wasn't that kind of person.

"Because I think it makes sense to do this, the vast majority of young wizards who go to school at Hogwarts have never seen a real courtroom and trial, and if this trial can be held at Hogwarts, it can open up their Vision. Peter's confession can also teach them a lesson." Dumbledore said slowly.

Fudge frowned, he thought Dumbledore was right, but he just didn't want this trial at Hogwarts.

This is the instinct of power creatures.

But now Dumbledore has the initiative: he caught the man, he investigated the truth of the case, and even the criminal Peter was firmly in his hands. With all this done, Fudge should have met Dumbledore's little request if he wanted to.

But the difference between politicians and ordinary people is that they are really thick-skinned.

Fudge is a politician. So he said cheekily: "The idea is good, but I'm a little worried about the rest of the mysterious man. Some people escaped the trial back then, and I don't know how they would react when they heard the news. We should take precautions in advance."

Fudge was sincere, as if he was really thinking of the teachers and students at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore stared at Fudge for a moment. Fudge was seen with a guilty conscience, and when he was about to speak again, Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, that's hard work for you."

Fudge was happy.

"How will Peter be punished?"

Faced with this question, Fudge thought for a moment, "According to the law, he will be sentenced to life in Azkaban. If the jury has no opinion, it will be punished like this."

The fixed punishment in the magical world is Azkaban's life imprisonment, and very few prisoners are sentenced to capital punishment. As for the Dementor's kiss, only a vicious criminal like Sirius who escaped from Azkaban can get it.

"So, Sirius is probably going to be disappointed. He really wants to kill Peter." Dumbledore sighed, "Go to the school hospital and take Peter away."

"I'll clear Blake as soon as possible." Fudge pretended not to hear the first half of the sentence, and left his office after saying goodbye to Dumbledore.

When Fudge and Dumbledore were about to chat, Tom and Burns also ended their conversation. ·

"You can rest assured, ma'am, that the general trend is like this, and Fudge can't go against it." Tom said to Burns, placing the dry glass back on the dirt-covered table.

Although he knew that the mysterious young man on the opposite side was comforting himself, Burns still felt that the words were a bit harsh, as if Dumbledore hiding behind the scenes could replace the Minister of Magic with just a touch of a finger.

"I hope, but Fudge is not so easy to solve." She sternly returned.

"Then wait and see, but don't miss your chance. It's time for you to start reaching out to your supporters."

"Okay." Burns ended the conversation. She left the Phoenix Cocktail, which she had never touched, on the table, got up and left.

Early the next morning, the little wizards gathered in the auditorium as usual for a sumptuous dinner. At this time, a large group of owls flew in and delivered letters from family members and newspapers and magazines ordered by students to them.

Hermione put down her fork and looked at the owls in Wuyang with some envy. Her parents never took the initiative to send her a letter, she wrote it first, and then the Grangers asked the owl to bring the letter back.

But that doesn't mean she can't get emails. She subscribes to the Daily Prophet and a number of other magical journals.

Today, a grain-colored owl landed on her plate with a fresh copy of the Daily Prophet, nearly knocking over her cereal.

The owl colony during breakfast at Hogwarts does cause problems for students: flying feathers, droppings from the sky and owls gliding down like bombers can easily ruin your breakfast.

Hermione put a nut in the leather pouch on the owl's foot and successfully got her own newspaper. Many little wizards like her also received the newspapers they ordered and read them while eating.

Then they froze. The front page of the newspaper read:

[The former hero is actually the culprit? Sirius Black is vindicated! 】

The accompanying picture is Blake's hysterical roaring photo, but this time in the lower right corner is a photo of a shyly smiling boy - an image from Peter Pettigrew's school days.

The newspaper also had a subheading: Sir Merlin's Regiment Suspected to Deprive Pettigrew of Sir Peter Merlin's Regiment 1st Class Medal

Such headlines are enough to make their jaw drop. There was a crackling sound in the auditorium - the sound of the knives and forks in the hands of the little wizards falling on the dining table.

"How is this possible!" These words sounded in countless mouths.

It can be said that except for the parties that day, no one in the entire auditorium was not surprised. It can be seen that everyone present that day was tight-lipped, and even some professors didn't know about it~lightnovelpub.net~ Hagrid, who was sitting on the edge of the faculty bench, had tears in his eyes, and he took out a handkerchief the size of a towel. , blew his nose, and made a horn-like chirping. However, people like the deans, Harry Ron, Tom Hermione, and Percy are still very calm.

Professor Flitwick spread the butter on the bread to himself, as did Newt, who was sitting next to him. Professor Sprout held up the newspaper and approached his best friend, Professor McGonagall, and said something. Snape's entire face turned blue.

For Snape, it was a bolt from the blue! The guy he hated the most back then is going to be whitewashed, can he not be angry? The source of his happiness during this time was fantasizing about grabbing Blake with his own hands and bringing him upside down in front of the Dementors. Happy now!

There was nothing unusual about the little wizards in the audience who knew it. They just felt that the news of the Daily Prophet was really well-informed.

"It's about to start..." Tom muttered in a voice that only he could hear, and then silently protected his plate, lest it be trampled by an owl without eyes.

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