Chapter 226 Dracula’s so-called “good deeds”

Mrs. Pettigrew's unique defense caught Dumbledore off guard.

Unlike the highly developed social system of the Muggle world, the wizarding world has a relatively small population and relatively slow social development. The trial methods of the Wizengamot actually still retain strong medieval characteristics.

Therefore, in most trials in the wizarding world, the subjective emotions of the jury account for a large proportion.

Using Mrs. Pedillo's defense method to stir up the emotions of the Wizengamot jury might really make many more perceptual wizards lean towards Peter's side emotionally.

After all, Sirius' image of being cruel, rude, and dangerous has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and there is no way to change it in a while.

In contrast, more people are definitely still willing to believe an old lady who sincerely cries in front of them, even if she cannot give any complete evidence...

"Professor Dracula, isn't this situation bad for us?" Ron secretly tugged on Dracula's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

Harry also glanced at Sirius worriedly and moved closer to Dracula.

"Professor, what can you do?" he also asked.

Dracula glanced at Mrs. Pedillo with a headache, and saw that she was still crying uncontrollably, venting all her worries about her son.

One of the Wizengamot witches had wet eyes, and despite the dissuasion, she came down from the jury box, put her arm around Mrs. Pedillo's shoulders and comforted her.

"Actually, there is no solution." Dracula suddenly turned his gaze to Harry and asked in a confused manner: "Potter, can you show off your misfortune and slap your love?"

"Ah?" Harry opened his mouth, "What does this have to do with me?"

"It's very relevant. It's up to you whether you can exonerate your godfather." Dracula said, "As long as you can cry out about the unfair treatment you received in a Muggle family, there will definitely be many juries. The members will be moved by you.”

"But...but I, I don't know how to cry." Harry was completely confused and didn't know what Professor Dracula wanted him to do. "Although Aunt Petunia and others are really not good to me, at least I can still Can survive..."

Harry's mentality has always been quite good in Muggle society. Even when he was bullied by Dudley and his friends, he was able to find some joy in the process of chasing and escaping.

On weekdays, Dudley is very good at secretly using game consoles, toys, TVs and other things that he doesn't want to relieve his boredom. He can even count spiders as an entertainment activity when sleeping in the storage room under the stairs...

So it was indeed a bit difficult for him to force him to make a miserable expression and talk about his experience at the Dursleys.

"This is indeed a problem. If you have a wrong expression, it will not be easy to resonate..." Dracula rubbed his chin, thinking.

"Professor Dracula, there is no need to make things difficult for Harry, I can personally kill that traitor at any time!" Sirius stared coldly in Peter's direction and said viciously.

"No!" Harry couldn't help but almost raised his voice, "Sirius, if you really do that, the Ministry of Magic will really fight you to death! It's not worth it for such a traitor!"

"Harry, they can't catch me, believe me." Sirius turned to Harry and smiled.

"That won't work either. Do you want to stay in a dark place for the rest of your life?" Harry refused to let go.

"Okay, stop arguing, I thought about it." Dracula interrupted the two of them impatiently, "Isn't it just that you can't find the sad emotion? I just want to make you a little uncomfortable."

"Potter, when it's time for you to show off your misfortune, I will open a hole in the bag containing the dementors in your direction, and let the dementors suck away a little of your happiness. I'll make sure you get into the mood right away! "

"...Is this really good?" Ron glanced at the bag that Dracula had taken out from his hand with some worry.

Before Ron could say anything else, Harry resolutely agreed.

"Just do it, Professor Dracula!" he said firmly, and stood up from his chair.

Everyone present was attracted by the savior's behavior and looked at him curiously, wondering what Harry was going to say when he stood up at this time.

"I...I hope you can listen to me and say a few words. I want to tell you about my childhood." Suddenly standing under the gaze of many eyes, Harry felt uncomfortable for a moment and stumbled slightly.

But then, a familiar dark breath came from Harry's side.

The scene of Voldemort walking into his parents' safe house in Godric's Hollow unconsciously appeared in his eyes, and his heart twitched violently.

Fortunately, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class throughout the school year, Dracula allowed the young wizards to face dementors in person countless times. Harry had already learned the basic Patronus Charm and was no longer as afraid as he was at the beginning. The dementor was so shocked that he didn't faint on the spot.

"I spent my entire childhood in a locker under the stairs." Harry gritted his teeth and said with a sad expression and a trembling tone, "I didn't have the entertainment that other children should have, no delicious snacks, No new clothes or any birthday gifts..."

The entire venue fell silent. The members of the Wizengamot looked at Harry in disbelief and were shocked to hear him tell the story of his time in Muggle society in a sad tone.

"...That's it, until Hagrid found me in a shabby house on a reef on the sea and sent me the acceptance letter, Uncle Vernon tried every means to prevent me from returning to the magical world, wanting me to become a wizard for the rest of my life. Muggles who are doing nothing and accomplishing nothing."

"If it weren't for this Peter Pedillo's betrayal, I should have a gentle and generous mother and an outstanding and brave father..."

As he spoke, Harry's eyes gradually filled with tears. He didn't know whether it was the influence of the dementors or because he really felt sad about his life experience.

The eyes of the jury members in the trial room became a little sad. The eyes of several elderly witches were full of maternal love. It seemed that they could rush down from their seats at any time and hug Harry. In arms.

Before Harry told the story of his childhood, no one knew that the boy-who-lived had such a bad fate.

They all thought that Dumbledore sent the savior to the Muggle world to protect him and allow him to enjoy happiness in a safe place and avoid revenge from the Death Eaters.

However, it turned out that they were all wrong.

Mrs. Pedillo was originally crying with self-pity. After hearing Harry's complaint, she looked at Harry in the plaintiff's seat with her mouth open, and even forgot to continue crying.

She had no idea that such a child could suffer such a misfortune, and that his emotions could change so quickly, no less than an old lady of her age.

Seeing that the emotional tendencies of the jury members were gradually turning towards Harry, Mrs. Pedillo couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

She knew she had to do something and not let the opportunity she just got go to waste.

So Mrs. Pettyru stood up abruptly and shouted to Harry: "Harry, don't be bewitched by that Sirius Black. He must have learned many tricks to deceive people from the mysterious man. He is the best at deceiving." Others believe him!”

"Son, Peter is your father's most loyal friend. You have to think carefully before deciding which side to stand on!"

"How could you have the nerve to say such a thing in front of a child?!" Sirius jumped up angrily, "If it hadn't been for that dead rat that betrayed James, how could Harry have had such a miserable childhood? He still has such a miserable childhood! How dare you say that he is James’ most loyal friend? Bah!”

It was also the first time that he knew that Harry's life at his aunt's house was so twists and turns, which made his inner self-blame almost overflow from his heart.

"Just a reminder, Sirius Black!" Fudge hit the table with a hammer and shouted, "If you make any loud noise and disrupt the order of the trial again, I will have to order the Aurors to remove you from the courtroom. "

However, Sirius didn't look at him at all, but turned his head to look at Harry with a hint of impulse, a hint of hesitation and entanglement.

"Harry, I am your godfather, and your parents appointed me to be your guardian." He said softly, "If something bad happens to them..."

Harry was stunned for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, and there was a burst of anticipation in his eyes.

His heart was beating faster than ever, hoping that Sirius meant what he thought.

"This is the first time I know that you were treated like that at your aunt and uncle's house. I..." Sirius hesitated, "Well... Harry, I hope you can think about it. Once I restore my reputation... If you wanted a...a different home..."

It was as if some kind of explosion had occurred in Harry's heart. An uncontrollable joy pulsed from his heart to his brain, and finally rushed to his face, overflowing with a huge smile filled with joy.

"What...you mean, let me live with you?" He asked loudly, fearing that he had misunderstood Sirius's meaning, that he had some hallucinations or was in a dream, "I can leave Desi The Li family?"

"Of course, if you are willing." Sirius said quickly, "The way they treated you is not worthy of you living with them anymore. I think I can..."

"Are you kidding me?" Harry shouted, his voice rising to the point of hoarseness. "Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Do you have a house? When can I move in?"

Blake also looked at Harry in surprise. He could still feel everyone's eyes focused on the two of them, but he didn't care.

"Are you willing?" he asked, "Are you serious? I can buy a big house at any time, and it will definitely not be worse than your aunt's house!"

"Yes, of course I am serious!" Harry laughed.

Sirius's still thin face showed a real smile for the first time. Unlike the crazy smile in the past, this smile was actually warm.

No one present had ever thought that Sirius could show such a warm, gentle and gentle smile.

The effect of this smile was amazing, as if a handsome young man ten years younger than his appearance looked at Harry with joy through that thin mask.

At that moment, Dumbledore, Peter, and everyone who had ever known Sirius seemed to recognize in his face the man who had been the best man when James and Lily got married, laughing happily.

Mrs. Pedillo's heart froze.

She felt that after Sirius showed this smile, the advantage of this trial was further and further away from her.

"Sirius Black, second warning!" Fudge yelled angrily, "Don't discuss matters unrelated to the case during the trial. If it happens again, you will be directly sentenced to lose the case!"

Sirius finally quieted down.

Now more than ever, he wanted to restore his reputation, bring his godson to live with him, and free Harry from the abyss of the Dursleys.

"Boy, he's lying to you, do you know that? Sirius Black is lying to you!" Mrs. Pedroe still shouted unwillingly, "If you really live with him, you will eventually get peace with him. You will end up like your parents!"

However, Harry no longer cared what the bad old lady was talking about. He was immersed in the joy of being able to get away from the Dursleys and live with Sirius.

"Professor, can we win?" Looking at this scene, Ron asked Dracula in a low voice.

"The emotions of the other jury members are pretty good, but Fudge and Umbridge, the two disgusting guys, are a little troublesome." Dracula said, "Sirius must have an overwhelming advantage in winning votes to be foolproof. "

As he said that, he stood up from his seat and said, "Wait, I'll add another dose of strong medicine."

Before Ron could react, Dracula flashed and suddenly appeared next to the panicked Peter. He opened his mouth and swallowed the small half-bottle of Veritaserum he had asked for from Snape a few days ago. Pour it into Peter's mouth.

"Cough cough cough..." Peter realized something was wrong and struggled desperately.

However, how could his strength be compared to Dracula? Soon, the effect of the truth serum took effect.

"What are you doing?!" Mrs. Pedillo screamed, desperately trying to catch Dracula with her hands, but he slapped him aside.

Fudge also angrily hit the table gum hard with a hammer.

"Dracula, you used illegal drugs on the defendant in the courtroom in public. What do you think of the authority of the Wizengamot?" He gritted his teeth and said, "Where is the law enforcement Auror? Arrest him!"

"Wait a minute." Dracula didn't panic at all. He raised his hand to block several Aurors who wanted to take action. "I just watched Mr. Pedillo cry for too long, and his throat must be dry, so hello." He drank some water."

"How come my kind act of humanitarian concern has become illegal in your eyes?"

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