Chapter 757: The Solemn Court

Shortly after the relatives of the 12 Muggle victims arrived, Sirius walked into the Tenth Courtroom surrounded by a group of witches.

The wizards' conversation disappeared instantly, and the entire courtroom fell eerily quiet.

He coldly refused the witches' company and walked alone with heavy steps to the first row where the relatives of the Muggle victims were.

In the corner, Rita was writing in her notebook, "John, do you think this is a show arranged by the Ministry of Magic?"

John looked towards Sirius, who was bowing and apologizing to the relatives of the Muggle victims.

The regret on his face and the tears in the corners of his eyes didn't seem fake. If this was really arranged by the Ministry of Magic, it would be too dark.

"Ms. Skeeter, Blake doesn't have to cooperate with the acting, right?"

Rita's mocking face revealed an intriguing smile, "Maintain a reasonable skepticism so that you can dig out the truth."

The truth of many things is more absurd than reasonable doubt. John nodded again, not quite understanding.

Sirius below was indeed apologizing from the bottom of his heart, and it was not because of the arrangement of the Ministry of Magic.

If he had not pursued him relentlessly, the desperate Peter Pettigrew would not have used the blasting curse to fake his own death and escape.

"I'm really sorry. It's me...it's me who made you lose your loved ones."

His voice grew louder and louder, and the nearby wizards immediately began to talk in low voices again.

In the eyes of pure-blood wizards, Sirius's apology to Muggles was to tarnish their reputation.

In the eyes of wizards who are closer to Muggles, his morality and character are superior to most wizards present.

Look at those Muggle relatives who were helping him up with tears in their eyes. Some things cannot be said with just words. Without true feelings, who would be willing to choose to forgive?

This scene deeply touched John, "Ms. Skeeter, I don't think Black is the kind of person who would cooperate with the Ministry of Magic's arrangements."

Rita stopped reading. "I still say that you need to maintain a reasonable skepticism at all times."

Her smile was full of contempt. "Have you forgotten the previous notice? Blake must have reached some agreement with them."

The Ministry of Magic vindicated Sirius too quickly, and portraying him as a victim to divert attention also required his cooperation.

John lowered his head in thought, and suddenly stared at Rita, "Ms. Skeeter, do you think it is possible that the Ministry of Magic is coercing Black?"

"What kind of coercion?"

He frowned and continued to think.

Reputation? Sirius was a pure-blooded alien who ran away from home when he was young. He was not the kind of person who cared about reputation at all.

Women? Impossible. Among those witches he had just rejected with a cold face, there were several who were very young and beautiful.

Money? As one of the legal heirs of the Black family, he already had more wealth than he could spend in his lifetime.

Power? That's a big question mark.

As for the last item, family...

John looked back at Rita, "I guess it's power, but I have no basis for it."

"enough."

At this moment, Courtroom 10 fell completely silent again.

The two looked towards the entrance.

It turned out that the last victim had arrived.

Harry followed Dumbledore, with Lupin and McGonagall beside him.

Rita just glanced at them casually, then turned her attention to the other three people who were following them from a distance.

Vincent and Hermione walked side by side, and Snape's cold eyes kept scanning behind them.

Tsk tsk - it looks like something particularly interesting has happened again.

While she was curious about how the two outstanding students played a prank on the poor Potions Professor, John's attention was always on Harry.

The savior in the rumors was just a shy little boy after all, and it was his first time in a place like the Tenth Courtroom, so it was normal for him to be a little scared and timid.

"Harry!" Sirius walked quickly towards him below.

The two hugged each other gently and returned to the front row.

John seemed to have the answer.

"Ms. Skeeter, it's family, and I've found the basis for it."

"Family?" Rita looked at Snape with confusion.

John twitched his lips, "I'm talking about Black. The Ministry of Magic should use his family to coerce him."

Rita finally reacted, but she didn't feel embarrassed at all. After a brief thought, she wrote a line of small words in her notebook.

"John, you can just call me Rita from now on."

I originally wanted to find an assistant for myself, and now it seems that I have found the talent.

Sirius is Harry's godfather, and the Ministry of Magic may really use this to coerce him.

This is big news!

Her eyes were fixed behind Vincent, who was sitting in the third row.

The New Newspaper is still just a concept at present. If this news is reported, although it can make a name for itself immediately, it may suffer the same fate as the Prophet Newspaper.

It was closed down just after its establishment, and no matter how rich her partners were, they could not withstand such a turmoil.

John saw her crossing out a line of small words she had just written in the notebook and couldn't help but look over curiously.

"Sirius Black has been shamelessly coerced, the Ministry of Magic has completely fallen, and the dark ages are about to come..."

He swallowed with a dry mouth, "Senior Ski-Rita, you really dare to write."

"There's nothing I dare not write." Rita closed the notebook with regret on her face.

"John, after the trial is over, are you interested in interviewing Blake with me?"

"Have!"

The two discussed the details and time soon came to 10 o'clock in the morning.

Representing the Supreme Wizarding Court, twenty Wizengamot members in purple robes entered on time.

Each of them had their faces mostly covered by hoods, and the huge courtroom was instantly shrouded in solemnity.

"I must go in!" A discordant voice suddenly broke the atmosphere.

The members of the Wizengamot stopped walking one after another, and the one in the front turned around and took off his hood.

He is Fudge.

He looked at the closed door at the entrance, "Let her in."

The person stopped by the guards was none other than Peter Pettigrew's mother.

Mrs. Peter walked into the courtroom with a worried look on her face, tightly clutching the Order of Merlin, First Class, which she had received on behalf of her son.

Amid countless angry gazes, she slowly followed the Wizengamot members and sat down in the first row closest to the iron chair.

This great maternal love did not work in court, and Peter Pettigrew's fate was already doomed.

The small commotion ended and the Tenth Courtroom returned to solemnity.

"Court is in session!" As soon as the presiding judge Amelia Bones finished speaking, the tightly closed door was opened again.

Peter Pettigrew, with a pale face and dull eyes, was escorted by two guards to sit on the extremely conspicuous iron chair.

The chains immediately bound him tightly, getting tighter and tighter. Even though they had already cut deeply into his flesh, his pale and thin face remained unchanged.

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