Chapter 759: The Judgment Result Has Already Begun

How unpopular is the search spell?

Some of the pure-blood gentlemen who were listening in had never even heard of it, let alone the complete spell.

The only wizards present who knew about it and could perform it successfully were Dumbledore and Vincent.

But very unfortunately, both of them knew Sirius and had a close friendship with him.

According to normal judicial procedures, such evidence should not be sufficient for reference.

But today's trial is a show, a show that brings people together at the Ministry of Magic.

Moreover, the laws of the wizarding world are full of confusion and loopholes, and are only slightly better than the Middle Ages where people could be convicted based on verbal accusations alone.

So, Vincent and Dumbledore cast searching spells on Sirius and Peter Pettigrew respectively.

All the wizards only felt a strong magical fluctuation, and then nothing happened.

The results were also announced by two people. As to whether it was fake or not, the indignant people would not investigate it, they would just believe it was true.

If the Ministry of Magic had a script, the entire trial process would have been exactly as written.

All the evidence and witness testimonies have been submitted, and the presiding judge announced a recess to allow the court to deliberate with the jury.

There was no fierce argument, only cold conversations between you and me.

As time passed, Mrs. Peter's already uneasy heart sank to the bottom of the cold lake.

No one spoke up to refute the evidence throughout the trial, and she finally realized that this was a show arranged by the Ministry of Magic.

"me……"

A voice was heard in the silent courtroom.

Mrs. Peter mustered up the courage to stand up, "I...I want to defend my son."

Fudge, from the jury, spoke quietly to Bones.

In order to demonstrate the impartiality of the Ministry of Magic, Mrs. Peter certainly has the right to defend her son.

"I refuse!" However, Peter Pettigrew's first speech was to reject his mother's request.

"Child, you..."

"It's no use, Mom."

Mrs. Peter clenched the medal tightly in her hand.

Yeah, it's useless.

Her son was not only an accomplice in the murder of the Potters, but also the real murderer who killed 12 innocent Muggles.

But no matter how slim the chance is, she is willing to try.

"Child, you can't give up. Even if fate has decided your life or death, you should still try to resist."

Peter Pettigrew's lifeless eyes seemed to regain some light, but soon dimmed completely again.

It was too late. Whether it was the night he faced Voldemort 12 years ago or the current script that was only waiting for the ending, no matter how he resisted, it was futile.

"Child, listen to me, I can definitely..."

"Stop it, Mom." Peter Pettigrew's voice was trembling.

"They won't expect me to repent, and they won't give me a chance, ever..."

"You have to fight for your own opportunities. If you give up, no one can save you—"

"Stop talking!" Peter Pettigrew roared hysterically, and the chains that bound him tightened immediately.

"Look at the people here! They all wish I could die right now!"

Mrs. Peter turned pale and loosened the medal she had been holding tightly.

She knew that her child was weak and would not have the courage to resist fate.

If so, he would not have betrayed the Potters 12 years ago.

She looked at the people in the courtroom, and their indifferent faces were deeply imprinted in her mind.

"Respectfully...respected judge and jury, I...I don't want to defend my son anymore..."

Mrs. Peter is a great mother and many people look at her with admiration.

There were many people who sympathized with her, but more people just laughed at her for fun.

The presiding judge and the jury were professionals after all, including Fudge and Umbridge, whose extremely serious faces did not reveal the slightest emotion.

Five minutes later, Bones returned to the judge's bench.

She glanced at Peter Pettigrew, who had calmed down again, and announced the verdict with a blank expression.

"The jury unanimously found the prisoner, Peter Pettigrew, guilty of indirect murder and intentional homicide.

And because he caused very heavy losses to the Muggle world during his escape, which seriously violated the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, we unanimously decided to give him the maximum penalty."

Mrs. Peter clenched the medal in her hand again.

She still hopes for a miracle to happen, no matter how far away or slim it is.

"The prisoner, Peter Pettigrew, has committed an unforgivable crime and has had an extremely bad impact on the wizarding and Muggle communities. In accordance with the will of the Supreme Wizarding Court, he has been sentenced to death in accordance with the law."

Bones' words hit Mrs. Peter's heart like a heavy hammer.

She looked at the numb face on the iron chair with tears in her eyes.

At this moment, her world collapsed again.

Countless cheers suddenly rang out in the tenth courtroom.

"Good! This bastard should die!"

"The world is fair, respect the great law!"

"I want to see him die with my own eyes!"

Mrs. Peter completely broke down, slipped off her chair, knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

Peter Pettigrew's eyes changed, but soon returned to numbness.

"Bang!" A rotten egg flying from the audience hit him on the forehead.

Even if it wasn't a big dung ball, the stench that spread instantly still made people feel uncomfortable.

Before the court guards could react, rotten fruits and vegetables were thrown down one after another.

The fact that so many wizards escaped the inspection of the Ministry of Magic seemed to have been planned in advance.

While the guards were still on their way, Mrs. Peter had already climbed over the gallery and ran to the iron chair.

She hugged Peter Pettigrew tightly to block the falling objects.

"Don't be afraid, kid. I will always be with you."

Peter Pettigrew seemed to be touched, with hot tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

The guards quickly subdued the wizards, and the presiding judge and the jury seemed to have no intention of pursuing them, only giving them a not-so-harsh warning.

After all, a court is a court, not a place where one can act arbitrarily.

Vincent patted Hermione who was looking at the mother and son below.

Compared to Bones, who is also a woman, she is still easily soft-hearted now.

"Should I not sympathize with them?"

"Laws and morals are prone to conflict. It's not a big deal when you encounter this kind of situation, but there will be more difficult times than this."

Hermione's eyes became extremely firm, "I know, so I must stick to my bottom line."

Sympathizing with Mrs. Peter does not mean sympathizing with Peter Pettigrew, and the outcome of this trial has already been determined.

The riot was completely quelled, but the discussion continued.

The Ministry of Magic's decision to expand the Tenth Courtroom was quite foresighted. At least the objects thrown down there did not hit the wrong place.

After Bones announced his withdrawal from court, many wizards still stayed.

She had no choice but to let the guards take the mother and son away, and they left the courtroom one after another.

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