Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 136: The 7th courtroom

　　 This is a rather narrow room. There is nothing in the room except a small bed and a wall lamp.

　　 The wallpaper on the four walls is peeling off, which makes them look dirty. There are no windows on the wall, just a small vent in a corner.

　　 The whole room looked dim and depressed.

　　Maca has been in this Ministry of Magic detention room for nearly a week, but no one asked him to assist in the investigation. Even the customary procedures such as recording a confession have not gone through.

　　 His premonition seems to have really come true.

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

　　 He knew that this matter was not in a hurry, and he was out now, and Dumbledore must be helping him arrange these things. And this will take time.

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

　　 Another few days passed, and finally someone showed up.

　　 came two wizards who looked serious. They took Maca through the corridor and into the elevator without saying a word, and then the elevator kept going down and down again.

　　 When Maca saw that the number on the elevator jumped to "9", the telescopic elevator protective door finally opened.

　　 The two wizards, holding Maca on the left and right, walked forward silently, and soon they reached a dimly descending staircase.

　　 went one floor further down, and Maca found that the walls on both sides of the corridor had been replaced by rough stone walls, and a torch was inserted at intervals.

　　 On both sides of the corridor, heavy wooden doors are lined up one after the other, all of which are equipped with iron latches and gleaming keyholes.

　　 The two took Maca to the wooden door numbered "7". One took out a key from his waist and inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it hard.

　　 With a soft "click", another person pulled the iron door latch open, and the door opened...

The environment inside 　　 is slightly dim, probably because of the non-marking stretching curse, the space is large, but only relying on the torch to illuminate it makes people feel a certain dignified atmosphere invisibly.

　　 is surrounded by rows of stepped benches, arranged from low to high, so that all the seats can clearly see this side.

　　 At this moment, there are sparsely seated witches and wizards in fuchsia robes with a delicate "W" embroidered on their chests. Most of them looked solemnly and looked here calmly.

　　 On the front row of these seats, Maca saw Dumbledore, his expression was serious, he was closing his lips, and staring at Maca to look carefully, as if he was recognizing him again.

　　 Right in front of Maca, in the middle of a small square open space, there is a chair with a chain fixed on the ground.

　　 There is no doubt that this is the seventh courtroom of Wiesengamo.

　　 Maca didn’t mean to ask why he was brought here—this kind of behavior is meaningless. Maybe after a while, he will understand it naturally.

　　 "Interrogator, bring it with Maca McLean!" Beside him, one of the wizards who brought him over shouted.

　　 "Sit down!"

　　 The voice of a cold man echoed in the courtroom.

　　Maca glanced at the chair in the center of the room again. The armrest of the chair was a chain from the left to the right. He walked across the rough slate floor and sat down calmly.

　　 When his **** just fell on the ice-cold chair, the surrounding iron chains suddenly jumped up, tying him firmly with a clank of metal crashing.

　　 He frowned, but didn't say anything.

　　 "The second paragraph of Article 9 of the "Reasonable Restraint of Juvenile Wizards Act" stipulates that when a juvenile wizard is on trial, he can add his body without chains..." A witch who looked very old suddenly frowned. Opened the mouth.

　　 "Yes, that's right... However, the ‘underage wizard’ in front of you is a particularly dangerous subject under trial, and the relevant regulations do not apply." The witch who spoke before said in a cold tone.

　　 "Okay," he continued, "Minister of Magic Fudge, please start!"

　　 With a clear cough, Maca turned his gaze to Cornelius Fudge, who was sitting next to Dumbledore in the first row.

　　 Fudge is a big fat man. He often wears a dark yellow-green bowler hat, but today he does not wear it. In addition, the slick smile he always wore when he spoke before has disappeared today.

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

　　 "Very good," Fudge said, "The defendant is finally here, let's get started... Are you ready?"

　　 "Of course." Maca replied indifferently.

　　 His calmness about his situation seemed to irritate Fudge, and the other party immediately began to read the pre-trial record.

　　 "Judgment on June 24," Fudge said in a loud voice, and the secretary next to him immediately began to write quickly, "Trial of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry third-grader Maca McLean's killing of Peter Pettigrew One case."

　　"Interrogator: Minister of Magic Connelly Oswald Fudge; Director of Magic Law Enforcement Division Amelia Susan Bones; Director of Auror Office Rufus Boutu· Scrimgeour..."

　　 After announcing 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 was charged with the following crimes: the defendant intervened in search and round-up operations without authorization when he was involved in the Hogsmeade Murder in Hogsmeade on June 1 when the law enforcement officers of the Ministry of Magic rounded up the suspect, and shot the suspect on the spot in the chaos Killing. According to the Auror Command’s verification, the suspect was not the real murderer in the homicide case, and the defendant proved to be an intentional homicide..."

　　"Three days ago, the identity of the suspect has been identified. It was Peter Pettigrew who survived the Muggle Street destruction and Muggle massacre by Sirius Black on November 13, 1981--"

As soon as 　　 came out, the members of the Wiesengama review team at the scene suddenly made a mess, and almost everyone began to talk to each other in a low voice.

　　 "Quiet!" the cold-sounding wizard suddenly said loudly, and the scene calmed down a bit.

　　 At this time, Fudge raised his head, looked at Maca, and asked: "Are you a third-year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Maca McLean?"

　　 "Yes." Maca nodded and replied.

　　 "In Hogsmeade that day, did you really intervene in the round up of the suspect by the Aurors and the strikers of the Ministry of Magic?"

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

　　 "So, did you actually kill Peter Pettigrew in the end?"

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

　　 "However, according to the confession of the law enforcement officers present at the time, there was nothing black at the time! Moreover, the law enforcement officers had stopped you at that time, but you did not stop immediately!"

　　 Not far to the left of Fudge, a stern, sharp-eyed wizard with long brown hair suddenly spoke.

　　 "Excuse me, are you?" Maca looked at him, and stared at him unceremoniously.

　　 "Myself, Rufus Scrimgeour, is currently the head of the Auror office." The wizard answered his question seriously.

　　"As far as I know, isolated confessions do not have the effect of evidence," Maca calmly said, "Please provide relevant evidence to support your statement."

　　 "The defendant's relevant requirements are valid. Please provide concrete evidence of validity." The cold male voice appeared again.

　　 Scrimgeour nodded and said loudly: "I am applying for a witness to enter the venue."

　　 "Agree."

　　 After a while, the wooden door was opened again, and a wizard whom Maca did not know was brought in.

　　 "Witness name?"

　　 "My name is Edmund George Wells." The wizard looked scared, and he replied timidly.

　　 "What testimony do you want to confess?"

　　 "Oh... yes," Wells shrank his neck. "There were a lot of dementors patrolling in Hogsmeade that night, and there were teams of Aurors coming and going. Can't sleep... It should be around 11 o'clock in the evening. I was reading by the bedroom window, and then I heard fierce fighting outside..."

　　 He tremblingly recounted the situation at the time. In fact, most of them were right, but when he explained the situation after the flame on Peter went out, he said with certainty that there was no black air entangled in Peter.

　　 And, he also mentioned the blocking by law enforcement officers.

　　 He said it categorically, as if it were true.

　　 "Does the defendant object to the witness's account?"

　　"..." Maca was silent for a moment~IndoMTL.com~ looked up and said, "Excuse me, how did the flame on his body go out at that time?"

　　 "Uh... just, it's just a gust of wind?" Wells said, even he felt a little improper, and then added nervously, "A lot of wind! I saw it from a distance Of."

　　While he was speaking, Maca's eyes kept wandering on the faces of the members of the censorship team.

　　 "I don't want to ask anymore." He withdrew his gaze and suddenly ended the question.

　　 "Then do you confess your guilt!" Fudge asked loudly.

　　 "I don’t admit the charge of intentional murder because I don’t recognize the appearance of Peter Pettigrew." Maca replied calmly, “Peter Pettigrew was a character who was active more than ten years ago when I was just born. ; And over the years, as an unfamiliar wizard, it is impossible for me to know him."

　　 "Maybe you happened to know it from elsewhere?" Fudge couldn't help but exclaimed.

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

　　 Fudge opened his mouth and looked at Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror office, but saw that he shook his head slightly.

　　 "Then...you did kill someone, right?" Fudge had to take a step back.

　　Mackah paused. He glanced at Dumbledore, who was always silent, then nodded and replied: "Yes."

　　 Not long after, after a vote by a show of hands by the jury, Maca was convicted of manslaughter and received a five-year imprisonment and a final punishment of halving minors.

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

　　 "The laws of the magical world are far more imperfect than the Muggle world..." Maca, who was taken back to the detention room, was still in the mood to ponder this trivial matter.