Rebirth of the Harry Potter

"Mr. Potter, many people are not as conscious as you." A tall wizard beside Harry said.

The speaker was a middle-aged man with short gray hair combed neatly, slightly bald, with a short beard and a majestic face. He looked like a big shot who had been in a high position for a long time.

"You are?" Harry asked curiously.

"Barty Crouch." The man's voice was loud and thick. It seems that his name should be so admirable.

"Oh..." Harry pulled out his voice.

Barty Crouch frowned, but he didn't feel any respect.

"That's the... last head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, right? That's an important position."

A smile appeared on Barty Crouch's face: "Not bad..."

Harry continued, "It's that... son who is the Death Eater's Director of Magical Law Enforcement, right?"

"It's a pity. I heard that the minister of the Ministry of Magic is usually promoted from this position. I don't know if this is the case." Harry was thirsty for knowledge.

There was anger in Barty Crouch's eyes, which was an eternal pain in his heart, but he was too embarrassed to get angry.

Seeing Sirius, Harry suddenly seemed to remember it, and said loudly: "That's the one...the one who imprisoned Sirius Black in Azkaban prison without trial more than ten years ago, so it was you. With this decisive wrist, you are not in the limelight for a while, why did you have such a thing, your son is quite cheating..."

Hundreds of people behind heard this.

In fact, they all knew this fact, but no one dared to deliberately mention it in front of Barty Crouch. Now they suddenly heard someone say it loudly, and they couldn't help but look at it.

Barty Crouch's body was trembling, almost uncontrollable.

He regretted so much why he insisted on talking to Harry, so that he couldn't get off the stage now.

Just then Cornelius Fudge entered.

So this small chapter was over, and Barty Crouch quietly let out a sigh of relief, and walked away from Harry quietly.

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Fudge Connelly, Minister for Magic, was also an interrogator at the Wizarding Court.

What a chaotic officialdom system, the division of labor is not clear at all.

It is equivalent to the prime minister of the Muggles who also serves as a judge of the Supreme People's Court, which is ridiculous.

However, this should be the last glory of Fudge Connelly... although he himself has not realized it yet.

Fudge sat down at the front table, flanked by the stern-faced witch and the pink toad.

The courtroom fell silent.

"Okay, silence everyone... are you ready?" he called to the person on the far side.

"Yes, sir." In the first row on the right side of the room, at the seat closest to the table above, Percy Weasley hurriedly got off the stool, stood up and replied respectfully.

"Yeah." Fudge nodded slightly.

Percy Weasley looked like a eunuch who had received the emperor's order, with a look of sharing honor and disgrace.

He sat upright, with his left hand on the parchment,

Holding the quill in his right hand, he looked at Minister Fudge with focused and serious eyes, waiting for him to continue giving orders.

"The trial on January 3rd has officially begun." Fudge said decently.

Harry felt something was missing, and thought for a moment, thinking that if Fudge could slap the gavel in his hand, it would be more like the same thing.

"The trial of Sirius Black hiding his identity as a Death Eater, joining... Voldemort's camp, tipping off Voldemort, killing wizards from the Ministry of Magic camp, massacring innocent Muggles, and betraying the British wizarding community!"

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic, Amelia Susan Burns, Head of Magical Law Enforcement, Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary .Judgment Recorder: Percy Ignat Hughes Weasley..."

Although no one was looking at Percy, he moved, straightened his back even more, and coughed twice in a voice only he could hear. It seemed that what awaited him was some important speech.

This is the first time his name has been heard in the wizarding world.

Although it is only a trivial recorder, it is predictable-sooner or later, this name will make all wizards feel like thunder. Percy Weasley was ruddy and confident.

"Witness for the defense: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." Fudge read the name with some disgust. I don't know if it is because the name is too long and Fudge doesn't like it, or Fudge Hate a wizard with that name.

Dumbledore came out of the shadows calmly and stood beside Sirius Black.

He was wearing a black and blue robe, and his face was extremely serene.

Dumbledore walked to the center of the courtroom and looked at Fudge through half-moon spectacles perched on the bridge of his hooked nose, his long silver beard and hair gleaming in the light of the torches.

Harry saw an interesting scene: behind Dumbledore, the fifty members of the Wizengamot had different expressions, some hated, some were annoyed, some were afraid, some cheered...

Harry used to think that Dumbledore had been in the Wizengamot for so long, and the people inside had been brainwashed by him long ago, and they were all his loyal followers. It seemed that was not the case.

In the wizarding court, the trial is conducted in the form of the interrogator asking questions, and the arbitrator can also ask questions.

The interrogated person answered the questions and explained them one by one.

Both sides come and go, until there is no question in the end.

The decision is then made by a show of hands.

If more than half of the people raise their hands and think that the person being interrogated is guilty, then he is guilty.

On the contrary, not guilty.

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"Defendant Sirius Black... Thirteen years ago, were you involved in the battle that resulted in the killing of thirteen Muggles?" Fudge didn't ask questions that could prove Black's innocence, but asked some , confusing, borderline issues.

Sirius replied: "Yes, but..."

"You were born in a noble pure-blood family, the Black family...and it is well known that the Black family all surrendered to Voldemort, right?" Fudge guided the wizard's conjecture with malice.

Sirius glared at Fudge: "Yes, but this week with me..."

Fudge interrupted him: "Your witness, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, testified that you told him yourself that you were the secret agent of James Lily and Mrs. Man, is there such a thing?"

Hearing those two names, Sirius fell silent.

Fudge was in the shadows, smiling slightly.

At this time, he was not in a hurry, and waited for Sirius' answer with all his leisure.

Sirius raised his head and said, "That's right, but there are some things you should also know..."

Fudge waved his hand: "Okay, we already know, you answer other questions first..."

"On the day when you were arrested, you kept saying to yourself, 'I killed them...', is there such a thing!" Fudge shouted suddenly.

Sirius Black instantly returned to the night when he saw their dead bodies, he nodded subconsciously.

Beautiful, lore! Fudge smiled.

Fudge glanced at the group of members of the Wizengamot, winked at some wizards, and said indifferently: "I have asked all the questions that should be asked, and you have heard them clearly. I want to make a ruling. There are some numbers."

"Yes……"

"Um……"

"what……"

"That's right..."

"That's how it should be..."

Some wizards whispered to each other, and those who had just shown dissatisfied expressions behind Dumbledore nodded.

One of them was a short, fat male wizard with a big black beard and whispered in the ear of a curly-haired female wizard next to him. The sorcerer looked at Dumbledore with a sneer and nodded.

Harry heard the "judgment", and raised his head in a daze: "Ah, is it over?"

Didn't he just wander off for a while, thinking that it hadn't started yet, but unexpectedly it was over.

Harry looked at the red-faced Fudge approvingly, and said, "Is this the interrogation technique of the Minister of Magic? Anyone who is white can be called black. No wonder Fudge can be on the throne, but you can only go to the Department of International Magical Cooperation What a cold bench. I really underestimated him, don't you think, Director Crouch... Hey, what are you doing so far away from me?"

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Note: The name of Cornelius Fudge was wrongly typed earlier, and it was called Fudge Connelly. Apologize,