Chapter 137

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, but a small vent is installed in a corner.

The whole room looked dark and depressed.

Maka has been in the Ministry's detention room for nearly a week, but no one asked him to assist in the investigation. Even the routine process of taking a confession has not gone.

His hunch seemed to have come true.

"Lucius Malfoy? Or... Someone else?" Maka guessed.

He knew that this matter was not urgent. Now he was outside, and Dumbledore must be helping him arrange these things. And it takes time.

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

A few days later, someone finally appeared.

Here came two serious looking wizards. Without saying a word, they took Maka through the corridor and into the elevator, and then the elevator kept going down and down.

When Maka saw the number on the elevator jump to "9", the telescopic elevator protective door finally opened.

The two wizards walked silently with Maka between left and right, and soon came to a dark staircase down.

One more floor down, Maka found that the walls on both sides of the corridor were replaced by rough stone walls, with a torch inserted at intervals.

On both sides of the corridor, heavy wooden doors were arranged in sequence, with iron latches and shimmering key holes.

The two took Maka to the wooden door numbered "7". One took out a key from his waist, inserted it into the key hole and twisted it.

With a "click" sound, another person opened the iron door latch and the door opened

The environment inside is a little dark, probably because of the traceless stretching spell. The space is large, but it is illuminated only by the torch, which makes people feel a dignified atmosphere.

On the four sides are rows of stepped benches, which are arranged upward from low to high, and all seats can be clearly seen here.

At the moment, there are many male and female wizards dressed in purple robes and embroidered with a delicate "W" on their chest. Most of them looked solemn and calm.

In the front row of these seats, Marca saw Dumbledore. His expression was also very serious. He was closing his lips and staring at Marca carefully, as if he knew him again.

In front of Maka, in the middle of a small square space, there is a chair with chains fixed on the ground.

There is no doubt that this is the seventh courtroom in wiesengamo.

Maka didn't mean to ask why she was brought here - this behavior is meaningless. Maybe he will understand after a while.

"Subject, Marca McLean, bring him!" shouted one of the wizards who brought him beside him.

"Sit down!"

A cold man's voice echoed in the courtroom.

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

When his ass just fell on the cold chair, the iron chains around him suddenly jumped up and bound him firmly with a tinkling sound of metal collision.

He frowned, but said nothing.

"The second paragraph of Article 9 of the law on reasonable restraint of minor wizards stipulates that minor wizards can be put on trial without chains..." an old looking witch suddenly frowned and said.

"Yes, that's right... But the 'underage Wizard' in front of you is a particularly dangerous object to be tried, and the relevant regulations do not apply." the wizard who spoke before said coldly.

"Well," he continued, "Minister of magic fudge, please start!"

With a clear cough, Marca turned her eyes to Cornell fudge sitting next to Dumbledore in the first row.

Fudge is a fat man. He often wears a dark yellow green dome hat, but he doesn't wear it today. In addition, the greasy smile he used to have on his face when he spoke disappeared today.

He stared closely at Marca trapped in the chain and spoke loudly.

"Good," said Fudge. "The defendant is finally here. Let's start... Are you ready?"

"Of course," Marca replied coldly.

His calm about his situation seemed to stimulate fudge. The other party immediately couldn't wait to read out the pre-trial records.

"The trial of June 24," said Fudge in a loud voice, and the Secretary beside him immediately wrote, "the trial of Marca McLean, a third grader at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry, killing dwarf Peter."

"Interrogators: cornelli Oswald fudge, Minister of magic; Amelia Susan burns, director of the magic law enforcement department; Rufus butu schlinger, director of Auror's office..."

After announcing some customary contents of the trial, Fudge straightened his bow tie and picked up a material on the table.

"The defendant is accused of the following crimes: the defendant interfered in the search and round-up of the suspect when the law enforcement personnel of the Ministry of magic rounded up the suspect because he was involved in the homicide in Hogsmeade village on June 1, and killed the suspect on the spot in the chaos. According to the investigation of Aoluo headquarters, the suspect was not the real murderer of the homicide case, and the defendant confirmed that it was intentional homicide..."

"Three days ago, the suspect was identified as Peter Pettigrew, who narrowly escaped death in the case of Sirius Black destroying Muggle streets and slaughtering Muggles on November 13, 1981."

As soon as this sentence came out, the members of the wiesengamo review team at the scene immediately made a mess, and almost everyone whispered to each other.

"Silence!" said the cold wizard suddenly, and the scene immediately calmed down a little.

At this point, Fudge looked up at Maka and asked in a loud voice, "are you Maka McLean, a third grader at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry?"

"Yes," Marca nodded.

"In Hogsmeade village that day, did you really intervene in the rounding up of the suspect by Auror and beaters of the Ministry of magic without authorization?"

Maka pursed her mouth, but nodded. "Yes."

"So, did you finally kill dwarf Peter?"

"I didn't know it was Peter Pettigrew at that time. He was filled with black gas -" Maka said calmly. "I only knew that he had endangered my life at that time, and I had to resist and protect myself."

"However, according to the confession of the law enforcement officers present at that time, there was no black gas at that time! Moreover, the law enforcement officers had stopped you at that time, but you didn't stop immediately!"

Not far to fudge's left, a grim looking wizard with sharp eyes and long brown hair suddenly spoke.

"Excuse me, are you?" Marca looked at him and looked at him impolitely.

"I am Rufus schlinger, now the director of Auror's office." the wizard answered his question seriously.

"As far as I know, an isolated confession does not have evidential effect," Maka said calmly. "Please provide relevant evidence to support your statement."

"The relevant requirements of the defendant are valid. Please provide specific evidence of effectiveness." the cold male voice appeared again.

Slinger nodded and Lang said, "I apply for the admission of witnesses."

"Agree."

After a while, the wooden door was opened again and a wizard who Maka didn't 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 shrunk his neck, "there were many Dementors patrolling Hogsmeade village that night, and there were teams of Aurors coming and going back. Our family couldn't sleep... It should be around 11 p.m. when I was reading by the bedroom window, and then I heard a fierce fight outside..."

He told the situation tremblingly. In fact, most of them were right, but when he explained the situation after Peter's flame was extinguished, he was sure that there was no black air around Peter.

In addition, he also mentioned the obstruction by law enforcement officials.

He spoke with certainty as if it were true.

"Does the defendant have any objection to the witness's account?"

"..." Maka was silent for a moment, raised her head and said, "may I ask the witness, how did the flame on him go out at that time?"

"Er... Just a gust of wind?" Wells said, feeling a little inappropriate himself, and then added nervously, "a big wind! I can see it from a distance."

As he spoke, Maka's eyes kept moving on the faces of those members of the review team.

"I don't want to ask any more." he looked back and suddenly ended his question.

"Do you plead guilty?" asked fudge in a loud voice.

"I don't admit the crime of intentional homicide, because I don't recognize the appearance of dwarf Peter," Maka replied calmly. "Dwarf Peter was an active figure more than ten years ago, when I was just born; but over the years, as an unknown wizard, I couldn't know him."

"Maybe you happen to know from somewhere else?" cried fudge.

"Please provide relevant evidence," Maka said, looking at him.

Fudge opened his mouth and looked at skrinje, director of Auror's office, but he saw that the other party shook his head slightly.

"Well... You did kill someone, didn't you?" Fudge had to step back.

Makaton paused. He glanced at Dumbledore, who was always silent, then nodded and replied, "yes."

Before long, after a show of hands by the review team, Maka was convicted of manslaughter and was sentenced to five years in prison and a final penalty of halving the number of minors.

As for the place of execution, it is naturally the Azkaban wizard prison.

"The laws of the magic world are indeed much more imperfect than the Muggle world..." Marca, who was taken back to the detention room, was in the mood to ponder over such trivial matters.