Chapter 224 - 224 Wisengamo courtroom

Chapter 224: Chapter 224 Wisengamo courtroom

Early in the morning on the day of the trial, Sirius changed into a decent outfit inside the Blake ancestral house and walked slowly towards the door of the house.

Near the doorway hung a portrait of an old woman, who grunted lightly when she saw Sirius, then turned around and disappeared into the frame, as if she didn't want to see the de facto heir of the Blake family.

"Sirius, have you upset mom again?" Regulus' voice came from far away from the stairway. "Why did she suddenly run upstairs from her portrait downstairs?"

"She's been muttering all day for me to find a wizard from a pureblood family to marry, wouldn't you be annoyed if it were you?" Sirius shouted casually upstairs, "She's got that look on her face like the Brecks are going extinct."

"Is there a problem with what mom said? You can't have me in this cunt body to carry on the Breck family's legacy, can you?" Regulus shouted.

He came around the corner of the stairway and his expression looked a little surprised to see Sirius, who was rarely no longer scruffy.

"Huh, what's gotten into you today?" Regulus looked Sirius up and down, "How come you're suddenly dressed like a man ... You're not really planning on going on a date with a woman, are you?"

After all, Sirius had stayed in Azkaban for more than ten years, and had long since paid no attention to things like image and decency, and stayed at home every day in a scruffy manner, causing Mrs. Blake in the portrait to dislike him whenever she had the chance.

However, today Sirius suddenly changed into a formal dress, and even trimmed his hair and beard on purpose, revealing his original handsome face.

Regulus naturally found it very strange.

"Of course it's not because of this kind of thing." Sirius said impatiently, "I'll be meeting my godson today, so at least I can't make too bad an impression on him."

With that, he walked over to Regulus and posed in front of him.

"How do I look in this? Will Harry like it when he sees it?"

"It's pretty much like a person no matter what you're wearing, in contrast to how you looked before anyway." Regulus chuckled softly, "I remember, it's that what's-her-name ... Peter Pediru who's going on trial today isn't it?"

"Uh-huh." Sirius nodded, his eyes growing fierce, "If those Ministry of Magic scum dare to acquit that dead rat, then I will personally end his life in court."

Regulus frowned slightly as he watched his clenched fists.

"You didn't have to do something like that." He said gravely, "Do you really want to extinguish the Breck family by killing someone in front of a judge and many members of the Wizengamot?"

"But there's no way I'm letting him get away like that!" Sirius amplified his voice, "I've already done enough to apologize to Jaime and Lily, I can't not take their revenge!"

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you get your revenge." Regulus' frown tightened, "Only that you have to find the right way to do it as well ... There are only so many people left in the direct line of the Breck family, you can't afford to have anything happen to you."

"What can I do?" Sirius gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Even Dumbledore would go and follow the rules of those scum, what could I do?"

Regulus suddenly froze.

"I think I know someone who doesn't care about rules." He said slowly, "Before court, why don't you go to Hogwarts and plead for Mr. Dracula's help. That lord should be willing to go to court for a good show."

...

The trial of Peter Pettigrew would officially begin at 9:30 am.

Dumbledore brought his clients Harry and Ron to the Wizengamot courtroom, the courtroom where the eucalyptus case was heard, on the lowest floor of the Ministry of Magic in advance.

Sirius, on the other hand, went straight to Dracula's office after he left the Blake's house, requesting him to testify as a witness.

Dracula had wanted to go to the Ministry of Magic to have fun for a long time, but Dumbledore's attitude had not been very clear, plus there were always other things delayed, so he had not been able to go.

This time, with the excuse Sirius found for him, he naturally agreed with pleasure, and walked into the fireplace leading to the main hall of the Ministry of Magic together with the masked Sirius.

The green flames fell, and what met his eyes was a long, narrow, and gilded hall.

This hall spanned so long that it was almost impossible to see the end from side to side. The floor was polished dark wood, and the peacock-blue ceiling was inlaid with glittering golden symbols that kept moving and changing like a giant overhead bulletin board.

A number of gilded fireplaces were embedded in the walls on either side, and every now and then a wizard would step out from amongst the green flames of the fireplaces into the middle of the main hall.

"Hey, move over a little in front, blocking the road." A voice sounded behind Dracula and Sirius.

It turned out that both of them didn't know which way they should go, and were halfway out of the way, blocking the exit from the fireplace.

Thinking about it this way, wizards such as Dumbledore, Sirius, and Regulus who were able to treat other groups such as werewolves and house elves as equals were indeed quite remarkable.

Without paying any more attention to the fountain, Dracula stepped into a magical lift with Tonks and Sirius.

The metal folding doors of the elevator closed with a snap, and with a creaking sound and a cool breeze blowing in from time to time, the three of them arrived at the ninth basement level of the Ministry of Magic.

The style of this place is extremely different from the main hall, the entire floor of the building only has a simple corridor leading to a black door, the floor and walls are plastered with dark-colored tiles, and there is not a single window or doorway on either side of the corridor, which makes it a bit more silent.

Two rows of torches were stuck in the dark-colored tiles of the walls, flickering with a bluish-white light, adding a bit of mystery to the whole space.

"The judgment room is rather special, you have to walk through the ninth floor to the tenth underground floor to reach it, and you need to walk a little more." Tonks explained to Dracula.

She then led the two of them around a corner and prepared to walk towards the steps leading to the tenth floor.

Just then, Dracula suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head suddenly and looked toward a lone, black door at the end of the hallway. A power that he was extremely familiar with seemed to be sealed within that door, and then disappeared in an instant.

"What is that door?" Dracula asked softly.

"There is the ... Division of Mysteries." Tonks froze for a moment, glanced somewhat evasively at the lone black portal, and whispered, "Professor Dracula, that's the Ministry of Magic's top-secret organization, and I don't have the authority to know what's inside."

"The Department of Mysteries?" Dracula was deep in thought.

Nicole LeMay had told him that Time Transformers were made in this division, and this division had also invited LeMay, a master alchemist, to come and help them with their time energy research.

Could that aura just now be time energy?

"Professor Dracula, what are you thinking?" Tonks' voice rang in Dracula's ears.

Dracula raised his head and saw that she was looking at him with a flustered expression.

"Professor Dracula, you mustn't hit the Division of Mysteries!" Tonks said accusingly, "This time, but I brought you here, I don't want to be expelled from the Auror's office yet ..."

"Don't worry, I didn't hit the Division of Mysterious Affairs." Dracula shook his head with some amusement, "What do you take me for?"

Tonks' concern was not unreasonable, after all, he did just generate the idea of going in for a spin ...

But well, it was more important to help Sirius nail Peter for his crimes.

Since he now knew the exact location of the Department of Mysteries, he could teleport over at any time, and it was obviously impossible for these crude Anti-Phantom Manifestation spells from the Ministry of Magic to stop him!

...

Walking through the corridor outside the door of the Division of Mysterious Affairs, Tonks brought Dracula and Sirius through the stairs to the tenth basement floor.

There was no elevator to reach here directly.

The tenth floor looked like a sketch of an unfinished building compared to the floors before it, with corridors made up of rough stone walls and an old-school torch stuck in a bracket on the wall.

The doors leading to the courtrooms on either side of the corridor were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and crude keyholes embedded in them.

At Tonks' introduction, Dracula learned that there were ten courtrooms in total in Wisengamo, and that the doors to the courtrooms were numbered according to the importance of the eucalyptus case.

This time, the eucalyptus case included Peter Pediru, the first class Merlin Medal winner who came back from the dead, and Sirius Black, the first person who escaped from Azkaban, so it was only natural to open the number one courtroom.

"This is Judgement Room One, so I won't send you in." Tonks whispered to the two as she walked Dracula and Sirius to the door of Judgement Room One, "I wouldn't dare let Minister Fudge see me."

"Okay, thanks." Dracula nodded gently and walked with Sirius into the middle of the open, heavy wooden door.

An oppressive atmosphere hit the room.

The walls around Judgement Room One were made of ink-black stone, the light from the torches was dim and eerie, and on all sides were rows of densely packed benches, stepped up, so that the chair with the chains in the very center could be clearly seen from all the seats.

At that moment Peter was cowering in that chair, whimpering and sobbing.