Chapter 227 - 227 Win a court case

Chapter 227: Chapter 227 Win a court case

"This is what you call a good deed?" Fudge was exasperated and laughed, "You don't know how to make up a decent lie, we'll be able to easily dismantle your lies just by examining what kind of liquid is left in that bottle of yours."

He turned his attention to a male wizard on the jury who was probably in his thirties, "Damocles, over to you."

The male wizard nodded and stepped down from his seat, coming first to Peter's side.

He carefully examined Peter's child hole condition and mental state, then whispered a few questions to Peter, and after seeing Peter's expressionless face and unfocused eyes, he came to a conclusion.

"Mr. Minister, judging from Mr. Pediru's performance, there is a high probability that he has taken an overdose of Tranquilizer." The male witch said.

"Tough on you, Damocles." A smug smile appeared on Fudge's face as he looked towards Dracula, "Professor Dracula, let me introduce to you, this is Damocles Belby, third level Merlin Medal recipient and inventor of the Wolfsbane Potion."

"With the proof of this magic potion master, what else do you have to argue? Enforcers, put Dracula under control!"

The two Aurors stationed in the judgment room rushed up and pulled out their wands at the same time, one after the other, two stupefy spells shot towards Dracula from their hands.

Dracula shrugged and casually raised his hand. The two stupor spells were then easily flicked aside.

Then, he spread his palms out, and the wands in the hands of the two elite Aurors instantly flew out of their hands uncontrollably, landing in Dracula's hands at an extremely fast speed.

The two Aurors were instantly confused.

They were also considered old Aurors with rich experience in law enforcement, and they had encountered many tough and brutal black wizards as opponents on weekdays, but they had never encountered such a feeling like today, where they could not mention the power to fight back in the slightest.

Fugi was also startled, he had always known before that this black magic defense art professor was very strong, but he did not know that it was so strong ... two elite Auror in his hands even a move could not go down!

"Are you ... you going to rebel against the Ministry of Magic?" Fugi shouted in a colorful voice.

Then, he turned his sight to Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, the professor under your command is openly confronting the Ministry of Magic's law enforcement, shouldn't you help us bring this dangerous man under control? I don't think he's any less of a threat than that Sirius Black!"

People like Fudge were often like this, only when he felt danger would he think of Dumbledore's power and kindness, when the magic world was calm, he only wanted to weaken Dumbledore's influence and prestige.

"Professor Dracula?" Dumbledore gave Dracula a searching look.

"I have a point." Dracula hooked the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, it won't be difficult for you."

There was no need for him to tear his face off with the Ministry of Magic just because of this small matter.

After all, ever since sensing the power behind that mysterious doorway, Dracula had also been thinking of sneaking a turn at the Department of Mysterious Affairs.

If he created too much conflict with the Ministry of Magic in advance and caused them to be alerted, this kind of thing might become much more troublesome.

"All relax, I was just acting in self-defense as an innocent man." Dracula left his seat and laughed lightly as he handed back the two wands he had just seized to the two Aurors.

At the same time, he instructed in a serious tone, "In the future, grow a little bit and remember to hold your own weapons a little bit tighter ..."

The two Aurors took back their wands and looked at each other.

Even though they had regained their weapons, they simply couldn't get up the mood to make an enemy of Dracula again.

The difference was too great, how could this be a fight? It would be better to believe that this professor is innocent, at least the Ministry of Magic can still look good on its face ...

Fudge at the front of the judgment room was so angry that he clenched his teeth, even the roots of his teeth were sore, but he still didn't have the courage to continue to make a confrontation with Dracula.

He didn't know if this professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts would have a bottom line like Dumbledore.

"Don't be nervous, Minister Fudge." Dracula saw the embarrassment on Fudge's face at a glance and smiled pleasantly, "Since I said I'm innocent, I naturally have enough evidence to prove it."

"I'm not going to waffle like Mrs. Pediroux." He spared a glance at the glaring old lady.

Mrs. Pediru tried to retort, but was then skipped right over by Dracula and walked over to Damocles Belby, who was still standing on the grounds.

"Mr. Belby, right?" Dracula asked.

"Greetings, Professor Dracula." Damocles smiled politely at Dracula, a hint of confusion on his face.

He didn't understand what else this Professor Dracula could have flipped when Peter Pettigrew was so obviously showing signs of taking Tranquilizer.

"Mr. Minister, Professor Dracula doesn't have another glass bottle of the same type on him." He said.

"Yes, Mr. Minister, isn't it time you kept your promise?" Dracula said to Fudge with a smirk.

Watching this scene, Fudge's chest continued to rise and fall, and his lungs seemed to explode with anger.

However, when he saw the increasingly dangerous look in Dracula's eyes, with the increasingly dense magical force field around him, he decisively still wimped out.

"Right ... sorry, Professor Dracula, it's me who wronged you." In front of the entire audience's gaze, Fudge felt that he, the chief magician, had already lost his face.

"Well, then what?" Dracula clasped his hands to his chest and then asked.

"All of your violations on this trial will not be pursued by the Ministry of Magic ...," Fudge said through gritted teeth.

"Good, then thank you for the con, Mr. Minister." Dracula suddenly smiled, the dangerous look on his face dissipating for a moment as if it had never existed.

But Fudge knew that Dracula had just absolutely threatened him without showing any sign of it.

He also knew that the bottle of truth spit just now was definitely poured into Peter's mouth by Dracula, only that there was no way for them to find out the exact evidence.

Watching what was happening in front of his eyes, but not being able to find the key evidence no matter what, this made Fudge feel extremely stifled in his heart, and he even wanted to fling his sleeves and leave this judgment room.

Just at this moment, another witch beside Fudge who had not spoken from beginning to end suddenly spoke.

"Peter Pediru, who exactly betrayed Jaime Potter and Lily Potter twelve years ago?" Amelia Bones, head of the Division of Magical Law Enforcement, asked tantalizingly.

Her sudden question caught Fudge and Mrs. Pediru off guard.

In the next moment, Peter, who was under the effect of the truth-transmitter, answered expressionlessly:

"It's me."

The entire courtroom suddenly became silent.

"Was it you who killed a dozen Muggles and escaped by faking your own death after the fall of Voldemort?" Amelia Bones asked next.

"Yes."

"Good, it seems the truth of the matter is clear." A light smile appeared on the serious face of this Director.

"No, you can't!" Mrs. Pediru covered Peter's mouth like a madwoman and cried out, "Shouldn't the conclusions from the interrogation of an illegal agent such as Tranquilizer be nullified in their entirety?!"

"Theoretically indeed ...," echoed Fudge after a moment's hesitation.

"Indeed, which is why we shouldn't take Peter's testimony as evidence." Amelia Bones nodded.

Mrs. Pediroux heaved a sigh of relief.

However the director's next words brought yet her emotions to a complete breakdown.

"All those in favor of sustaining the charges against Peter Pediru raise your hands." Director Bones said in a booming voice, and she was the first to raise her hand.

In the courtroom, one hand went up, gradually creating a dense sea of raised arms.

Damocles Belby and the two Aurors standing at the bottom of the field looked at each other and silently raised their hands as well.

Even though the spit truth agent could not be used as evidence for a final judgment, it was enough for all the wavering jurors to make a final decision.

After Peter confessed to his abominable crime, no one was willing to give him the slightest bit of sympathy ...

At the end of the day, only Fudge and Dolores Umbridge did not raise their hands.

And Fudge, looking around and knowing that he was no longer able to accomplish his purpose, raised his hand feebly as well.

Mrs. Pediru collapsed to the floor in despair.

Sirius and Harry embraced joyfully.