My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

As everyone took their seats, the entire courtroom gradually became quiet.

Cornelius Fudge was sitting in the middle of the row of benches in front. He stood up, looked around, and said, "Everyone is here, let's get started. Are you ready?"

he asked loudly across the bench.

Levin followed his gaze and saw another witch sitting at the end of the bench. She was short and fat, with a broad, saggy face, "like a big clam in the tea of ​​the Song Dynasty."

Even if he has never met her, Levin can guess her identity through her iconic appearance.

Fudge's henchman, Umbridge.

At this time, she did not have as much power as she would two years later. She only served as Fudge's assistant and did some record-keeping work during the trial.

The fat woman was staring intently at the parchment in front of her, with a quill in her hand ready to record.

"The trial on February 12th," Fudge said in a booming voice, and the witch hurriedly started taking notes, her head lowered.

"Trial the case of Death Eater Sirius Black betraying the Potters and killing Peter Pettigrew thirteen years ago."

"Interrogator: Minister of Magic, Cornelius Oswald Fudge; Deputy Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Jaina Proudmoore; former Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement

Barty Crouch. Trial Recorder: Dolores Jane Umbridge;"

"Defendant's witnesses: Levin Green, Nymphadora Tonks, Severus Snape."

Levin walked off the stage and joined Tonks, the Potions Professor.

After they reached the witness box, Fudge ordered the Aurors to bring Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew into the deliberation room.

There was a sound of footsteps, and the door at the corner of the dungeon opened, and four people walked in—Black, Peter, and two Aurors.

"Well..." Fudge looked at the dock with only one chair, and his face twitched, "Okay... I think we need to get another chair. Umbridge, can you? ..."

Seeing the Minister of Magic's lame look, Levin couldn't help laughing.

He didn't want the trial to be interrupted like this, so he stretched out his right hand, summoned the wand, and then shook it slightly;

"[Copy into pairs]!"

The next moment, an identical chair appeared next to the chair in the dock.

He also thoughtfully created a railing between the two chairs to prevent the two people sitting in the dock from fighting.

"Oh, excellent transformation spell, Mr. Green, but it's a pity that this is not Hogwarts and I can't give you extra points." Dumbledore on the stage showed a satisfied smile to Levin.

Fudge also nodded and said: "Thank you for your help, Mr. Green, but as a young wizard, you can't... uh... forget it."

He instinctively wanted to point out that little wizards were prohibited from using magic outside of school.

But then he remembered that Levin had helped the Ministry of Magic complete the task of slaying the dragon, so he didn't say anything in the end.

Now, the Aurors were able to escort Blake and Peter to chairs respectively.

The chains bounced up instantly, binding them tightly.

Fudge rummaged through a pile of documents, pulled out a piece of parchment from the pile, took a deep breath, and read out aloud - the original pressure on Sirius Black.

Through this judgment, everyone gradually recalled all the details of the Sirius case.

After Fudge finished reading, a voice sounded:

"Sirius Black","

Levin turned his head and saw Barty Crouch Sr. standing up.

He looked very serious and said seriously: "I have a very important question. I want to know why you have been imprisoned in Azkaban for thirteen years and never thought of making a complaint. And now, you tell us that you is innocent, Peter Pettigrew is not dead?"

"What's the reason for this?"

He stared into Blake's eyes, as if trying to shut him up through his aura.

But Blake dismissed him.

"That's because you didn't give me a chance to appeal. You just threw me into Azkaban without going through a strict trial, right?"

Sirius glanced at Crouch contemptuously, "And whether Peter Pettigrew is dead or not, you don't need me to tell you at all, because he is right in front of you. In one night, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic were stumped and still couldn't determine whether he was dead or not. His identity?"

Hearing Sirius' sarcastic words, the Wizengamots in purple robes couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

They all knew that Sirius was right.

Under normal circumstances, all cases involving wizards are decided by the Wizengamot as a jury, and even the minister cannot influence the outcome of the verdict.

But there is an exception,

During the First Wizarding War, in order to deal with the endless stream of Death Eaters and dark wizards. Barty Crouch, the then Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement, led a new organization - the Magic Law Commission.

The Magical Legal Council is lower-level than the Wizengamot and consists of a judge, a panel of members, and a jury. The judge is also served by Barty Crouch himself.

The Magical Law Commission was mainly responsible for the review of Death Eater trials at the time, and had the power to rule on criminal cases and review information provided to them by convicted criminals.

Shortly after the end of the First Wizarding War, Crouch was dismissed after his unsuccessful campaign for minister.

In fact, the existence of the Magical Law Commission is an infringement of the Wizengamot's power, and the Wizengamot is quite opposed to this.

Sirius was imprisoned when the Magical Law Commission still existed.

The Wizengamot's reaction made Barty Crouch's face turn pale and his lips pursed tightly.

It wasn't until Fudge spoke again that the podium became quiet.

"Please provide the results of last night's trial." Fudge said solemnly.

Two Aurors came up, one carrying a pensieve, the other holding two memory bottles and some parchment.

Levin glanced at Gianna, and then the deputy director of the Legal Enforcement Department stood up and said: "Now, I request that one of our witnesses, Levin Green, come to show us some evidence."

"The application is approved." Fudge said cooperatively.

So Levin left the witness box, went to the evidence box, poured the memory in one of the memory bottles into the pensieve, and then pointed his wand at the pensieve:

"[Powerful Phantom]!"

The scene that originally had to be immersed in the pensieve to see suddenly appeared in the center of the courtroom under Levin's superb illusion magic.

Just like a huge 3D holographic projection movie,

The scenes in the memories of Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew were vividly displayed before everyone's eyes.

The Wizengamots were in an uproar,

They have never seen this kind of magic before, but now their eyes have been opened. It was such a real scene that they could even feel the breeze and smell the smell.

The eyes looking at Levin were full of wonder and admiration,

This little wizard has given them surprises more than once. Maybe he will be another Dumbledore in the future.

As for Dumbledore himself, he looked at Levin with even more complicated eyes.

He seemed to have been underestimating the boy's talents and abilities.

In short, Levin acted out the memories of the two people in the courtroom just like he was acting in a movie.

It made all the Wizengamots happy to see it,

This also greatly reduces the time they spend reviewing evidence,

Otherwise, if you go to see the pensieve one by one, you will see the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse.

After the memory ended, Levin noticed that there were many female members of the Wizengamot, and there were tears in Sirius Black's eyes when they looked at them.

"I object," Crouch said, standing up. "Memory is too subjective, too easy to change, and it is not sufficient as evidence.

"You're right, Crouch," Jaina also stood up and said coldly, "but this doesn't seem to be the point of view you put forward. Wasn't the famous 'pensieve trial' started under your leadership?"

As the first implementer of the plan to defeat Crouch, she finally stood up and began to directly confront the opponent.

"Sirius was originally convicted by your Pensieve Trial, so why can't you use the Pensieve Trial to exonerate him now?"

Gianna's words were so sharp that Barty Crouch Sr. was choked and speechless for a long time.

It was Fudge who asked, "What do you think, Ms. Proudmoore?"

"My opinion is that since this trial is a retrial of the original Sirius case, some of the rules from the previous trial of this case should be allowed to be used. Only in this way is it consistent with the principle of fairness."

Jaina chatted.

The Wizengamot people discussed it a lot, and they all thought this statement was reasonable.

Crouch failed to prevent the evidence from taking effect and could only sit back.

Gianna began to question the defendant:

"Peter Pettigrew, why did you fake your death and escape?"

"I lied to everyone, but I had a reason. Even though Peter's voice was filled with fear, he was still quibbling.

He reiterated the rhetoric he had given at the beginning, saying how he was afraid of Sirius and so on.

Hearing this shameless remark again, Sirius straightened his body angrily,

But he was pulled back to the chair tightly by the chains (that's right).

"It's unbelievable that a wizard turned into a mouse and lived in hiding in other people's homes for thirteen years just to avoid a prisoner in Azkaban."

A shrill, thin voice sounded like a fussing little girl, pointing out Peter's problem before Sirius yelled.

It was recordkeeper Umbridge,

Just now, Levin saw the look in Fudge's eyes, so she stood up immediately without even a trace of hesitation.

"Umbridge, the court has not allowed you to speak."

Crouch stood up and said coldly.

Umbridge sat down obediently, but looked at Fudge with a look of asking for credit.

Fudge nodded slightly.

What a born politician.

Levin sighed in his heart,

Although Umbridge is indeed very disgusting, she does have the ability to act according to the prevailing situation and push others to the limit.

No wonder Future can climb to a high position in a short period of time.

There was another whisper in the room,

The members of the Wizengamot discussed and nodded,

Apparently, Umbridge's words moved them.

Peter Pettigrew was curled up in his chair, his face pale and sweating profusely.

In the face of the reality of his life, all explanations seemed feeble.

Crouch wanted to ask, but Fudge got there first.

"Since the evidence is conclusive, let's vote."