Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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 a bit, which makes them look dirty.There are no windows on the wall, just a small vent in a corner.

The whole room looked dim and depressing.

Maca has been in this Ministry of Magic detention room for nearly a week, but no one asked him to assist in the investigation.Even the customary process of recording a confession has not gone.

His hunch seemed to have really come true.

"Is it Lucius Malfoy? Or...someone else?" Maca secretly guessed.

He knew that this matter could not come in a hurry, and Dumbledore must be helping him arrange these things right now.And it will take time.

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

After another few days, someone finally appeared.

Two wizards with serious faces came. They took Maca through the corridor and into the elevator without saying a word. Then the elevator kept going down and down again.

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

The two wizards, holding Maca on the left and right, walked forward silently, and soon reached a dimly descending staircase.

Going one floor further down, Maca found that the walls on both sides of the corridor had been replaced by rough stone walls, with a torch inserted at intervals.

On both sides of the corridor, heavy wooden doors lined up one after the other, with iron latches and gleaming keyholes installed on the doors.

The two took Maca to the wooden door numbered "7", and one took out a key from his waist and inserted it into the keyhole and twisted it hard.

With a soft "click", another person pulled the iron door latch open and the door opened...

The environment inside is slightly dim, probably because of the non-mark stretching curse, and the space is large, but just relying on the torch to illuminate, people can feel a certain solemn atmosphere.

On all sides, there are rows of stepped benches, arranged from low to high, so that all the seats can clearly see this side.

At this moment, there were sparsely seated witches and wizards in fuchsia robes with a delicate "W" embroidered on their chests.Most of them looked solemn and looked here calmly.

In the front row of these seats, Maca saw Dumbledore, his expression was also very serious, he was closing his lips, staring at Maca carefully, as if he was recognizing him.

And right in front of Maca, in the middle of a small square clearing, there was a chair with chains fixed on the ground.

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

As for why he was brought here, Maca didn't mean to ask questions-this kind of behavior is meaningless.Maybe after a while, he will understand.

"Interrogator, bring it with Maca McLean!" beside him, one of the wizards who brought him over shouted.

"Sit down!"

The voice of a cold man reverberated in the courtroom.

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

When his ass just fell on the ice-cold chair, the surrounding iron chains suddenly jumped up, tying him firmly with a clank of metal crashing.

He frowned, but didn't say anything.

"The second paragraph of Article 9 of the Law on Reasonable Restraints on Juvenile Wizards stipulates that when a juvenile wizard is on trial, he can be put on the body without a chain..." A witch who looked very old suddenly frowned and said.

"Yes,

"Okay," he continued, "Minister of Magic Fudge, please start!"

With a clear cough, Maca turned his gaze to Connelly Fudge, who was sitting next to Dumbledore in the first row.

Fudge is a big fat man. He often wears a dark yellow-green bowler hat, but today he does not wear it.In addition, the slick smile he always wore when he spoke before has disappeared today.

He stared at Maca who was trapped in the chain, and said loudly.

"Very well," Fudge said. "The defendant has finally arrived. Let's get started... Are you ready?"

"Of course." Maca replied indifferently.

His calmness about his situation seemed to irritate Fudge, and the other party immediately began to read the pre-trial record.

"Judgment on June 24," Fudge said in a loud voice, and the secretary next to him immediately began to write quickly, "Trial the case of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's third-year student Maca McLean for the murder of Peter Pettigrew. "

"Interrogator: Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge; Director of Magic Law Enforcement Division Amelia Susan Bones; Director of Auror Office Rufus Boutu Scrimgeour ..."

After declaring some customary content of the trial, Fudge adjusted his bow tie and picked up a piece of material on the table.

"The defendant was charged with the following crimes: the defendant intervened in search and round-up operations without authorization when he was involved in the Hogsmeade murder case in Hogsmeade Village on June 1, when law enforcement officers from the Ministry of Magic rounded up the suspect, and killed the suspect on the spot in the chaos. The Auror Command verified that the suspect was not the real murderer in the homicide case, and the defendant proved to be an intentional homicide..."

"Three days ago, the identity of the suspect was ascertained. It was Peter Pettigrew who escaped from the case of Sirius Black destroying Muggle streets and killing Muggles on November 13, 1981—"

As soon as this sentence came out, the members of the Wissengamo review team at the scene suddenly became confused, and almost everyone started talking to each other in a low voice.

"Quiet!" the icy wizard suddenly said loudly, and the scene calmed down a bit.

At this moment, Fudge looked up and looked at Maca and asked loudly, "Are you a third-year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Maca McLean?"

"Yes." Maca nodded and replied.

"In Hogsmeade that day, did you really intervene in the round up of the suspect by the Aurors and the strikers of the Ministry of Magic?"

Maca pursed his lips, but nodded, "Yes."

"So, did you actually kill Peter Pettigrew in the end?"

"I didn't know that it was Peter Pettigrew. He was full of black air at the time -" Maca said calmly, "I only know that he had endangered my life at the time, and I had to resist self-protection."

"However, according to the confession of the law enforcement officers present at the time, there was nothing black at the time! Moreover, the law enforcement officers had stopped you at that time, but you did not stop immediately!"

Not far to the left of Fudge, a wizard with a stern face, sharp eyes, and long brown hair spoke suddenly.

"Excuse me, are you?" Maca looked at him, and stared at him unceremoniously.

"I am Rufus Scrimgeour, the current director of the Auror office." The wizard answered his question seriously.

"As far as I know, isolated confessions do not have the force of evidence," Maca said calmly, "please provide relevant evidence to support your statement."

"The defendant's relevant requirements are valid. Please provide concrete evidence of validity." The cold male voice appeared again.

Scrimgeour nodded and said loudly: "I apply for a witness to enter."

"agree."

After a while, the wooden door was opened again, and a wizard whom Maca did not know was brought in.

"The name of the witness?"

"My name is Edmund George Wells." The wizard looked a little scared, and he replied cringly.

"What testimony do you want to confess?"

"Oh... yes," Wells shrank his neck. "There were a lot of dementors patrolling in Hogsmeade that night, and there were teams of Aurors going back and forth. Our family couldn't sleep... …It should be around 11 o’clock in the evening, I was reading by the bedroom window, and then I heard fierce fighting outside..."

He tremblingly recounted the situation at the time. In fact, most of them were right. But when he explained the situation after the flame on Peter went out, he said with certainty that there was no black air entangled in Peter.

In addition, he also mentioned the blocking by law enforcement officers.

He said it categorically, as if it were true.

"Does the defendant object to the witness's account?"

"..." Maca was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "May I ask the witness, how did the flame on his body go out?"

"Uh... just, it's just a gust of wind?" Wells said, and even he himself felt a little improper, and then added nervously, "A lot of wind! I saw it from a distance."

While he was speaking, Maca's eyes kept wandering on the faces of the members of the censorship team.

"I don't want to ask anymore." He retracted his gaze and suddenly ended the question.

"Then do you confess your guilt!" Fudge asked loudly.

"I don't admit the charge of intentional murder, because I don't recognize the appearance of Peter Pettigrew." Maca replied calmly, "Peter Pettigrew is a character who was active more than ten years ago when I was just born; and these For years, as a little-known wizard, it is impossible for me to know him."

"Perhaps you happened to learn from elsewhere?" Fudge couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Please provide relevant evidence." Maca looked at him and said.

Fudge opened his mouth and looked at Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror office, but he shook his head slightly.

"Then...you did kill someone, right?" Fudge had to take a step back.

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

Not long after, after a vote by a show of hands by the jury, Maca was convicted of manslaughter and received a final punishment of five years in jail and a halving of minors.

As for the place of execution, it is naturally the Azkaban Wizarding Prison.

"The laws of the magic world are far more imperfect than the Muggle world..." Maca, who was taken back to the detention room, was still in the mood to ponder this trivial matter.