Chapter 634 It's Ridiculous!

Peter Pettigrew was not in a good condition, and he was almost dragged by the Aurors before sitting on the chair of the trial seat.

He rolled his eyes with some fear, and looked at those former companions of the Order of the Phoenix on the stage.

His eyes were obviously good, and he found a few familiar figures in the crowd, Snape, who wanted to rush up to kill him, and Professor McGonagall, who looked so serious that he could almost feel that he was desperately restraining his emotions. Lupine...

Just then, he heard a roar.

However, he saw that Sirius was pulled by several Aurors to prevent him from jumping towards him, with an extremely hideous and distorted expression, like a mad old dog.

"Peter! I'm going to kill you!"

"Why aren't you dead yet!"

"Hate..."

The Aurors would not be polite to this escaped prisoner, pointing their wand at Sirius, they shouted in a low voice, "Quiet!"

Sirius seemed to be crazy, he didn't care at all, he just struggled frantically, going to pounce on Peter Pettigrew.

In the end, the Auror, who couldn't take it anymore, waved his wand, "Stunning!"

A spell of light flashed, Sirius rolled his eyes, and fell down on the chair. The chair's side arms and the chains on the chair legs swam fast to restrain him.

Anton sighed, and was about to walk in the direction of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, but was stopped by a group of excited wizards.

There was no way for him to break free. The bosses had amiable expressions, and each of them looked seventy or eighty, so don't accidentally break each other's bones.

Even the members of the Wizengamot on the trial seat came over, and joined them in this gap of rest.

However, before everyone could say anything, an Auror pushed open the door of the courtroom and rushed in in a panic, with blood on his face and pale face.

Several Aurors hurriedly surrounded them, seeing that Auror staggered and was going to help, but saw that Auror yelled—"Missile! Hogsmeade Village was attacked by missiles! There was a time when wizards formed The mercenary army appears!"

He supported the Auror beside him, his eyes widened, he gritted his teeth and roared out the last sentence, "Second Wizard..."

"These Muggle Squib wizards..."

He panted hard, as if in an old bellows that was about to tear apart at any time, his eyes were full of despair, and he smiled weakly, "The Muggle Repelling Curse doesn't work on them at all!"

After speaking, he passed out directly.

quiet!

The crowd was silent!

The Muggle Repelling Curse, this is a curse that almost everyone has forgotten in a corner, but when it is mentioned again, it makes everyone feel its incomparably important significance to the wizarding world - with it, the Muggle The military is really nothing at all.

Its invention, like a moat, completely separates the Muggle world from the wizarding world.

But now, it seems that this natural moat, this barrier, is quietly shattering.

After the silence reached the extreme, the crowd exploded, and they all whispered something.

Anton frowned, faintly feeling some hostile 'emotions' against him quietly surging.

"Son, don't worry." Mr. Aginbad said with a smile beside him, and patted Anton's arm lightly with his old palm, "The Muggle Repelling Curse deals with Muggles, the so-called sub-wizard mercenaries , isn't a Muggle anymore, is it?"

Anton froze for a moment, and looked around with kind smiles.

The old witch of the March class, a member of the Wizengamot who was nearly two hundred years old, shook her head lightly and sighed, "It seems that we are about to meet a new challenge."

When this happened, it seemed that the trial of the Wizengamot could not continue. The Minister of Magic, Fudge, greeted other Ministry of Magic officials with a panicked footsteps, roared "Damn Yankee", and turned towards the International Old Batty, the director of the Department of Magical Cooperation, walked over.

Scrimgeour's face sank, he walked over to the comatose Auror covered in blood to check.

"Ha, we don't have any evidence that these troops belong to the Yankees, do we? Fuck the evidence, this humiliation, the Yankees want us to go to war with the Egyptian Ministry of Magic, they have long wanted to do this!" Minister Fudge ignored He yelled at Old Batty on the spot, angrily pushed away the people beside him, and walked outside.

"Scrimgeour! Call all the Aurors, ready for battle!" yelled Fudge.

"Oh, no, no, it must be a misunderstanding."

A blond-haired middle-aged wizard rushed down from the stage and stood in front of Fudge, "It must be a misunderstanding, Minister Fudge, I am George Smith, Director of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters of the Magical Congress of America, I promise, we There will be no such activities in the Magic Congress at all!"

"You promise?" Fudge laughed angrily, "George, you are just a director, do you think you know everything about your Magic Council?"

"Merlin's beard!" George Smith looked a little anxious, "Think about it, even if we have a wizard army, even if we really plan to attack the British Ministry of Magic, we can't choose Hogsmeade, where there is Deng Xiaoping. Bullido!"

Dumbledore...

That's right, who would be brainless to choose Dumbledore as the primary target when planning to conquer the wizarding world?

Dumbledore followed Professor McGonagall and walked over. His wise eyes glanced at George Smith through the half-moon glasses, and then at Fudge, "Minister Fudge, I think Hogsmeade has always been Under the protection of our Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Fudge was silent for a moment, then looked up at the tall wizard who was over a hundred years old and still looked tall and straight, "What... do you mean?"

Dumbledore pursed his lips, "I think I'll take care of this matter, you can send Aurors to follow, I just hope..."

He pointed to Sirius who was on the trial bench, "I hope this case will continue, okay?"

Fudge lowered his head, the wide brim of his wizard hat blocked his expression, no one knew what he was thinking, finally he raised his head, his voice was a little hoarse, "Scremgeour! You go with Dumbledore!"

After speaking, he no longer looked at Dumbledore, and walked back to the main seat of the trial seat.

Others from Hogwarts also gathered around, Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and the others with a serious face, and shook his head, "Kids, stay here and don't get involved in this matter!"

Dumbledore also waved his hands to the other members of the Order of the Phoenix, walked up to Anton, patted his shoulder lightly, and said with a smile, "In the more than a hundred years of my life, this kind of thing It can only be regarded as some small episodes, not worth mentioning."

Anton raised his eyebrows, looked up at him, and spread his hands, "Well, I wanted to join in the fun, what do you need me to do?"

Dumbledore nodded, "Help me look here and prevent unnecessary things from happening, Anton, you know what I need."

"OK."

Anton gestured to the wand he was holding tightly in his hand, and chose to agree.

It was rare for Lao Deng to ask him to help.

This is not an easy task.

Voldemort is resurrected, and it seems that he will become more and more powerful. The world is in chaos. It seems that Dumbledore needs the help of more people on the eve of undergoing great changes.

The powerful Sirius is definitely a good helper.

However, what Dumbledore wanted would inevitably become something that some people deliberately opposed.

Some people even hope that Sirius will be imprisoned in Azkaban again, and even hope that he will die. Like those Death Eaters who escaped punishment, like Snape...

Dumbledore smiled gratifiedly, patted Anton on the shoulder, and walked outside.

Professor McGonagall hastened to follow.

"Silence!" Minister Fudge slammed the gavel vigorously on the trial seat, his face darkened, "Everyone return to their seats, I don't want any third-party forces to appear in Hogsmeade Village, otherwise our British Ministry of Magic It will be regarded as a provocation to us, and its motives will be suspected!"

Fudge, who always smiled at Anton, looked particularly fierce at the moment, and even surrounded him with a somewhat ferocious face.

After all, this is the leader of a country in the wizarding world. Even if he is not recognized by many people, no one dares to challenge his authority at this time.

The ensuing trial was almost carried out in a very gloomy silence. The trial recorder read the content of the trial with the document, and the sound echoed in the spacious trial room, which made people feel more and more quiet.

Whether it was the wizards on the bench or the members of the Wizengamot on the bench, everyone was actually not very concerned about the next trial.

This kind of interrogation related to the major forces, in fact, the news has long been spread to everyone who needs to know the situation through interested people.

Just the title of Mysterious Man will make everyone feel a little fussy. As for Sirius Pettigrew, everyone doesn't care much.

Oh, not without it, at least Snape, Harry Potter and others all became nervous.

Although everyone knows that there should be no problems in the next interrogation, everyone is just waiting for the final conclusion.

But...

An eccentric laugh interrupted the interrogation recorder.

"Hey hey hey..."

Laughter came from a dark corner of the courtroom, and then a tall figure walked out with graceful steps.

A bald head, vertical pupils that look like poisonous snakes, and a gray-black wizard robe.

In just a moment, everyone returned to the bloody years.

"Voldemort!" The wizard beside the aisle uttered a shrill cry, as if seeing some terrible monster, he ran towards the side with hands and feet.

Not only him, but from the position where Voldemort stopped, the wizards sitting around were frantically running around.

In just an instant, the surrounding area was emptied.

"It's really interesting..."

Voldemort said lazily, gently raised the wand in his hand, shook it, and was rattled by the chains on the seat of the trial seat.

Peter Pettigrew stared blankly at the Dark Lord, and couldn't wait to free his hands from the chains. He jumped up excitedly, and ran towards Voldemort with his short legs, "Master! Master! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... You're resurrected, you're finally back!"

Voldemort ignored him, and just looked around for a week, with an elegant tone and a strange snake sound, "Tsk tsk tsk, how long have I been away, and when I came back, I saw that you were bullied by Muggles into your home?"

"Could it be that there needs to be another witch hunt to make you agree with my thoughts from the bottom of your heart?"

"It's ridiculous!"