Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 160 Interrogation
Lupin was silent for a moment.

He always felt that what Moody wanted to say was not "innocence" but "stupidity".

But... trusting Sirius was a matter of course for him!
He has been making mistakes for eleven years. Is he going to continue making mistakes?

Although the foursome had always been together, they were also somewhat close to each other.

Lupin hated Sirius for betraying James more than anyone else; but the moment he learned that Peter Pettigrew was still alive, he believed that he was mistaken.

He should trust his own judgment more rather than listening to the so-called "facts" that others say.

But Moody probably couldn't understand these feelings.

So Lupin just forced a smile and whispered, "I believe him."

Harry mustered up his courage, faced Moody's scary face, and said, "Me, me too."

The blue magic eye suddenly stared at him, and at the same time Moody's real black eye looked at Harry.

Harry was a little nervous, his palms were sweating, but he still insisted: "I believe that the godfather my father chose for me... is not a traitor!"

Moody laughed, but rarely did he say anything sarcastic.

"……Child!"

He grunted.

Suddenly, the whole house became quiet.

The door to the side of the interrogation room opened, and several wizards walked in - Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, a grey-haired witch wearing a monocle, and a fierce-looking wizard with lion-like hair.

They sat on the high stools in the middle.

Afterwards, another dozen people in purple robes came in and sat on both sides. They all looked serious, with majesty written all over their faces.

All sounds in the interrogation room quickly disappeared.

There was a crisp knocking sound, and the gray-haired witch said expressionlessly: "Bring Sirius Black up."

Lupin's body suddenly leaned forward, and his palms that were grabbing the back of the chair in front of him turned pale, while Harry stood up subconsciously.

Moody put down the hip flask and leaned on his cane with both hands.

Vader raised his eyes and looked towards a small door at the corner.

The door opened.

Harry nearly yelled, and there was a brief, buzzing sound from the crowd.

Two cloaked monsters, almost three meters tall, slowly floated in, holding the arm of the man in the middle with their blistered and scabbed hands, and walked towards the armchair in the middle of the room.

The faces of the two monsters under their cloaks seemed to be breathing. They took a deep breath and a cold feeling came over them.

Even from such a distance, Harry felt his hands and feet were cold. Many wizards also showed expressions of disgust and fear.

"What is...what is that?" asked Harry.

"Dementors," Vader replied.

His level of Occlumency is now very good, and the Dementors don't have much effect on him.

——So that was the Dementor.

Harry thought to himself. He had heard that many prisoners in Azkaban went crazy, and he thought it was incredible. But when he saw the Dementors with his own eyes, he suddenly understood.

He looked at the man held between the Dementors.

His head hung as if he had fainted, his long, dirty, tangled hair hung in a mess, his skin was as white as wax, and his body was as thin as a skeleton.

He was wrapped in a ragged suit of old clothes, like a rag, and his skinny ankles were shackled, with the iron chains dragging on the ground, making a clanking sound.

Wade suddenly heard a giggling sound. He looked up and saw Lupin staring at Sirius, who was as thin as a skeleton. His face was tense and expressionless, and his hands were trembling slightly.

Vader dropped his eyes.

The Dementors placed Sirius on the middle chair. The chains on the armrests suddenly glowed with golden light and wrapped around Sirius like a snake, binding him there.

Then they slowly left the room, their bodies as light as a puff of black smoke.

There was a clear sound of exhalation in the interrogation room, and the reporters craned their necks, staring at Sirius sitting on the chair, and took a series of photos.

Except for Dumbledore, the wizards in the front row remained calm. All the other wizards showed obvious displeasure on their faces.

The crisp knocking sounds rang out again, and the reporters had to put down their cameras and pick up their pens instead, still with excitement on their faces.

"Record!" The gray-haired witch said in a cold voice, "The trial on November 11th will be a retrial of the case in which Sirius Black defected to the mysterious man, disclosed the residence of James Potter and Lily Potter, and killed thirteen people after the facts were exposed!"

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Auror Office. Trial reporter: Albireo Ima."

"For the Defence: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

Dumbledore, who was sitting on a chair at the side, stood up and said: "Since the defendant Sirius Black is in poor condition, I will make the statement on his behalf."

There was a faint commotion among the audience in the interrogation room, and most of the Wizengamot members in purple robes smiled at Dumbledore.

Fudge's displeasure became more obvious, and he looked around, as if expecting someone to object. But Amelia Bones and Rufus Scrimgeour did not speak.

Fudge had no choice but to say: "Well... okay, Dumbledore... this is also allowed..."

Ignoring Fudge's reluctance, Dumbledore stood up and strode over to Sirius Black, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The warmth of a living person's palm seemed to pull Sirius out of some repressed emotion. He slowly raised his head and looked at Dumbledore.

Those eyes were hidden in sunken eye sockets, looking deep and dark, without any emotion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think most of you here remember that we interrogated Peter Petillo here yesterday."

Dumbledore said: "Since the case is very old and the process is complicated, we have specially allowed the use of truth serum during the interrogation..."

Hearing the familiar name, Sirius Black was stunned for a moment, and then, a dark light seemed to flash in his eyes.

He stared at Dumbledore intently.

Some people in the audience showed worried expressions, and some gestured to the old headmaster with white beard to stand further away - they seemed to think that Sirius would pounce on Dumbledore and bite him.

But Dumbledore did not leave, he continued his statement.

"Under the influence of the potion, Peter Pettigrew confessed to his crimes. He admitted that he was the real secret keeper of the Potter family, and it was he who revealed their residence to Voldemort..."

Sirius Black suddenly let out a hoarse roar -

"Peter Petillo? Is he still alive?"

(End of this chapter)