<h4>Chapter 227: Win a court case</h4>
"This is what you call a good deed?" Fudge was exasperated andughed, "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,ing 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 Drac, "Professor Drac, 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 Drac 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 Drac from their hands.
Drac 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 uncontrobly,nding in Drac''s hands at an extremely fast speed.
The two Aurors were instantly confused.
They were also considered old Aurors with rich experience inw enforcement, and they had encountered many tough and brutal ck 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 ck 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 yourmand is openly confronting the Ministry of Magic''sw 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 ck!"
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 Drac?" Dumbledore gave Drac a searching look.
"I have a point." Drac 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, Drac 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 be much more troublesome.
"All rx, I was just acting in self-defense as an innocent man." Drac left his seat andughed 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 Drac 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 Drac.
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." Drac saw the embarrassment on Fudge''s face at a nce 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 nce at the ring olddy.
Mrs. Pediru tried to retort, but was then skipped right over by Drac and walked over to Damocles Belby, who was still standing on the grounds.
"Mr. Belby, right?" Drac asked.
"Greetings, Professor Drac." Damocles smiled politely at Drac, a hint of confusion on his face.
He didn''t understand what else this Professor Drac could have flipped when Peter Pettigrew was so obviously showing signs of taking Tranquilizer.
"Mr. Belby, I have great faith in the caliber of your magic potions." Dracughed softly, "With the residual liquid in this ss bottle, I''m sure you can easily distinguish whether it''s a spitting agent or the most ordinary water, right?"
"That''s for sure." Damocles nodded confidently, "This is one of the most basic abilities of being a magic potion researcher, there''s no way I can misidentify at this point!"
"Very well, then take a look at this bottle, what exactly is the residual liquid inside?" Drac had a hint if a smile at the corner of his mouth as he handed the ss bottle in his hand to Damocles.
Damocles suspiciously took the bottle, opened the lid, and reached out his hand to gently fan the mouth of the bottle, sniffing the vor.
"This ... actually doesn''t have any vor?" A momentter, his eyes widened in surprise.
Unbelievingly, he reached out his hand and dipped it in the bottle, then stuck his finger into his own mouth and licked it.
In the next second, Damocles frowned:
"This really isn''t any magic potion, it''s just the most ordinary clear water."
"That''s impossible!" Fudge stood up by pping the eucalyptus menacingly, "Damocles, could you have misread it?"
"I''ve studied magic potions for so many years, the most basic things can still be guaranteed to be correct." Damocles who was questioned was not happy, "If you don''t believe me, you cane down and taste it yourself. These liquids have no medicinal power at all, and they aren''t even magic potions of any kind!"
Seeing that this third level Merlin Medalist had assured him like this, Fudge couldn''t afford to question his professionalism, but he wasn''t willing to let go of the defiant Drac just like that, so he immediately changed his story.
"But the symptoms on Peter Pediru are not fake, and Drac was the only one who just filled him with water." Fudge said, "I have reason to suspect that it was he who prepared a different bottle ahead of time and hid the one containing the spit truth."
"That''s not an unreasonable suspicion." Drac nodded with interest, then simply spread his arms out in a loose manner, "In that case, let''s check and see if I have any other bottles on me or not."
"You two, go search Professor Drac." Fudge said to the two Aurors.
"Wait." Drac suddenly interrupted.
"What, did Professor Drac back out?" Fudge asked quickly.
"I was just wondering how Minister Fudge is going to make amends to an innocent man if it''s confirmed that I don''t have any other bottles on me?" Dracughed, "Does that mean that the Minister of Magic can bewless?"
Fudge''s face suddenly became as angry as a purple eggnt.
"If ... if this search can confirm your innocence, I will personally apologize to you and will no longer pursue all of your infractions in the courtroom." He said through gritted teeth.
"Good." Drac nodded with concern and looked to the two sweating Aurors, "What are you waiting for? You twoe over and search yourselves."
The two Aurors felt that they really had bad luck today, to be ced in the Judgment Room on duty today.
It was obvious that neither the Minister of Magic nor this strong professor was something they could afford to offend.
"I ... have an idea." An Auror hesitated for half a day and finally thought of an idea, saying shakily, "We can just use the Flying Spell to find the ss bottle, so we don''t have to search the body either ..."
He nced at Drac''s expression which didn''t seem to have any displeasure, and carefully continued, "As long as Mr. Drac agrees, then we only need to open up all the spaces where the No Trace Stretching Spell has been cast."
"You are quite clever." Dracughed softly, "Alright, then you guys can use the Flying Spell to find the ss bottle that supposedly contains the spitting truth."
After the other Auror cast a small spell to confirm that Drac only had one unmarked stretch spell space on him, Drac opened his shirt pocket in the process.
But what no one present saw was that as Drac''s fingers hooked the pocket open, a dark moon so small that it was only the size of a crystal ball flickered in the mouth of his shirt pocket ...
In a way, Fudge hadn''t actually guessed wrong.
Drac had indeed prepared two different ss bottles, one containing the emetic and the other containing the poured water. After pouring the emetic into Peter''s mouth, he quickly reced the other ss bottle in his hand.
However, Fudge and the others could not have imagined in any way that Drac could still break through space and teleport that ss bottle somewhere else in a ce like the Ministry of Magic where the Anti-Phantom Shift spell was imposed.
At this moment, Auror, who proposed to use the Fly Come spell to find the ss bottle, did not have the slightest idea that that bottle had already returned to Hogwarts Castle, and was still holding up his wand with a face full of nervousness-
"io ss Jars (ss Bottle Flying)."
The bottle in Drac''s hand with the fresh water left in it flew over, but after waiting half a day, no other bottle flew out of his coat pocket.
Auror sighed in relief and turned his head to Fudge with a solicitous gaze.
"Mr. Minister, Professor Drac doesn''t have another ss bottle of the same type on him." He said.
"Yes, Mr. Minister, isn''t it time you kept your promise?" Drac 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 Drac''s eyes, with the increasingly dense magical force field around him, he decisively still wimped out.
"Right ... sorry, Professor Drac, 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?" Drac sped his hands to his chest and then asked.
"All of your vitions 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." Drac suddenly smiled, the dangerous look on his face dissipating for a moment as if it had never existed.
But Fudge knew that Drac 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 Drac, 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 aplete 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 aplish his purpose, raised his hand feebly as well.
Mrs. Pediru copsed to the floor in despair.
Sirius and Harry embraced joyfully.