Waaah!
As she counted the Wizengamot members raising their hands in favor of the verdict, Hermione covered her mouth when she realized the approving votes had already exceeded ninety percent—and more members were still raising their hands. Tears of joy streamed down her face!
Wonderful, I won't be expelled from Hogwarts!
Harry nearly whooped with delight as well.
Wonderful, I only have to pay a three-thousand-Galleon fine. I won't have to spend the rest of my life in Azkaban!
A thousand Galleons in fines?!
Ron's lips trembled, his face a picture of despair.
He had only just won the prize money from the Triwizard Tournament, and before he had spent a single coin, it was already gone!
"Sirius, Remus, and the rest of you—"
Amosta looked toward the Order of the Phoenix members, who were equally pleased with the outcome.
"Take Harry, Ron, and Hermione back to the old house."
Though the trial had ended, Amosta's expression did not relax. Instead, it took on a stern, decisive air. Raising his voice, he addressed both the Order members and the three students.
"If reporters approach you on the way out, you may tell them the Wizengamot's decision, but do not reveal the details of this trial—"
They were not allowed to reveal the details?
Remus's expression shifted slightly.
"I understand, Amosta."
With that, he and Sirius, Amelia, and the others helped the three dazed students up from the defendants' bench and swiftly led them away, giving them no chance to say anything.
"Arthur, Kingsley, Rufus—"
Amosta turned to the three men again.
"I would like you to invite all the department heads and deputy-minister-level officials who did not attend the verdict here—"
"What are you planning to do, Amosta?"
Arthur hesitated before asking uneasily.
"Just go."
Without even asking Amelia's opinion,