Lin Ze folded the report and put it in his notebook, and was about to continue discussing the details of Malfoy family's production gap with Kingsley.
"I almost forgot, there is one more thing." Moody suddenly said.
"Black's case will be heard today."
"Black? Which Black?" Ben asked in confusion.
"Sirius·Black." Moody said roughly.
"He was caught by Auror on the street. Half the street was destroyed and dozens of Muggle were killed."
"Wizengamot's side originally wanted to imprison him directly in Azkaban, but in order for us to follow the formal procedures, Wizengamot's side couldn't announce the verdict directly. They could only go through the formal trial process step by step, and that's why it's been delayed until now."
Kingsley put down the file in his hand and frowned slightly. It was obvious that he wanted to say something, but he restrained himself in the end.
Lin Ze leaned on the back of the chair and tapped his fingers on the table twice.
Sirius·Black.
The weight of this name in Wizarding World is no less than that of any Pure-blood families family head.
Black family is one of Sacred Twenty-Eight. In terms of blood purity, even Malfoy family has to be slightly behind.
And Sirius himself is the most famous rebel in this ancient family.
He ran away from home at the age of sixteen and completely broke with his family. After graduation, he joined Order of the Phoenix and became one of Dumbledore's most trusted fighters.
Then, less than two days after the fall of Voldemort, he was caught.
The crime was to blow up a Muggle street, resulting in the death of more than a dozen Muggle, and to betray the Botao couple.
Now, the entire Wizarding World believes that he is Death Eaters, the traitor lurking around the Potters, and the culprit who killed James and Lily.
But Lin Ze knows the truth.
The one who betrayed the Potters was not Sirius, but Peter·Pettigrew.
The short wizard, whom everyone regarded as a pitiable creature, was the real leaker.
When Sirius was chasing him, Peter blew up the street to create the illusion of his own death, turned into a mouse and fled into London's sewers, leaving Sirius alone to face the Muggle corpses on the ground and the anger of half a Wizarding World.
"Lin?"
Ben waved his hand in front of Lin Ze, "Why are you so dazed?"
Lin Ze came back to his senses and found that everyone in the office was looking at him.
"Hmm... thinking about something."
He stood up, grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and put it on himself.
"Where are you going?" Kingsley asked.
"Wizengamot, listen to the court hearing of Black."
Moody:"What does Black's case have to do with you?"
"It doesn't matter, I'm just curious." Lin Ze walked to the door and waved his hand without looking back.
"My intuition tells me that Black must be hiding something."
He opened the door and walked out.
Kingsley looked at the back of Lin Ze disappearing at the door, thoughtfully.
Lin Ze has actually been curious about Sirius for a long time.
Sirius's jailbreak seems to be full of conspiracy and deliberateness in the original work.
Whether you see the photos of Peter Pettigrew or whether you can escape from jail after being sucked by Dementor for more than ten years, it is full of absurdity.
Lin Ze has always felt that there is always a hand behind this controlling all of this. A arrogant descendant of Black family regrets his stupid behavior and hopes to atone for his sins by entering Azkaban.
But where is Azkaban?
Normal people will go crazy if they go in, and they will even die before their sentence is completed.
And Sirius, a person who has long lost the will to live, can survive in it for more than ten years.
And he was able to successfully escape Azkaban despite being extremely weak...
Lin Ze suspected that Black had been tricked from the beginning.
As for who it is...
A kind and shrewd face flashed through his mind.
He doesn't know the other party's purpose for doing this, maybe he just wants to completely defeat Voldemort?
But how could he deduce the role of Sirius in this war?
He does not have the ability to predict the future.
The trial court of Wizengamot is on the basement floor of Ministry of Magic.
Lin Ze has never been here before, but he is very familiar with the location.
After all, he has been squatting at Records Management Office for more than half a month, and he even knows how many toilets are on which floor.
On the walls on both sides of the corridor are portraits of successive Wizengamot chief judges, each with a more serious expression than the last.
When Lin Ze walked past the portrait, the old men in several portraits turned their heads to look at him.
The door of the Inquisition is two opposite oak doors, engraved with the emblem of Wizengamot - a scale wrapped in chains.
Lin Ze When he pushed the door in, he found that several people were already sitting in the auditorium.
So he randomly found a seat in the back row and sat down.
After a while, Kingsley also came in from the door, came to Lin Ze and sat down next to him.
Lin Ze lowered his voice and asked, "Why are you here too?"
"Similar to you, I'm a little curious." Kingsley said.
On the bench directly in front of the trial court, several Wizengamot judges took their seats one after another.
Sitting in the center are Barty·Crouch.
Next to him sat several Lin Ze old wizards who could not be named, all of them wearing dark red judge robes with Wizengamot badges on their collars.
There were gradually more and more people in the auditorium.
Lin Ze noticed that there were several Auror Office colleagues he knew sitting in the front row, and two reporters were adjusting their cameras.
About a quarter of an hour passed.
The small door on the side of the trial court opened, and two wizards wearing Auror uniforms escorted a person out.
Lin Ze finally met Sirius·Black.
He is even more embarrassed than Lin Ze imagined.
Her long black hair hangs messily on her shoulders.
At this time, he was not as thin as written in the original work, but his eyes were unfocused, like a walking corpse.
The magic shackles on his hands made a jingling sound as he moved around, and the court fell silent for an instant.
Two Auror pinned him down on the chair in the center of the courtroom, and one of them Auror even gave him a Leg-Locker Curse.
Sirius made no resistance, just leaned on the chair silently.
With the arrival of Sirius, Crouch knocked the gavel in his hand, and the dull sound echoed in the courtroom.
"The wizard on the dock is--Sirius·AO Ryan·Black."
"He is accused of blowing up an entire Muggle street in London City of Westminster on November 1 this year, resulting in the deaths of thirteen Muggle and Peter·Pettigrew, and... betraying the Potters, causing two people to be killed by Dark Lord."
There was a suppressed commotion in the auditorium.
"Defendant, do you plead guilty?" Crouch's voice was emotionless.
Sirius did not answer.
He leaned back in his chair with a weird smile on his face, as if he had heard some extremely absurd joke.
"Defendant, do you plead guilty?" Crouch asked again, with a hint of impatience in his tone.
Sirius finally spoke, "I... confess..."
Crouch nodded, and then continued, "Please state the specific details of your guilt."