บท 108: Chapter 110: Peter Pettigrew in the Courtroom!

July 3, 1990.

The British Ministry of Magic, Basement Level Ten.

This is where the Wizengamot courtrooms are located.

Many dark wizards, including followers of Voldemort, have been brought here to face judgment by the members of the Wizengamot.

In the center of the courtroom stands the chair where the accused sit during their trials, surrounded by the seats of the Wizengamot members, who will decide the fate of the accused through a vote.

Today.

The room is empty.

Scattered candlelight illuminates the courtroom.

A woman in pink low-heeled shoes slowly walks into the courtroom. She is dressed in a pink coat, with a pink hat on her head and a pink handbag in her hand.

Despite the girlish color, it is worn by a short, stout, middle-aged woman. She steps into the courtroom, her hand brushing against the wall, her eyes showing a hint of obsession.

She has been coming here daily recently.

Next week, Cornelius Fudge will be inaugurated as the new Minister of Magic, and she will become one of Fudge's closest aides, serving as the Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic.

Naturally.

She will also become a member of the Wizengamot High Court.

This place represents the pinnacle of the British Ministry of Magic, and she will soon be a part of it. This is the true seat of power in the magical world.

Her name is Dolores Umbridge.

In fact, Umbridge has been enjoying her nightly walks through the Ministry, carefully traversing the places where her future authority will reach.

However...

Today is different.

Umbridge enters the courtroom with a satisfied smile, takes out her wand, and lights all the candles, illuminating the empty courtroom.

Then...

Her expression changes.

Light dispels darkness.

But it also reveals hidden dangers.

In the center chair of the courtroom sits a short, stout man.

This man sits quietly, his head bowed as if awaiting some unknown judgment.

"Who are you...! No, it can't be!? Peter Pettigrew!"

Umbridge's eyes instantly show a hint of panic!

Why is Peter Pettigrew here, in the basement of the Ministry of Magic? How did this dark wizard get in?

"Be quiet."

Peter, sitting in the criminal's chair, continues to lower his head indifferently, his voice cold: "Let me quietly feel what it's like to be judged here..."

"..."

Umbridge tightly grips her wand!

But she is very timid and does not dare to confront such a dark wizard. She quickly turns to flee, not wanting to face him!

"Come back."

Peter's words make the pink, stout figure freeze in place!

As Umbridge musters the courage to flee again, her body floats up involuntarily, drifting back like a pink balloon!

"Please... let me go..."

Umbridge's first instinct is to beg for mercy!

Facing a dark wizard, she has no courage to resist!

At this moment, Umbridge is filled with deep regret. This woman, who always dresses girlishly, struggles in the air, trying to come down...

"Hehehe... don't worry."

Peter grins, his nails glowing white as he controls Umbridge, placing her in one of the Wizengamot seats.

"I just want to experience being judged..."

Peter looks up, smiling wickedly at the terrified woman in pink, saying coldly: "Please begin... start judging my crimes."

"I... I..."

Umbridge feels her heart tightening!

At this moment, she feels overwhelmed by immense fear, making her feel as if she can't breathe!

No.

To be precise.

She dares not to breathe.

Who can tell her why a dark wizard has infiltrated the deepest part of the Ministry of Magic, sits in the criminal's seat, randomly choosing a lone wizard as the judge...

Then...

This dark wizard says.

Come, judge my crimes.

Isn't this enough to scare someone to death?

Umbridge clutches her collar, her eyes fixed on Peter's movements, breathing heavily to dispel her fear!

Now...

Umbridge hopes anyone will appear to help her escape. She doesn't want to stay here; she doesn't dare say anything to anger the dark wizard!

"Please begin."

Peter looks at Umbridge, his wicked smile persistent: "Hurry up, because my time is limited..."

"I... I... you..."

Umbridge stammers, taking deep breaths, afraid to make any big moves, her face pale with fear!

"Are you afraid to judge me?"

Peter leans back in the chair, chuckling.

"... Yes."

Umbridge nods quickly, as if grasping a lifeline, immediately speaking: "No one... can judge you..."

"Interesting."

Peter nods, then says: "You seem smarter than most people in the Ministry..."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Umbridge lowers her head.

At this moment, she regains hope.

If she can get this dark wizard to spare her, if she can survive, that's enough!

"Alright, you're lucky."

Peter crosses his legs, spreading his arms: "Tell me your name, introduce yourself..."

"Umbridge."

She instinctively says her name, then adds fearfully: "Dolores Umbridge."

This kind of luck...

She doesn't want it at all!

Why does such bad luck have to happen to her? In a few days, she would be the Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, a member of the Wizengamot, not running around like this!

But...

Who would have thought a dark wizard would infiltrate the Ministry?

However, Umbridge soon feels grateful for her blunder.

"I'll remember you, Ms. Umbridge..."

Peter smiles, then says something that makes her heart skip a beat: "Ms. Umbridge, are you interested in becoming the Minister of Magic?"

"What!"

Umbridge's face shows disbelief!

Of course, Umbridge has dreamed of becoming the Minister of Magic.

However, the next Minister is her boss, Cornelius Fudge, and his inauguration is next week. Can she really surpass Fudge to become Minister?

"I can help you."

Peter grins, saying: "If we work together, when I rule the magical world, I'll ensure you sit in that supreme position, the one everyone in the magical world desires..."

"..."

Umbridge feels tempted!

If a dark wizard helps her, she really has a good chance of becoming Minister, but cooperating with a dark wizard is dangerous. After all, there are many dark wizards now...

If she sides with the wrong one, she'll end up in Azkaban...

No!

That's wrong!

Umbridge tries to clear her mind. As a Ministry official, if found colluding with a dark wizard, she'll also be sent to Azkaban!

"Hehehe... Ms. Umbridge..."

Peter's fingertips glow green as he chuckles: "It seems you don't want to. I might have to kill you and find someone else..."

"No, no, no!"

Umbridge shakes her head, nervously clutching her collar, whispering: "I just don't believe you're serious..."

"Of course, I am. It just takes time."

Peter's green light fades as he chuckles: "As a gesture of good faith, let me tell you something... Soon, I will attack the Ministry, you should leave."

"... Yes..."

Umbridge nervously clutches her sleeve.

As she cautiously walks away, she glances back at Peter, afraid the dark wizard will kill her...

"By the way."

Peter's voice suddenly comes from behind.

The dark wizard stops her, smiling: "Can you tell me... where the Ministry's Time-Turners are kept?"

"Of... of course."

Umbridge quickly agrees, answering timidly: "In the logistics warehouse... in the back, where dangerous items are kept."

"You can go."

Peter smiles, letting Umbridge leave.

After the woman in pink left, Peter Pettigrew's face gradually turned calm. He frowned slightly, sighing softly: "How foolish, being Minister of Magic is a high-risk, thankless job…"

(End of Chapter)

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