Chapter 485: Fidelius Charm
Chapter 485: Fidelius Charm
Fortunately, Diana's gaze did not linger on Kyle for long and instead went straight to Peter Pettigrew's side.
"Is it him?"
"Yes," Dumbledore nodded. "Then I'll trouble you, Diana. I believe you can give the innocent person the truth."
"I'll do my best..." Diana whispered, "But I still need to wait a little longer. I'm missing an important prop... Oh, they're here."
As she spoke, she turned to look outside the door.
Two more witches, dressed in identical black cloaks, entered from outside, and in front of them was a square water tank floating in mid-air.
The tank was filled with emerald green liquid, appearing no different from a suitcase, as if it could be carried with one hand. However, the two people who brought it over seemed to be struggling.
Not only were their wand-holding hands trembling, but their foreheads were also covered in a layer of fine sweat.
Some of the younger staff members who witnessed this couldn't help but grumble to themselves.
They were exhausted from transporting such a small object, and this was the level of the Mute from the Department of Mysteries? Even a third-year student from Hogwarts would be better than them.
Unfortunately, no one explained anything to them.
The two slowly walked up to Peter Pettigrew and carefully placed the water tank on the ground.
A dull thud sounded, as if someone had thrown a Fart Bomb in the room. Clearly, the weight of this thing was completely disproportionate to its appearance.
"It's not easy..." One of them wiped the sweat from his brow and panted, "The usage time is thirty minutes, which should be enough."
"It's enough," Diana said. "Thank you, Bod, Crookshanks."
"It's nothing." Crookshanks, with his golden hair, waved his hand, "To be honest, I'm also a Gryffindor graduate, and I was only one year apart from Lily. She was indeed a good girl, but..."
He sighed, not knowing whether he was lamenting her death at Voldemort's hands or regretting that she had ultimately married James Potter... or perhaps both.
After the two stepped aside, Diana didn't waste any more time. She took out her wand and lightly tapped the water tank.
The calm surface of the tank rippled slightly, as if something was slowly rising from the emerald green water.
Kyle couldn't help but lean forward in anticipation.
Finally, a white object emerged.
It looked like a brain, but it had many long tentacles attached to it... like a brain-shaped jellyfish.
"This is..." Someone couldn't help but speak up, "I've seen it before when I went to deliver files to the Brain Chamber in the Department of Mysteries..."
Crouch frowned and was about to say something when Dumbledore stepped forward.
"I believe everyone is eager to know the truth, and this is the most effective way."
He inclined his head slightly, "Memories can be faked, but the soul can never lie... I assure you of this in my capacity as an Order of Merlin, First Class recipient, Headmaster of Hogwarts, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot."
The courtroom fell silent.
No one knew how long it had been when Cornelius Fudge finally reacted. He knocked on a hammer on the table and said, "I can also assure you of that."
"And me," Ms. Bones added.
Within the Ministry of Magic, those holding positions of Head of Department or higher were more or less aware of the secrets within the Department of Mysteries, including the function of the Brain Chamber.
For certain reasons, these secrets could not be revealed in any form, nor could they be detected.
"Now, vote on whether to have the Mute inspect Peter Pettigrew's soul." Fudge once again knocked the hammer.
"I agree." He himself took the lead in raising his hand, followed by Ms. Bones.
On the high platform, more and more wizards also raised their hands in agreement, and the number quickly exceeded half, and far exceeded it.
For some people, they agreed to send Peter Pettigrew to St. Mungo's just to ensure the integrity of his memories and get the truth.
Now that there is a better option, they would not object.
For people like Crouch and Bizeta, their silence is no longer important.
"Sixty-seven people agreed." Ms. Bones said, "So, let's begin."
Diana nodded and directed the jellyfish-like brain with her wand to float above Peter Pettigrew's head.
Everyone held their breath and watched her every move carefully.
Even in the Ministry, there were few people who had seen the Mute cast this special magic, they were curious.
Especially the Brain Chamber is related to the soul...
However, at this moment, a deep blue fog appeared and surrounded Diana, instantly blocking everyone's sight.
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"What happened..."
"What's going on..."
The courtroom immediately exploded, and some even took out their wands to disperse the blue mist.
"Be calm, everyone." The Mute Crookshanks stepped forward.
"This is a normal phenomenon, to avoid being affected by anomalies and other factors... I believe everyone can understand, after all, it involves the soul, any slight mistake can cause very serious consequences, this is also to be prepared."
"How do we know what happened!" Someone asked coldly.
"This does not need to worry." Crookshanks pointed to the water tank in front of him and said, "Everyone just needs to look here."
At this time, someone also noticed that a thin tentacle emerged from the fog and connected to the water tank.
The emerald green liquid was gradually replaced by a sky blue cloud, making the water tank look like a large crystal ball.
The clouds slowly rotated, pulling everyone's gaze.
Kyle also stared at the water tank intently.
After a few minutes, a blue cloud suddenly appeared with something else.
Peter Pettigrew appeared in the water tank's picture, looking much younger than he does now, kneeling respectfully on the ground.
Another person who appeared in the picture made everyone gasp.
Even after twelve years, they couldn't forget his appearance, pale face, snake-like crimson eyes.
Voldemort!
A chorus of swallowing sounds echoed around.
Luckily, this seemed to have someone use a wand to disrupt the cloud-like picture, and when they converged again, Voldemort had disappeared.
In its place was a string of golden small words.
"I, Peter Pettigrew, voluntarily conceal the Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow Number 17 within the soul and promise to keep the secret, remain silent."
(End of Chapter)
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