Professor Vampire.

Chapter 226: Dracula's so-called "good deeds

Lady Pediru's unique defense caught even Dumbledore off guard.

Unlike the highly developed social system of the Muggle world, the magical world, because of its sparse number of people and slower social development, the way of trial in Wizengamot actually still had a strong medieval character remaining.

Therefore, the subjective emotions of the jury accounted for a large portion of most trials in the Magic Realm.

Following Mrs. Pediru's defense method to fan the emotions of the Wisengamo jury, it might really make many wizards who were inclined towards sentimentality emotionally tilt towards Peter's side.

After all, the image of Sirius as brutal, rude and dangerous had been deeply rooted in people's hearts for a long time, and there was no way to change it for a while.

In contrast, surely more people would still be willing to believe an old woman who cried in front of them with true feelings, even if she wasn't able to give any complete evidence ...

"Professor Dracula, isn't this situation not too good for us now?" Ron asked in a low voice as he secretly tugged on Dracula's sleeve.

Harry also gave Sirius a worried look and came over to Dracula's side.

"Professor, do you have any ideas?" He asked as well.

Dracula glanced at Mrs. Pettigrew with a bit of a headache and saw that she was still sobbing uncontrollably, giving full vent to her concerns about her son.

One of the Wizengamot witches had wet her eyes and, despite the dissuasion, stepped down from her jury seat and put her arm around Mrs. Pediru's shoulders to comfort her.

"Actually, if we're going to talk about solutions, it's not like there aren't any." Dracula suddenly turned his attention to Harry and asked without a word, "Potter, do you sell misery and fanny?"

"Huh?" Harry's mouth dropped open, "What does that have to do with me?"

"It has a lot to do with it, it's up to you to get your godfather off the hook." Dracula said, "There are sure to be plenty of jurors who will be moved by you as well, as long as you are able to cry about the injustices you have suffered in your Muggle home."

"But ... but I, I don't know how to cry it out." Harry was completely confused as to what exactly Professor Dracula wanted him to do, "While it's true that Aunt Penny and the others treated me badly, I'll at least live ..."

Harry had always been in a fairly good frame of mind when he was in Muggle society, even when he was being bullied by Dali and his friends, he was able to find some playfulness in the midst of all this chasing after you and running away.

On weekdays, the game consoles, toys, TVs and other things that Dali didn't want, he was very good at sneaking them in to relieve his boredom, and he was even able to use counting spiders as a recreational activity when he slept in the storage room under the stairs ...

So really, it did make it a bit difficult for him to force some kind of tragic expression about his experiences at the Desiree's house.

"This is indeed a problem, it's not easy to resonate if the expression is not right ..." Dracula rubbed his chin and pondered.

"Professor Dracula, there's no need to make it difficult for Harry, I can always do the job myself and end that traitor!" Sirius said viciously as he gazed coldly in Peter's direction.

"No way!" Harry didn't hold back almost amplifying his voice, "Sirius, if you really did that, the Ministry of Magic would really be at war with you! It's not worth it for a traitor like that!"

"Harry, they won't catch me, trust me." Sirius turned his head and smiled at Harry.

"That won't work either, do you want to stay in the shadows for the rest of your life?" Harry deadpanned.

"Okay, knock it off, I've got an idea." Dracula interrupted the two with an impatient look on his face, "Isn't it just that you can't find sadness? Wouldn't it be nice to create a little for you."

"Potter, when it's time for you to open your mouth and sell your misery in a while, I'll open the bag with the dementor in it in your direction and let the dementor suck a little bit of the joy out of you. When the time comes, you're guaranteed to be in the zone immediately!"

"Is ... that really a good idea?" Ron glanced a little uneasily at the bag Dracula had pulled out of his hand at some point.

Without waiting for Ron to say anything else, Harry agreed with determination.

"Let's do it, Professor Dracula!" He said firmly and rose from his chair.

Everyone in the room was caught up in the Savior's behavior and looked at him curiously, wondering what Harry was going to say when he stood up at this time.

"I ... I would like you all to listen to me for a few moments, I would like to tell you a little bit about my childhood." Standing abruptly under the gaze of so many eyes, Harry was momentarily uncomfortable and stumbled slightly.

But the next thing he knew, a familiar shadowy aura came from Harry's side.

Unconsciously, the sight of Voldemort as he walked into his parents' safe house in Godric's Hollow came to his eyes, and his heart pumped fiercely.

Fortunately, Dracula had made the young wizards face the dementors first-hand countless times in class throughout the school year in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Harry had long ago learned the basic Patronus Curse, and was no longer as afraid of them as he had been at the very beginning, which prevented him from passing out on the spot.

"I spent my entire childhood in a locker under the stairs." Harry gritted his teeth and said with a sad expression and a shaky tone, "I didn't have the entertainment that every other child should have, no good snacks, no new clothes or any of my birthday presents at any one time ..."

The entire venue fell silent as the members of the Wizengamot looked at Harry incredulously, shocked to hear him tell the story of his time in Muggle society in a sad tone.

"... That's how it was, up until Hagrid found me in a ramshackle house on a reef out at sea and delivered my acceptance letter, Aunt Vernon was doing everything he could to prevent me from returning to the wizarding world, wanting me to be a muggle who spent my whole life bumbling around and accomplishing nothing. "

"If it wasn't for the betrayal of this Peter Pediru, I would have had a gentle and generous mother, a wonderful and brave father ..."

As he spoke, Harry's eyes gradually filled with tears as well, and it was not clear whether it was the Dementor's influence or genuine sadness at his birth.

The eyes of the jury members in the trial room all became a little sad, and a few sensual witches who were older, their gazes were even filled with a kind of maternal love, as if at any time they could rush down from their respective seats to wrap Harry in their arms.

Until Harry had spoken of his childhood, no one had known that the boy who had survived the Great Disaster had such an eventful destiny.

They had all assumed that Dumbledore had sent the savior to the Muggle world to protect him and allow him to enjoy his life where there was no danger, while still avoiding retaliation from the Death Eaters.

As it turned out, however, they all thought wrong.

Mrs. Pettigrew, who had also been crying in self-loathing, looked dazedly at Harry in the plaintiff's seat after hearing his complaint, and even forgot to continue crying.

She completely did not expect that such a small child can also sell misery, and the mood switch so quickly, in no way lose to her a big old lady.

Mrs. Pettigrew couldn't help but feel a little anxious as she watched the emotional tendencies of the jury members gradually shift towards Harry.

She knew she had to do something; she couldn't let the opportunity she had just seized go to waste.

So Mrs. Pediru stood up fiercely and shouted to Harry, "Harry, don't let that Sirius Black compel you, he must have learned a lot of compulsion from the Mystic, and is the best at tricking people into believing him!"

"Son, Peter is your father's most loyal friend, so think it over before you decide which side you're going to take!"

"How can you have the face to say such words in the face of a child?!" Sirius jumped up angrily, "If it wasn't for that dead rat who betrayed Jaime, how could Harry have had that miserable childhood? And now you have the nerve to say that he's the one who's Jaime's most loyal friend? I bah!"

It was also the first time he knew that Harry's life at his aunt's house had been so convoluted and rough, and it made the feeling of remorse inside him almost overflow his heart.

"Reminder, Sirius Black!" Fudge shouted as he took a hammer to the desktop, "If you engage in any more loud, disruptive behavior at the trial, I will have to order Auror to ask you to leave the courtroom."

Sirius didn't even give him a second glance, however, and instead, with a hint of impulsiveness, and a hint of hesitation, and a tangle, he turned his head to Harry.

"Harry, I'm your godfather, your parents have appointed me to be your guardian." He said softly, "In the event that something unfortunate should happen to them ..."

Harry froze for a moment, then suddenly something occurred to him and a rush of anticipation surged in his eyes.

His heart was beating faster than it ever had before, expecting beyond hope that Sirius meant what his heart guessed he meant.

"For the first time I know you were treated that way at your aunt and uncle's house, and I ..." Sirius said hesitantly, "Well ... Harry, I want you to think about it. Once I've regained my honor ... if you want a ... a different home ..."

It was as if Harry had some sort of explosion in his heart, an irrepressible joy pulsed all the way up from his heart to his head, and finally rushed to his face, overflowing into a big, overjoyed smile.

"What ... you mean, let me live with you?" He asked aloud, afraid that he had misunderstood Sirius, afraid that he was hallucinating something or in a dream world, "Can I leave the Dursleys'?"

"Of course, if you want." Sirius said quickly, "They don't deserve you living with them anymore after what they did to you, I think I can ..."

"You're not kidding?" Harry shouted, his voice even lifting until it was hoarse, "Of course I want to get out of the Dursleys' house! Do you have a house yet? When can I move in?"

Blake looked at Harry in surprise as well. He could still feel the eyes of everyone in the room on the two of them, but he didn't care.

"You do?" He asked, "Are you serious? I can buy a big house anytime I want, it'll never be worse than your aunt's house!"

"Yes, of course I'm serious!" Harry laughed.

For the first time, a real smile appeared on Sirius' still thin face, and unlike the crazy smiles of the past, this one was instead warm.

No one in the room had ever thought Sirius could smile such a warm, genial and soft smile.

The effect the smile had was amazing, as if a handsome young man, ten years younger than his appearance, was beaming at Harry through that thin mask.

In that moment, it was as if Dumbledore, Peter, and everyone who had ever known Sirius could recognize in his face again the man who had acted as best man and laughed happily at Jaime and Lily's wedding.

Mrs. Pediru's heart went cold.

She felt the edge of this trial move further and further away from her after Sirius had flashed that smile.

"Sirius Black, second warning!" Fudge growled in exasperation, "Do not discuss anything unrelated to the eucalyptus case during the trial, and if there is a second time, you will be ruled outright defeated!"

Sirius was finally quiet.

He wanted now as never before to restore his honor and then pick up his godson to live with him and get Harry out of the abyss that was the Dursleys.

"Boy, he's lying to you, you know that? Sirius Black is lying to you!" Mrs. Pettigrew yelled, still undeterred, "If you do live with him, you'll end up getting what your parents got!"

Harry, however, no longer cared about what the awful old lady was actually saying, he was filled with the joy of being able to get rid of the Dursleys and live with Sirius.

"Professor, are we going to win?" Ron asked in a whisper to Dracula as he watched the scene.

"The other jurors have pretty much rendered their emotions, but the two disgusting guys, Fudge and Umbridge, are a bit of a problem." Dracula said, "It's going to have to be a landslide for Sirius to get the votes he's been given to be foolproof."

With that, he got up from his seat, "Wait, I'll add another dose of the menace."

Before Ron could react, Dracula flashed and suddenly appeared beside a distraught Peter, breaking his mouth open and pouring a brainwave of the small half bottle of Tranquilizer he had asked for from Snape a few days ago into Peter's mouth.

"Cough cough cough ..." Peter realized something was wrong and struggled desperately to get up.

However how could his strength compare to Dracula's, and soon the effects of the emetic kicked in.

"What are you doing?!" Mrs. Pediru screamed, desperately trying to grab Dracula with her hands, only to be casually slapped aside.

Fudge also slammed the table eucalyptus heavily with his hammer in anger.

"Dracula, what do you think of the authority of the Wizengamot when you use illegal potions on the defense in public in the courtroom?" He gritted his teeth, "Where is Law Enforcement Auror, arrest him!"

"Slowly." Dracula, however, was not the least bit flustered and raised his hand to block a few Aurors who wanted to make a move, "I just saw that Mr. Pediru had been crying for too long and his throat must have dried up, so I fed him some water."

"How is it that my kind act of upholding humanitarian care has become an offense in your eyes?"