Harry Potter's Bastard

"You mean to say- you have witnesses?" Fudge looked at Dumbledore, "but...... You should understand that Muggle testimony has no validity in cases involving the wizarding world......"

"Of course, Mr. Minister. I know our laws well, after all, I am a member of the Wizengamot and the Chief Wizard, and believe me, I can assure you that this witness's testimony is in accordance with our laws. Dumbledore sat down in his chair and said very gently, "I'm not old enough to forget these important things, and the witness I'm talking about is not a Muggle. "

"This can't be!" Umbridge's voice was a little sharper, "There are no other wizards in the Little Whyking District other than Mr. Potter living there! "

"Ah, I think you're right, Deputy Secretary Umbridge. Dumbledore said, "But I never said the Witness was a wizard......"

"Hah!" Umbridge's high-pitched voice made many people shudder, and so did Harry.

"You just said that the witness wasn't a Muggle, and now you're saying ......"

"She's a squib. Dumbledore's words silenced the scene for a moment, "If I'm not mistaken—the Squibs aren't registered with the Ministry of Magic. Although they do not have the ability to cast spells, they do see things that Muggles can't see, such as Dementors. "

Harry looked a little sluggish when he saw Umbridge as if she had been slapped from behind.

After a while, Umbridge smirked and said, "We'll verify this information." "

"Of course, of course. Dumbledore looked at Fudge with a smile, "So Mr. Minister, can we invite her in?"

Of course, Fudge has no opinion, he is also happy to see Umbridge make a fool of this woman, anyway, now that Umbridge is no longer of the same heart as himself, of course he will not care about this woman's feelings.

"Of course. Fudge nodded, "Weasley, you go and bring the Witnesses in." "

Percy immediately stood up and ran down the stone steps from the judge's seat, hurriing past Dumbledore and Harry, without looking at them. Moments later, Percy returned, followed by Mrs. Fig. She looked scared, and looked more eccentric than usual. Harry wished she had thought of replacing her thick slippers.

Dumbledore stood up, gave up his chair to Mrs. Feige, and conjured one for himself.

"Full name?" asked Fudge aloud, as Mrs. Feige sat down on the edge of her chair tremblingly.

"Arabella. Dorien. Fig. Mrs. Figg said in a slightly trembling voice.

"Are you a Squib?" Fudge's expression was a little subtle, although he was now in the same camp as Dumbledore, he still felt that this old lady known as the "Squib" was specially found by Dumbledore, otherwise how could it be so coincidental that there happened to be a Squib passing by where the Dementor appeared?

Clearly, Umbridge thinks the same way. However, this woman thought a little deeper, and she felt that this woman was likely to be the eyeliner that Dumbledore had arranged for Dumbledore to spy on Harry Potter in Little Whinging.

"Yes, I'm a squib. Mrs. Feige was evidently unaccustomed to the circumstances, and spoke with some hesitation.

"Mr. Minister," Umbridge next to Fudge began, "the identity of this woman who calls herself 'Squib' is yet to be verified......

"Of course, Dolores...... I understand, but that was after the hearing, after all, we can't wait for the people below to verify the information, and if we find out that there is something wrong with her identity after the fact, then her testimony will be immediately taken as evidence. "

Fudge continued to look at Mrs. Feige after saying this.

"You can recount it now. "

"On the evening of August 2nd, about nine o'clock, I went out to the corner shop at the corner of Wisteria Road to buy cat food," Mrs. Feige said at once as quickly as if she had memorized everything she had to say, "and then I heard a commotion in the alley between Magnolia Crescent Street and Wisteria Road. I walked to the alley and saw the Dementors running-"

"Run?" said Ms. Bones sternly, "Dementors don't run, they just slide." "

"That's what I meant," said Mrs. Feig quickly, her shriveled face flushed, "and they slid down the alley and pounced on the two boys. "

"What do they look like?" said Ms. Bones, her eyes narrowed, the edges of her monocle sinking into the flesh.

"Oh, one is big, the other is skinny—"

"No, no," said Miss Bones impatiently, "I mean the Dementors, describe what they look like. "

"Oh," said Mrs. Feig, now that the flush spread to her neck, "they are huge. Large, wearing a cape. "

Harry felt his heart suddenly sink horribly, as if it had been filled with lead. Whatever Mrs. Figg said, it seemed to him that she had only seen pictures of Dementors at best, and they did not convey the true nature of those creatures: the eerie and horrible appearance of them hovering a few inches above the ground, the stench of decay they emitted, and the terrible creaking sound they made as they devoured the air around them.

Now even Harry felt that if he hadn't experienced it himself, he would have thought of Mrs. Figg as someone who had prepared to commit perjury.

On the second row of benches, a short, stocky male wizard with a large black beard leaned into the ear of a nearby female wizard with curly hair. The sorceress sneered and nodded—it looked like they thought the so-called witness would soon be exposed.

"Big, in a cloak," Ms. Bones repeated coldly.

Fudge didn't hold back, he snorted, "I see. Anything else?"

"Yes," said Mrs. Feig, "I felt them—everything was getting cold, it was a very hot summer night, and then I felt ...... It seems that all happiness has disappeared from the world...... I remembered...... Terrible thing......"

Her voice trembled, and she faded out of her voice.

Ms. Bones' eyes widened slightly. Harry could see the red mark on the spot under her brow where the lens had just sunk in.

"What did the Dementors do?"

"A boy had fallen by the time I arrived, it was Harry's cousin, and he was being sucked by the Dementors......"

The wizards around them began to whisper, and they could all imagine the scene - in fact, many of them had seen the Dementors suck people's souls out of the world.

“...... And then there was Harry, who was being choked by a Dementor all the time...... Then a silvery-white stag appeared - it chased away the two Dementors......"