Hogwarts Reading Days

The person who opened the door was not Harry Potter, today's interrogate, but a member of the Wizengamot who had just arrived.

The time in the courtroom passed quickly amidst everyone's chatting, and the originally scheduled court time had already passed.

There is no doubt that Potter is late!

Potter's late arrival undoubtedly left a bad impression on all members of the Wizengamot, which was probably what Fudge wanted to see the most.

It's really annoying!

Albert wanted to see Fudge sit on it and be judged more and more. Fortunately, someone was more diligent than him in this matter, and he hoped that Fudge would be unlucky.

"This kind of thing is not common." Bud looked in Fudge's direction and said softly to Albert.

"It can only be said that it is not unexpected. Someone probably hopes that we will be left here for a few hours." Albert could see that Fudge was in a good mood.

If Potter had been a few hours late, his plan had really worked.

"What happens if you miss this trial?" Albert asked.

"I don't think Potter has another chance." Sera said, frowning.He obviously also guessed the reason, especially after finding out that the person who came here for trial today was Harry Potter, he knew that the current scene was definitely made on purpose.

As long as you are a sensible person, you can actually guess that although some people are dissatisfied with Fudge's actions, they can't do anything about it for the time being.

Who made Potter late.

"I'm looking forward to today's trial."

Albert looked at the triumphant Fudge, with a malicious smile on his face.

He believed that Fred and George would let Harry Potter know that the dementors who attacked him most likely came from the Ministry of Magic.

Knowing that he was framed by the Ministry of Magic, he actually came to the Ministry of Magic for trial. I believe that Harry Potter would never be able to swallow this breath.

A savior with ill intentions towards the Ministry of Magic is amusing to think about.

Really looking forward to the next development.

Sure enough, the protagonist never disappoints.

Not long after, the door of the courtroom was pushed open again, and the whispering around stopped abruptly.

Because today's protagonist is here.

Albert signaled Bud and Sera to look at a certain minister. Fudge's face was very gloomy, like a child who just heard that the Christmas party was cancelled. He obviously didn't expect Harry Potter to appear here.

"You're late." Fudge's indifferent voice echoed in the courtroom, giving off a strong sense of oppression, but Harry Potter, who had just entered the courtroom, was indifferent to it.

"I have been informed: At ten o'clock this morning, at the office of Mrs. Amelia Burns, Head of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division."

Under the dual effects of the tranquilizer and the Felician, Harry showed unprecedented composure. He had already learned the "truth" from the twins, and knew that he would be fine, so now he was full of confidence. Instead, he examined and sized Fudge with a strange gaze.

He sat on the only chair in front of him, and said in a slow and gentle tone: "I just found out that the time was two hours earlier a few minutes ago. Fortunately, I came to the Ministry of Magic earlier, otherwise I might miss this trial. Let everyone waste their time here."

Although he said that he was on trial, but listening to his tone, it seemed that he was not the one who came to stand trial.

"That's not the Wizengamot's fault." Fudge's face became more gloomy, and he interrupted impatiently: "The Ministry of Magic sent an owl to inform you this morning."

However, Fudge couldn't interrupt Harry, who seemed to be indifferent and said to himself.

"I think the owl at the Ministry of Magic must have misplaced the letter. Since I was attacked by the dementors, I have changed places."

Harry didn't pay attention to Fudge's annoyed gaze, but looked around on his own, and was surprised to see an acquaintance in the corner.

"He's calmer than I expected." Bud looked at Harry Potter below in surprise, then turned to Albert and said, "If you weren't by my side, I would have thought it was you. "

"After all, he is the savior. I haven't seen any big scenes."

Albert said in a voice that could be heard by everyone around him: "I think the Triwizard Tournament a while ago gave Potter a strong heart. After all, compared with those more dangerous scenes, this time is really different." What is it, not to mention that this time he has a helper."

This is the result of drinking tranquilizers, Felicia, knowing the truth and knowing the ending, a savior Harry Potter who is full of fighting power.

The current Harry Potter is not easy to mess with.

"Very well, the defendant is finally here, let's get started!"

Fudge's face became more and more ugly, as if he had just been punched in the face.The witch next to him stared at Harry Potter intently, as if she wanted to swallow him in one gulp.

"Are you ready?" Fudge called out to Percy, the interrogation recorder.

"Yes, sir."

Percy responded, saying he was fine.He has recovered from the surprise at seeing Albert, his eyes are focused on the parchment in front of him, and he is holding a quill pen in his hand to write.

"Trial on August 8th," said Fudge loudly, "of Harry James Potter, of 12 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for breaching the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act and the International Statute of Secrecy."

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Burns, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary .”

"Judgment Recorder: Percy..."

Harry glanced at Percy. He had heard Ron say why Percy left the Weasleys' house. It seemed that he had betrayed his family to gain Fudge's appreciation.

However, it was Albert who was more surprised than Harry. He had no idea that Umbridge had now become a senior deputy minister.

It's really interesting that a deputy minister actually went to teach at Hogwarts!

Next, Dumbledore also did not disappoint everyone, and he really appeared at a critical moment.

Perhaps because of the many things he had experienced, Dumbledore looked very calm, and did not show the slightest irritation because of Fudge's calculations, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Compared with the calm interrogators and defense witnesses.

Fudge, who was still majestic, was panicked by Dumbledore's appearance.

The members of the Wizengamot present watched this scene with great interest, some of them seemed annoyed, some seemed a little scared, and most of them were whispering to each other, as if discussing the previous "Daily Prophet" about Dumbledore's befuddled report.

In particular, Dumbledore politely declined the kindness of Fudge, who was inarticulate, and changed a chair for himself. After sitting down, his mild-mannered appearance no longer looked like an old fool.

"It's such a joyous scene!" Sierra muttered.

Regardless of Harry Potter or Dumbledore, they were all looking at Fudge with interest at this moment, as if Fudge sitting on the judgment seat was the monkey jumping up and down.

"I think after today, many people will not be able to sleep at night!" Bud said to Albert in French.

"When will you leave England?" Albert asked.

"Let's take a while!" Bud said without thinking.

"What?" Hetok was a little puzzled.

"Britain is not safe anymore!" Bud said softly, "I think you might as well stop staying in England, and just travel around the world with us after you get married."

"The place where I live is very safe." Albert declined: "As for traveling around the world, I will consider it."

He looked around and had to admit that Bud was right.

Dumbledore's attitude made the members of the Wizengamot present feel uneasy, because if Dumbledore is not old-fashioned and crazy, does it mean that the news he announced a while ago is very likely to be true.

That person really came back!

This is undoubtedly a cruel reality that many people are unwilling to face.

Cornelius Fudge took a deep breath, and after forcing himself to calm down, tremblingly pulled out a piece of parchment from a pile of documents, took another deep breath, and read aloud: "The defendant is charged with the following crimes: The defendant He had received a written warning from the Ministry of Magic for similar charges before, and this time, knowing that his behavior was illegal, he deliberately and knowingly committed the crime at 8:2 p.m. on August 23 in front of a Muggle residence In the face of Muggles, he used a protection spell, which violated the third paragraph of the "Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act" promulgated in 13 and No.[-] of the "International Federation of Magicians' Secrecy Act" strip."

After Fudge finished reading, he put down the parchment and stared at Harry fiercely and asked, "Have you used the Patronus Charm in front of Muggles?"

"Underage wizards can use magic to save themselves when they are in danger." Harry didn't answer Fudge's words, but said calmly, "So, your accusation is not established."

Not only Fudge was stunned, but even other members of the Wizengamot were stunned.

Everyone looked up and down at Harry Potter, who was sitting there calmly. The other party was not affected by the atmosphere of the courtroom at all, and he didn't seem to intend to follow the procedures of the Ministry of Magic.

Moreover, Harry Potter didn't seem to intend to stop, and continued talking.

"Something I have to correct."

"Quiet," growled Fudge.

"There's something wrong with your accusation," Harry said suddenly.

"what?"

"Three years ago, the Ministry of Magic sent me a written warning because of a misjudgment that I violated the "Act on the Reasonable Restraining of Underage Wizards." Harry said calmly, "I must clear it..."

"Enough, enough!" interrupted Fudge very arrogantly, "I don't have time..."

"You should let me finish, I think everyone wants to know the truth." Harry said unhurriedly, "And, I can produce evidence."

There was a sudden silence in the courtroom. Everyone was staring at Harry Potter. They suddenly had the feeling that the man in front of him was not here for trial, but for questioning.

"Evidence?" asked Amelia Bones.

"Yes, I have proof," Harry continued. "Three years ago, I didn't use the hovering spell, it was a house-elf, so this matter is purely a technical issue of the Ministry of Magic."

"Look!" roared Fudge, gesturing exaggeratedly in Harry's direction, "a house-elf! In a Muggle dwelling! Is that even possible?"

"The house elf is currently at Hogwarts." After speaking, Harry turned to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was also very surprised by Harry's performance. He nodded cooperatively and said, "There is indeed such a thing. If you want, I can call the house-elf here to testify right away."

"I...I don't have time to listen to the house-elf's nonsense." Fudge panicked and shouted, "Not only this, but he also inflated his aunt."

"Yes yes, there is indeed such a thing," Harry admitted calmly.

"Look, he admitted it himself."

Fudge punched the judge's bench and knocked over a bottle of ink. This slightly funny look made the expressions of many Wizengamot members subtle.

"But I remember what you said at the time:" Harry paused deliberately, and repeated: "We won't punish you for such a small thing, it was an accident, and we won't punish people just for the sake of blowing up aunt. Sent to Azkaban."

Valley Toilet</span>Harry looked at Dumbledore again, and added: "To be honest, I ran away from home at the time, and I was so moved by your words."

"Yes, I remember that too, and you were very merciful not to press charges, and I think you agree that even the best wizards are not always in control of their emotions," said Dumbledore quietly.

For now Fudge was frantically wiping the ink off his notes.

The courtroom once again fell into a strange dead silence, because if the previous two things were exposed, today's trial would be meaningless, at most it would be a warning.

What a hilarious trial.

Such thoughts popped into the minds of many members of the Wizengamot, who also had a different opinion of Harry Potter's quality.

"Okay, let's return to today's topic!" Harry suddenly smiled, but the smile on his face gave off a creepy feeling.

"I've been attacked, attacked by dementors," he told them all.

"I'm sure it's a well-rehearsed lie!" growled Fudge excitedly.

"I have proof," said Harry firmly. "I have proof that what I say is true."

"You met a dementor?" Amelia Bones asked, glancing at Fudge.

"Yes, I have witnesses."

"You drove them away? I mean you summoned a fully fledged Patronus?" Amelia Bones asked curiously.

"A stag, every time a stag, if you doubt, I can get you one on the spot." Harry was confident that he could summon the physical Patronus in public.

"Every time?" Ms. Burns asked. "Have you conjured a Patronus before?"

"Yes, when I was in the third grade, dementors attacked me in the carriage and on the Quidditch pitch, so I had to find someone to ask the Patronus Charm to protect myself." Harry said honestly.

"It's remarkable," Ms. Burns told the group. "It's really remarkable that he can conjure a real Patronus at his age."

"No, it's not a big deal. As far as I know, Mr. Anderson mastered the Patronus Charm earlier than I did. I asked him for advice on how to deal with dementors, although Professor Lupine took the time to teach me. "

The members of the Wizengamot all had weird expressions on their faces, almost instinctively looking towards a certain direction of the courtroom.The Mr. Anderson mentioned in Harry Potter was sitting there, and the other party also had a calm face, as if the person just mentioned was not him.

"If there are no other questions, I will present the evidence."

"What do you mean?" Ms. Burns asked.

"I have witnesses who can prove that the dementors did attack me and my cousin that day." Harry glanced at Fudge and said firmly, "I mean except for my cousin Dudley Dursley .”

Everyone was left speechless by Harry's words.

Yes, it is his prerogative to give evidence, and the interrogator cannot ignore this.

From the beginning, Harry Potter took the initiative because he had the evidence, he had the evidence from the beginning to the end, as the highest court in England, they have to be as impartial as possible, even though many people here know the The trial like a joke is a farce created by the Minister of Magic, but the authority of the Wizengamot, all members of the Wizengamot must automatically maintain it, at least the superficial justice must be maintained, because that is the source of their power, otherwise The laws of the entire British Ministry of Magic will collapse, and no one will take the Wizengamot seriously anymore, and they, as members of the Wizengamot, will be completely reduced to a laughing stock.

"Very well, where is this man?" Fudge seemed deflated, he knew he couldn't do anything to Harry Potter today.

Harry turned to look at Dumbledore.

"I brought her," said Dumbledore. "She's just outside the door."

Mrs. Figg was quickly ushered in by Percy, who looked equally calm.

Yes, very calm, eerily calm, like Harry Potter, completely unaffected by the atmosphere here.

Fudge suddenly had an ominous premonition, he stared at the old woman below, and asked loudly: "Full name?"

"Arabella Figg," said Mrs. Figg expressionlessly, "I'm a resident of Little Whinging, and I live next door to Harry Potter's house."

"We don't have any wizards in Little Whinging, other than Harry Potter, on our records," said Ms. Burns, frowning. "That area is always closely watched."

"Squibs are off your record," said Mrs. Figg quietly.

"Squibs?" said Fudge, looking up at Mrs. Figg. "We'll check. By the way, can Squibs see Dementors?"

"We can see!" Mrs. Figg glared at Fudge disapprovingly.

"Very well," said Fudge coldly, "Mr. Potter said you saw him attacked by a dementor."

"On the evening of August 8nd, at about a quarter past nine, I ran into it by chance when I was out shopping for cat food." Mrs. Figg read out what she had memorized: "I happened to see two dementors sliding and attacking. I saw Mr. Potter and his cousin Dudley. To be honest, I was scared stupid because it became so cold after the dementor appeared, and I felt as if all the joy disappeared from the world. I remembered some Terrible thing... Oh, by the way, this morning I received a letter from a stranger with some photos of the time, and I think this must be more convincing than my statement."

As she said that, Mrs. Figg actually took out a few photos from her pocket under the watchful eyes of everyone, "It shows the scene where Potter was attacked by a dementor at that time."

Suddenly, the courtroom fell into an eerie dead silence.

"Photo? Are you sure you're not joking." Fudge felt that this was ridiculous.

"I also received a letter from the owl last night, which also contained similar photos." Dumbledore said gently.

"Weasley, bring the picture up." Fudge felt as sick as if he had eaten a fly.

Several photos were placed in front of the interrogators.

Amelia Bones also felt that this incident was very unusual, because the photos were indeed pictures of Harry Potter and his cousin Dudley being attacked, and even Mrs. Figg was photographed in one of them, although only back view.

"Even the photos are prepared, I'm sure those photos were carefully faked by someone."

"I don't see that the pictures are fake," Amelia Bones said quietly.

"But, the dementor went to a Muggle residential area, and happened to meet a wizard?" Fudge said contemptuously.

"Not necessarily if these two dementors have recently taken orders from someone outside the Ministry of Magic," said Dumbledore quietly. "Of course, these two particular dementors may not be under the control of the Ministry of Magic..."

"There's no Dementor out of the Ministry's hands!" growled Fudge, blushing maroon.

"No, Dumbledore, I think the Minister has a good point. In fact, I have been told that it was an elaborate plot, and that the person who had the dementors attack me was one of those present. Harry glanced at Dumbledore, the smile on his face widening, and even Dumbledore frowned.

"It's slander, blatant slander," growled Fudge.

"He thinks someone wants me to be expelled and lose my status as a wizard." Harry put his finger at his throat, released the Loud Voice Charm easily, and suppressed Fudge's roar: "It turns out that he was right , Whether it is being attacked by a dementor or a trivial matter of minors using magic, now they are going to be tried in a formal criminal court, and finally the time of the trial has been adjusted, and I, the client, don't know it. Of course, I No evidence to accuse who did it, but I know that the guy who sent the dementors to attack me will be in Azkaban for life in a few years, so I'm not angry and never doubted the prophecy It is true or false, after all, it took thousands of galleons to make a prophecy."

"You found a master prophecy?" Amelia Bones' expression was also grim. Harry Potter's words were a blatant threat, but... He obviously didn't seem to be lying.

"Yes, someone paid for a master prophet for me," said Harry calmly.

"as far as I know……"

"I don't know. He didn't tell me who the master prophecy was, nor who the person who sent the dementor to attack me was. He only said that the person would enter Azkaban in a few years. It is said that his Predicted as hard as he charged, and never missed a beat."

Bud, Serra, and Mog all looked sideways at Albert, and they suddenly understood why Harry Potter's fighting power was so powerful.

No, it shouldn't be tough, but tough.

"Even if the Wizengamot thinks he's guilty, the Ministry of Magic still has no right to expel Harry Potter," Albert reminded.

Of course, this script was indeed provided by him. Although the last scene was not, it is not strange for the hated Harry to vent his anger after he was sure that he would not be fired.

No head iron, or the savior?

Yes.

Even Dumbledore didn't expect Harry Potter to confront Fudge head-on in the end.

So what if he offended Fudge, what if he trampled on the face of the Minister of Magic.

Harry also knew someone was going to step down next year.

Moreover, Fudge's vicious methods did not leave him any room at all. If he hadn't been instructed, he might have fallen into a trap and died completely.

What Harry said was indeed very reasonable, and all the blame was pointed at Fudge.

Fudge's face had turned a liver-purple color, and the toad-like witch to his right was staring at Harry Potter.

"I think the Ministry of Magic should thoroughly investigate why those two dementors attacked me without permission?"

"It's not up to you to decide what the Ministry does or doesn't do!" said Fudge gruffly.

Seeing Fudge act like his Uncle Vernon, Harry's mood became more and more joyful.He said maliciously: "I think the Ministry of Magic should give me an explanation. You must know that I was almost killed by a dementor. I think not only me, but everyone should be very concerned, and no one wants to Be the next to be attacked."

Amelia Bones felt that someone was controlling everything invisibly, and her eyes couldn't help looking in a certain direction.

"I would like to remind everyone that the behavior of those two dementors, even if they are not the product of wild imagination, is not the topic of this interrogation!" The toad-like witch beside Fudge reminded with a light cough: "We are here to Inquiry into Harry Potter for violating the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act!"

"Very well, maybe we should end Mr. Potter's trial first, and leave the Ministry of Magic to deal with the dementor matter." Ms. Burns said in a resonant voice.

"Now please raise your hand if you agree that the accusation is not established."

Hands raised one by one, the number has exceeded half.

In fact, as long as you are not a fool, you will know after a series of evidence bombardment by Potter that even if Potter is now found guilty, the Ministry of Magic can't do anything to him.

What's more, they are also very clear that once Harry Potter is convicted,

The authority of the Wizengamot would be challenged.

Who let Harry Potter have sufficient evidence to prove his innocence!

"Hands up if you're in favor of the crime," Ms. Burns added.

There were very few people who raised their hands. Apart from Fudge, there were probably five or six people. Obviously, Fudge did not expect the Wizengamot to sentence Potter from the very beginning. If Potter left them alone for more than half an hour, the result would be natural. It's another matter, but there is no doubt that his plan failed and he messed up himself instead.

"Very well, the accusation is not established." Fudge desperately suppressed his anger, his voice became strange

"Great. I have to go. Have a nice day, everyone." Dumbledore quickly packed up his things and walked out of the courtroom without even looking at Harry.

"Mr. Principal really comes and goes like the wind." Albert looked at Dumbledore's leaving back and said softly, "However, today's trial is really interesting, isn't every trial so interesting?"

"It's really unexpected." Bud glanced at Albert, stood at the door and greeted some old friends, and looked at the silver cards that Albert brought along.

Everyone was surprised that Albert was getting married.

Of course, they were even more surprised by Albert's range of friends. There is no doubt that those who received the cards were friends whom Albert knew, and nearly one-third of the people in the entire Wizengamot knew him well, and they did not know him. Receive a silver card.