Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

"Sir, please."

Percy lowered his head and bowed his waist slightly, making a gesture of invitation.

His appearance made Mike interested and asked softly: "Are you Fudge's assistant now?"

"No, sir." Percy still lowered his head and did not dare to look at Mike, "I still work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

Nodding, seeing that Percy had no intention of talking to him, Mike didn't force himself and sat down with Mario in the direction Percy pointed.

Their two seats were located on the right side of the entire trial room, right next to the two old witches just now. When Mike sat down, the two old men in purple robes with silver W badges hanging on their chests The witch suddenly became interested, grabbed Mike's hand and began to ask:

"You're not Harry Potter, are you?"

"How old are you this year?"

"Oh! You are so handsome, young man. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes, what a pity. I also want to introduce my granddaughter to you."

After 'investigating' Mike's household registration, the two old ladies finally asked the question they really wanted to ask.

"By the way, I heard that Dumbledore is coming today. Is this true?"

Looking at the eyes of the two old women that were still shining even though they were covered by black gauze, Mike's expression instantly became a little weird. He sorted out his words and said slowly:

"He...should be here. After all, it is Harry Potter who is on trial."

"Oh! That's great!" one of the old women clapped, "But why haven't they arrived yet? You know the court time has already passed. If they are a little later, the Wizengamot Court will They were sentenced to absconding in fear of crime."

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy door of the trial room was pushed open, and Harry's thin figure appeared in front of everyone.

Suddenly, there was a burst of whispers in the courtroom, and many people cast unkind looks at Harry.

Being late is extremely disrespectful.

"you are late!"

Fudge's cold voice echoed in the courtroom.

"I'm sorry," Harry said nervously, "I didn't know the time had changed!"

"It's not the Wizengamot's fault!" Fudge said, "We already lined up our owls to notify you this morning. Okay, sit down now!"

Harry originally wanted to continue explaining, but after hearing Fudge's words, he had to shut his mouth silently.

Harry's seat was located in the center of the entire courtroom. It was an old chair with many rusty chains.

Generally speaking, when a criminal sits on it, the chains will automatically wave and tie the criminal tightly.

However, when Harry sat on it, the chains only twisted a few times like snakes and did not tie Harry up.

Mike sneered at this scene.

Fudge is too indecisive. If he has really decided to stand against Dumbledore, he should do everything!

Rather than doing some small actions like today that offend others but make them feel painless.

Harry's lateness today was almost like a joke.

The time written on the invitation letters for these jury members is all eight o'clock in the morning, which means that Fudge has already determined the time.

But he said that the Ministry of Magic had temporarily changed the time and excluded the owl. This was simply a frame-up that was extremely crude.

"Very good, the defendant is finally here, let's get started." Fudge turned to look across the bench and said, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir."

Percy's voice came out from the darkness, and Harry in the middle of the courtroom visibly trembled after hearing the familiar voice.

"The trial on August 12th," Fudge's voice was loud and somewhat excited, while Percy beside him also hurriedly started recording, "The trial was held at No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Harry James Potter’s breach of the Reasonable Restraint of Minors and Wizards Act and the International Statute of Secrecy.”

"Judged by: Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones, Senior Undersecretary Dolores Umbridge. Trial Recorder: Percy Weiss Lai…”

Each time Fudge announced a name, the person called stood and bowed to the jury.

And the guy named Umbridge is undoubtedly the most eye-catching.

Because she was so ugly, as the two old witches beside Mike said jokingly, 'That guy looks like the toad my son raised...'.

Fudge continued: "The defendant's witness: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

When Fudge announced his last name, the door of the courtroom opened with a bang, and then Dumbledore, wearing a black and blue robe, walked in.

Everyone almost stood up and looked at the tall figure slowly walking towards the gate in surprise. The two old witches even screamed and waved to Dumbledore.

"Ah, Dumbledore." Fudge looked panicked. "Yes, so you - uh - you received our letter - knew that the time and place of the interrogation had been changed?"

"Unfortunately, I didn't receive it. But I made a lucky mistake and arrived at the Ministry of Magic three hours early, so it didn't cause any hindrance."

"Yes...yes."

Fudge had obviously not yet reacted to the shock of Dumbledore's sudden appearance, but the members of the Wizengamot were still whispering to each other, and they were all fidgety.

"Okay, let's continue." Fudge swallowed, moved the documents in front of him and said, "Then now is...the charges. Yes, the defendant is charged with the following crimes: The defendant has previously received charges for similar charges. A written warning from the Ministry of Magic. This time, with full knowledge that his actions were illegal, he deliberately committed suicide in front of a Muggle in a Muggle residential area at 16:32 pm on August 10th. , released a Patronus Charm. This act violated Section 3 of the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act" promulgated in 1875, and Article 13 of the International Confederation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy."

"Are you the Harry Potter who lives at No. 4 Privet Drive?"

Fudge asked, glaring at Harry.

"Yes."

"You were warned by the Ministry of Magic three years ago for illegal use of magic, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"And you used magic to create a patron saint on August 2nd?"

"yes……"

"You knew full well that you were not yet seventeen, and you were fully aware that there was a Muggle nearby at the time, didn't you?"

"Yes!" Harry couldn't bear it anymore, "I use magic just because we..."

"You transformed into a completely physical Patronus?"

This time it was a witch wearing a monocle who interrupted Harry.

"Yes, because..."

"Oh my God, he is only fifteen years old, right?" The witch interrupted Harry again and began to discuss with the people around him.

"Yes, what a genius. Can you tell me how you did it?"

"Professor Lupine and Mike taught me it in the third grade. I don't think it's a big deal. Mike did it much better than me. He was able to release the physical Patronus by then."

"Mike? You mean Mike Townley?"

"That's right."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the trial room completely exploded.

Almost everyone on the field cast their eyes on Mike, and their eyes became much kinder.

You must know that releasing the physical patron saint has been the standard for judging whether a person can join the Wizengamot since ancient times. At the beginning, the reason why these Wizengamot members didn't like to see Mike was entirely because Mike himself was not a member of the Wizengamot, and they believed that Mike was not worthy of sitting with them.

But things are different now. A little wizard in the third grade can release the physical patron saint.

Joining the Wizengamon in the future is almost a certainty.

The two old witches next to him grabbed Mike's hands tightly, with strange brilliance in their eyes.

"Is what he said true?" one of the witches asked excitedly, "What is your patron saint?"

"It's Raven, ma'am."

"Oh! It turns out to be that cute little creature!" Another witch suddenly said, "Mike, you don't mind if I call you that, right? (Mike nodded) My granddaughter likes ravens the most. I want to invite them when the trial is over. Can you come to my house?"

"emmm, this..."

The expression on Mike's face was slightly embarrassed. Fortunately, Uncle Mario stood up at this time.

"Uh-huh, Patil, Mike has promised me to visit my house later."

"Is that so?" Patil looked at Mike with doubtful eyes, and Mike nodded quickly, "This is such a pity. But, Mike, I still hope you can think about it carefully. I know my granddaughter is much prettier than Mr. Foley’s daughter.”

"Patil!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore. Mr. Foley, your temper is still so bad. It's really disappointing."

…

Mario and the witch were interacting wildly, while Mike could only smile awkwardly from the side.

At this time, Harry and Dumbledore in the audience also discovered Mike.

Dumbledore didn't seem surprised at all, but Harry was different. He opened his mouth and stared at Mike on the stage in disbelief.

Aware of Harry's gaze, Mike also smiled at Harry and winked, indicating that he didn't need to worry.

"Silence!" Seeing that the discipline in the court was about to get out of control, Fudge roared angrily, "This is not a matter of how amazing the magic is. In fact, I think the more amazing it is, the worse it is, because he did it in front of a Muggle. made!"

Hearing this, the Wizengamot members who had been watching Mike also nodded.

Being able to release the physical Patronus at a young age only means that Harry is not a dark wizard, but also has powerful magical talent.

But this does not mean that Harry is a good and law-abiding citizen.

You must know that violating the "Confidentiality Act" is a felony, even a three-year-old child knows this.

And now Harry actually dares to knowingly commit the crime, which shows that Harry essentially doesn't take the law seriously at all.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the jury members turned cold again.

A talented criminal can cause far more damage than an average criminal!

Harry in the middle of the courtroom became angry after noticing the changes in the eyes of the jury members. He suddenly stood up from his chair. This move shocked everyone in the courtroom, especially those on the edge of the chair. The chains quickly wrapped around Harry almost as soon as he stood up.

"Peng!"

There was a loud noise, and Dumbledore took action. As soon as the chains approached Harry, they were bounced away by a huge force.

"How dare you! Dumbledore, you dare to use magic spells to resist in court!"

A roar came from Fudge's mouth, and many members of the Wizengamot in the jury box also stood up, holding wands in their hands, as if they were always ready to cast a spell on the long center.

Harry was frightened by this turn of events. He stood there stupidly holding the chains that were about to move and everyone in the jury box, neither sitting nor standing.

At this moment, Dumbledore put his big hands on his shoulders, pushed him back to the chair, and then said loudly to Fudge, "Harry is just too nervous. There is nothing wrong with him. As for me , I did violate the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, so Fudge, are you going to arrest me and put me in Azkaban?"

"this……"

Fudge was silent.

Seriously, Fudge would really like to throw Dumbledore into Azkaban if he could. But, does he dare?

No, he doesn't dare!

Dumbledore is the most powerful white wizard in the world today, and he has also been the principal of Hogwarts for decades. The students he has taught can be found in every corner of the Ministry of Magic in the United States, and some of them have extraordinary powers. generation.

If these people knew that he had Dumbledore imprisoned in Azkaban for such a trivial matter.

Then myself...

Shaking his head, Fudge couldn't imagine the tragic scene he would face after doing this.

Seeing Fudge's face on the stage becoming increasingly gloomy but reluctant to speak, Dumbledore chuckled and said:

"Hehehe, okay Fudge, don't dwell on these irrelevant questions anymore. Let me answer your original question. Harry, my student, the reason why he cast the Patronus Charm in front of a Muggle, The two of them were attacked by dementors at that time!"

As soon as these words came out, the courtroom that was still echoing with whispers immediately became silent.

After a while, the witch wearing a monocle frowned and asked:

"Dementors? This is impossible. Dumbledore, you should know very well that all dementors are serving in Azkaban, and they will not leave Azkaban without an order from the Ministry of Magic. So, you Does this mean that someone in the Ministry of Magic ordered the Dementors to attack Harry Potter?!"