Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

"Ah!" Fudge said, looking completely absent. "Dumbledore, yes, so, you, um, um, you received our letter, knowing when and where the trial has changed?"

"It seems that I haven't received it," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "However, I made a fortunate mistake and came to the Ministry of Magic three hours earlier, so it didn't interfere."

"Yes, okay, I think we need to take another chair, I... Weasley, can you?"

“Do not bother, don’t bother,” said Dumbledore in a gentle manner.

He pulled out his wand and shook it a little. A soft, polished printed cotton armchair appeared out of Harry out of thin air.

Dumbledore sat down and pointed his long fingers together.

His gaze looked at Fudge from there, with a polite and interesting expression on his face.

The members of Wissen Gamo are still whispering, one by one.

Fudge was even more afraid of the extreme. Ivan’s previous questioning had already made him lose his momentum. Now that he saw Dumbledore appear, he became panicked and there was no such thing as the Minister of Magic.

"Yes." Fudge said, moving the documents in front of him. "So well, now, um, accusation, yes."

He took a piece of parchment from a pile of documents and took a deep breath and read aloud. "The accused has the following crimes: the defendant had previously been warned by the Ministry of Magic for similar charges, and this time he is fully aware of his actions. It is illegal to deliberately and knowingly commit a crime of defending the gods in the two Muggle residential areas at 9:23 pm on August 2, in front of a Muggle. Violation of the third paragraph of the Law on Reasonable Constraints on Juvenile Wizards issued in 1875 and Article 13 of the International Lawyers Association Secrecy Act. So, you are living in the Little Huijin District of Surrey. Harry James Porter on the 4th Women's Road?"

Fudge asked Harry while squinting from the parchment and trying to calm himself down.

"Yes," Harry replied.

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

"Yes, but..."

"And you changed the magical **** with a magic on the evening of August 2," Fudge said.

"Yes!" said Harry, "but..."

"Do you know that you are less than seventeen years old and are not allowed to use magic outside the school?"

"Yes, but..."

"Do you know that you were in a dense place like Muggles?"

"Yes, but..."

"Do you know that there is a Muggle near you?"

"Yes," said Harry angrily. Fudge had never let him finish. "But I use magic, just because we..."

Ms. Burns interrupted him with a loud and deep voice. "Are you a full-fledged patron?"

"Yes," said Harry, "because..."

"A patron saint of the flesh?"

"Yes." Harry felt a little annoyed and a little desperate. "Aiwen taught me that it is a stag, every time it is a stag."

"Every time? Have you ever become a patron saint?" Ms. Boons asked in a loud voice, and then she turned her eyes to Ai Wen. "Mr. Mason next to you can also become a patron saint?"

"Yes, I have been doing this for more than a year," said Harry. "Ivan has mastered it before me, he..."

“You are fifteen years old now?” Ms. Bowens paused. “Mr. Mason is one year younger than you?”

"Yes, we are……"

"You learned at school?"

"Yes, I learned it in the third grade, and I practiced for a long time," said Harry.

Every time he said the last sentence, the whispering arguments above were louder.

The members of Wissen Gamo were amazed at how they could summon a complete patron saint. This magic is high.

“It’s amazing,” Ms. Boons looked at them from above. “It’s really amazing that you can become a true patron saint at this age!”

"In fact, there are already many students in Hogwarts who can summon their own patron saints. This is not something that is worth making a fuss about." Ai Wen said, "Speaking, thanks to Mr. Minister, the dementors are arranged. To protect the school, we can find such a good practice object and have the opportunity to master this spell."

"I remembered it. I did mention this before you caught the little dwarf Peter. Many people saw two complete patron saints running away hundreds of dementors..." Ms. Burns nodded.

The two patrons were a stag and an elk, and the stag was summoned by Harry, but he did not know who summoned the elk.

This person did not appear later, and Harry once suspected that it might be his mother.

"My niece also told me about this. She came back from the school and told me that she could summon the patron saint." A witch in the back said, "To tell the truth, I was really shocked."

The above wizards began to whisper again, and it seems that many of their children have learned to guard the curse.

"Great, really great, Hogwarts education is better than I thought." Ms. Boons said, "Dumbledore, I must sincerely admire you, so that so many little wizards learn to patronize Curse is not an easy thing?"

"Thank you for your compliment, Amelia!" said Dumbledore softly. "But these are the students who learn spontaneously. As Ai Wen said, if you need to thank, I think Mr. Minister has contributed a lot to this. ""

Fudge’s face has risen to purple, which is a great shame and irony for him.

The little wizards learned to guard the curse because he sent the dementors to Hogwarts as guards.

If people are aware of this, what would people say?

Because of his incompetence, the little wizards had to protect themselves spontaneously...

Later, it turned out that his decision to send the Dementors to Hogwarts was stupid.

“I think Hogwarts’ education is beyond expectations and there are no problems we have worried about before.” Ms. Boons said, “In this case, send to Hogwarts...”

"Enough, this is not a great question of magic, nor is it a question about Hogwarts' teaching reform." Fudge said in an angry voice, "Now is a trial. In fact, I think the more amazing, the worse. Because the child is doing this in the face of a Muggle!"

There were a lot of wizards who muttered to agree, and Percy also pretended to be nodded.

Harry was irritated in an instant, and he shouted, "I did it because of the dementors!"

No one had time to interrupt him again. He thought that people would whisper again. I didn't expect it to be silent. It seemed to be quieter than before.