Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Algie looked down on Pierce and interrupted him loudly.

"You, Shaw's lackey, are not worthy of talking to me."

Then he shouted at all the wizards.

"Yes, I used my power to facilitate my business and accepted some bribes to reduce the sentences of others, but isn't this normal operation?

Isn't this what most officials and Wizengamot members in the Ministry of Magic do? Why do you only judge me? I don't accept it.

My Longbottom family has made so many contributions to the magic world for thousands of years, why can't I get a little preferential treatment?

Those ordinary people who are protected by us should support me, this is what they should do!"

Burns was a little unfamiliar with this former partner, and he was speechless for a while.

And the Wizengamot members all stared at Algie. This guy really hurt others and didn't benefit himself. He wanted to drag everyone down with him.

All the ordinary wizards in the venue were in an uproar.

"Oh, damn it!"

"It's hard to believe that such a person would come from the Longbottom family!"

It would be fine if this member of the Longbottom family confessed himself.

But the other party's self-righteous look was even more chilling.

Although everyone knows that the Ministry of Magic is corrupt, officials protect each other, and the phenomenon of favoritism and abuse of power is very serious.

But it is so nakedly exposed in the daylight that it is simply too shocking.

Shaw was also a little surprised by Algie Longbottom's performance. This person is simply biting whoever he catches. There is a crazy gene in his bones.

Shaw suddenly remembered the other party's maternal bloodline, which seems to be Black.

Well, that's normal.

The other party's behavior has disrupted the rhythm of the public trial.

Shaw glanced at Dumbledore, who was as gloomy as water, and looked at him. After nodding to each other,

Shaw stood up and cast a silencing spell on Algie with his wand, then spoke loudly.

"Director Burns, there is no need to interrogate them one by one. Call up all those with similar charges."

After Shaw finished speaking, he made a subtle gesture.

In the crowd, all the hidden members of the Pentagram began to be on guard to prevent some people from jumping off the wall.

After all, some of the people who will be tried in a while are rich and powerful, and they have many loyal subordinates under them.

Pierce immediately handed a stack of names to Burns, who had recovered.

Burns quickly flipped through them and glanced at Dumbledore again, who was silent. Without instructions from the other party, she started to call out names.

"Sports Officer Ludo Bagman, Magic Abuse Officer Falda Hopkirk, Security Officer Eckley..., Bob,... Wizengamot Elder Tiberius Ogden... Umbridge."

As Burns read out the names one by one, the faces of some wizards in the trial seats and the seats of magic officials in the front row were also uglier than each other.

After the more than ten people stood up, they did not make any extra movements immediately, neither stepped forward nor ran away.

They just looked at Dumbledore.

Most of them had been with Dumbledore before, at least on the surface.

They were all waiting for the final statement of the white wizard.

Umbridge did not count.

The short and fat witch had collapsed to the ground in fear, she had clearly given money.

Then she immediately crawled towards Fudge with all her limbs, saying heartbreakingly.

"Minister, Minister, save me, I know a lot about you..."

Fudge lowered his head and showed a fierce expression to Umbridge, and interrupted her abruptly.

"Umbridge, you have to admit your mistakes, and you can turn over a new leaf after atonement, right?"

Umbridge stopped crying immediately, and heard Fudge's subtext of "persuading good", and could only squeeze out an ugly smile.

"I, I know, Minister."

Fudge nodded with satisfaction.

At this moment, those who were named saw that Dumbledore had no intention of speaking.

Among them, the elder Ogden of the Wizengamot immediately waved back.

"Let's go! Use the portkey to go abroad!"

Then a shocking change occurred.

In the audience seats near the center, more than a dozen wizards with wands drawn suddenly stood up.

These people held a variety of portkeys in their other hands and quickly rushed towards the white-haired old man Ogden who spoke.

The members of the Pentagram, who were on guard secretly, were a little scattered compared to the venue of 10,000 people.

There were only two teams of four people near the center, and these eight people quickly cast spells at the wizards who were preparing to "rob the court".

"Petrified!"

"Except for weapons!"

"..."

And the people who "robbed the court" were obviously well prepared, and they had already started to run while holding up shields.

"Armor to protect yourself!" *N

These people knew that time was running out, and the townThere were two legends on the scene, so they only attacked and did not defend, just wanting to get closer to the center of the court where anti-apparition was applied as soon as possible.

In order to prevent possible riots and unnecessary sacrifices, the ordinary stands did not have anti-apparition, which facilitated the escape of ordinary wizards.

And the center was also in a mess at this moment.

Well, Ludo Bagman, the director of the Sports Department, was a cunning one. He surrendered as soon as the battle started, threw away his wand, and lay down with his hands on his head.

Lucius brought Yaxley and other people from the Ministry of Magic, as well as eight patrol members.

They also began to attack excitedly, trying to catch those "prisoners" in advance.

And more than a dozen people headed by Ogden gathered together to organize defense, either actively or passively.

Ogden was very strong. Although he did not touch the threshold of legend, he was comparable to Moody.

Lucius and his people really couldn't take him down for a while.

All kinds of screams rang out in the venue, and red and blue spells flew everywhere.

Shaw did not attack immediately. He looked around to see if there were more enemies who would attack in secret.

After all, today's public trial was not a good start.

If wizards in every country's magic world were required to imitate it in the future, I wonder how many accidents would happen.

Those high-ranking people would not give power to ordinary people for no reason.

The best way was to directly destroy the public trial and make the British Ministry of Magic a joke.

But Shaw sensed for a long time. Apart from various riots, no one intended to insert into the battlefield in the middle, and no one randomly attacked ordinary wizards.

As for ordinary wizards, there were only some timid people and those who left to protect their children. Most of them were indignant.

Those high-ranking criminals who usually bullied them actually wanted to escape. How could they tolerate this?

The brave people were already rushing to the middle, wanting to help "justice".

Shaw sighed inwardly. The scale of the fight could not be expanded. If civilians were injured by mistake, it would really become a big joke.

So he drew out his magic wand and placed it on his left arm.

A purple crescent harp was quickly formed with the magic wand as the framework, and seven strings of different colors flickered out.

Dark clouds also began to gather in the center, and thunder and lightning flashed.