Magic Journey from Hogwarts

But forget it, sit down! "

Harry gritted his teeth in resentment, feeling that Fudge was deliberately targeting him.

Temporarily changing the time and place, he can do such a shameless thing.

Fortunately, Mr. Weasley took him to leave early. If it was more than ten, twenty or ten minutes at night, these judges would never have a good impression of him.

"The defendant is here, we can start." Fudge asked Percy, who was sitting in the front row, "Are you ready?"

"Ready, sir."

"Very good." Fudge said with satisfaction, "Then I declare..."

In the middle of speaking, Fudge's face had a few more black lines, because Aaron in the auditorium was raising his right hand high.

In the auditorium where there were only two people, his action was so conspicuous that he couldn't even pretend he didn't see it.

"Does Mr. Gaius have any questions?"

"I'm very sorry to bother everyone, but in my impression the defendant must always have a defender!"

"But Harry Potter was the only one who came, and his defender was not present." Fudge said with some pride, "This is regarded as having no defender."

"Maybe he doesn't know that the Ministry of Magic has temporarily changed the time." Harry said weakly, "If possible, I suggest waiting for a while until my defender arrives."

"Hehe!" A sneer flashed in Fudge's eyes, "This is the Wizengamot, we each have our own things to do, I'm afraid we don't have that much time.

Also, Harry Potter, if you think stalling will prolong your trial, you're dead wrong. "

"I don't think so." Dumbledore walked in with great strides. He stood behind Harry and looked at the judges with dignity, "I am the defender of the defense, Albus Percival Wool Frick Brian Dumbledore."

The appearance of Dumbledore made the atmosphere in the court room lively, and the fifty judges all began to whisper to each other, with different reactions.

Although the "Daily Prophet" damaged the highly respected White Demon King badly, they all knew Dumbledore's energy and would not despise him because of the so-called public opinion.

"Thank you, Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore smiled gently, "Although I don't know why you are here, the time you have won is very precious to Harry."

Aaron:  …

The old guy must have misunderstood something.

Or he did it on purpose, which might make others think that he came to help Harry Potter.

"You..." Fudge was startled and frightened, and said with an unnatural expression: "So you have received a notice from us to change the time and place of the interrogation?"

"I don't seem to have received it, but... I made a lucky mistake and got to the Ministry three hours early."

"Okay! If you need a chair..."

"Don't bother you." Dumbledore pulled out his wand, shook it slightly, and sat down in a soft armchair beside Harry.

Fudge smiled far-fetchedly, and then tapped the gavel, "August [-]th disciplinary hearing, hearing the case of Harry James Potter, who lives at No. [-] Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey .

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

Interrogation Recorder: Percy Ignatius Weasley.

Witness for the defense: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. "

"The charges against the defendant in this case are as follows. The defendant deliberately and fully aware of the illegality of his actions applied a Patronus Charm, and in the presence of a Muggle." Fudge looked directly at Harry. With sharp eyes, he asked seriously, "Do you deny that you cast the Patronus Charm?"

"No denial, but..."

Fudge didn't give him a chance to speak, and interrupted, "You know you're banned from using magic outside of school until you're 17."

"Yes, that's right, but..."

"Guys of the Wizengamot..." Fudge said, cutting off abruptly, as Aaron raised his right hand again.

"Does Mr. Gaius have any questions?" Fudge asked with suppressed anger. He now seriously suspects that Aaron is standing for his friend, otherwise he would not interrupt him one after another.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt again." Aaron said solemnly, "We all know that the Wizengamot is the highest court in the magic world, but even if you are interrogating a Death Eater, you should give the other party the right to speak!

If the defendant doesn't even have a chance to speak, then the hearing will lose its meaning, and you can just pronounce the sentence directly. "

Fudge's expression froze, his face twitched slightly, but he was speechless.

He's the Minister of Magic, yes, but it's not easy to abuse his power in front of so many senior Ministry officials and other famous wizards.

"Of course the defendant can speak," said Amelia, who sat to Fudge's left.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "I used the Patronus Charm because I met a dementor."

"Dementor?" Amelia frowned slightly, with a bit of astonishment on her expression, "In Little Whinging District?"

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"What a clever excuse!" sneered Fudge, "Muggles can't see dementors, can't they, boy?

You are so clever. "

"I'm not lying, there are two of them," Harry said hastily. "If I don't cast the Patronus Charm in time, the dementors will kill us."

"Enough." Fudge waved his hand. "I think this must be a carefully fabricated story. You can't provide any witnesses to this incident."

"I, I have witnesses." Harry hesitated.

Fudge froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "Dudley Dursley doesn't count."

"not him."

"Dumbledore doesn't count either," said Fudge emphatically. "I'm sure he wasn't in Little Whinging at the time."

"It's not Professor Dumbledore either." Harry said angrily, and then looked at Dumbledore nervously, "Professor, Mrs. Figg..."

Dumbledore gave him a reassuring look, "Minister, we do have a witness, and she's right outside the door."

Fudge's face turned livid instantly, "Weasley, you go."

Percy immediately stood up and ran out quickly.

Half a minute later, he came back, followed by a nervous old lady.

Dumbledore gave her the seat and made a new chair himself.

"Name?" Fudge asked impatiently.

"Arabella Figg." It was the first time Mrs. Figg had seen such a big scene, and her tone was a little trembling, "I am a resident of Little Whinging, and a neighbor of Harry Potter."

"But in our records, apart from Harry Potter, there are no other wizards in Little Whinging District." Amelia said, "And ordinary people cannot see dementors."

"Yes." Fudge regained his spirits immediately, and said excitedly, "I have long said that they are talking nonsense."

"I'm a Squib." Mrs. Fig said angrily, "Squibs won't be registered, but they can see things that ordinary people can't see."

Aaron opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at Dumbledore in a strange way, as if he understood something.

Letting a Squib be a neighbor to Harry Potter is equivalent to putting him under his nose for surveillance. I am afraid that Harry Potter's every move has been closely watched.

More importantly, the Squib neighbor is equivalent to a legal black household, and no one will suspect a wizard without a wand and no magic.

Tsk!How about saying that Dumbledore is the White Devil who has experienced two wizard wars?

This position is so high that ordinary people really can't figure it out.

Chapter 448 Withdraw all charges, moral kidnapping?

"Please describe the attack." Amelia said, "What do they look like?"

"Well, one of them is very strong, and the other is very thin."

"No, no, I mean let you describe what a dementor looks like."

Mrs. Figg reacted, with a look of embarrassment flashing across her face, "It's very big, and it's wearing a cloak.

Then everything goes cold, and it seems like all the joy in the world is gone at once. "

"Listen well." There was a hint of sarcasm in Fudge's tone, "Dementors don't wander around Muggle residential areas, and it's extremely unlikely that they will bump into a magician again.

Well, you can go, your witness is not very convincing. "

"Hehe!" Aaron laughed disdainfully, "According to what you said, Minister, there are not enough witnesses, because dementors will not appear in Muggle residential areas for no reason."

"Mr. Gaius." Fudge blushed, clenched his fists, and was on the verge of rage.

"Is there something wrong with what I said?" Aaron said disapprovingly.

He really didn't pay attention to Fudge, aside from his status as the Minister of Magic, Fudge is also a magister, the kind that can be suppressed in minutes.

"No problem, but don't forget that you are here to listen."

"But I also have a say, don't I?" Aaron asked rhetorically.

Jins nodded in agreement, and said righteously: "The young master is right. The Wizengamot Charter of Rights clearly stipulates that anyone in the courtroom has the right to speak."

"Minister Connelly, I deliberately spared my precious time just to witness the trial of the highest court in the magic world, but I have to say that I am a little disappointed.

The defendant and the defendant's defender inexplicably missed the trial time, the defendant had almost no chance to argue, and the defendant's witnesses were... hard to be convincing.

hehe!I can't even think of how to prove Harry Potter's innocence. Should I arrest the two dementors who attacked him and ask them? "

Hearing this, Harry nodded repeatedly and was so moved that he almost cried.

He was so wronged. Ever since he received the letter from the Ministry of Magic, he had been in fear, especially when he was deliberately targeted by the Minister of Magic. The feeling of unspeakable suffering was really sour.

Fudge clenched his molars, and seemed to have made some difficult decision, "Mr. Gaius, I know you and Harry Potter are good friends, and I can understand speaking for him, but..."

"Minister Fudge, please don't get me wrong, my relationship with Harry Potter is average.

The reason why I speak is only because I don't see the so-called fairness in the highest court in the magic world. "

The voice fell, and there was silence on the field.

The expressions of dozens of wizards changed. Some nodded secretly, such as Amelia, and some showed displeasure, such as Umbridge, but most of them were dazed and ashamed.

"I heard from Susan that there is a special student in Slytherin." Amelia said appreciatively, "However, your statement is a bit sharp, whether the Wizengamot is fair or not will not be determined until the trial is over. "

Aaron scratched his head embarrassingly, "I think everyone here is a wizard with a head and a face, and they shouldn't be as knowledgeable as a 15-year-old child like me!"

Crowd:......

"Does the accused witness have anything to add?" Amelia continued to ask.

"No, no more."

"And what about the defender?"

Dumbledore stood in front of the stage and said unhurriedly: "I don't think any of us would believe that it was a coincidence that the Dementors were there, someone sent them there."

puff!

Umbridge, who was sitting on Fudge's right side, let out a sneer, "I hope I misunderstood you Professor, after all, all dementors without exception are under the control of the Ministry of Magic.

In my humble opinion you seem for a moment to imply that the Ministry of Magic ordered the attack on the child. "

"That would be troublesome, Madam Deputy Minister.

So I'm sure the Ministry of Magic will launch a full investigation into why those two dementors stayed away from Azkaban and launched an unauthorized attack. "

"Yes!" Aaron nodded approvingly, "If the dementors are disobedient, it means that there may be problems in Azkaban at any time."

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

"I just said that casually, Mr. Minister, don't be nervous." Aaron said sarcastically, and then changed the topic, "But we still have to take precautions before they happen. If possible, we should send a group of Aurors over there."

"Mr. Gaius, it's not your turn to dictate matters about the Ministry of Magic."

"Of course, this is just my personal suggestion.

It's up to you to adopt it or not, but...if Azkaban does have an accident because of the dementors, it will be your responsibility too. "

The corner of Fudge's mouth twitched violently, and he felt that his chest was extremely uncomfortable, as if a big rock was blocked.

When Jins wrote him a letter two days ago, he felt something was wrong, but due to the strong influence of the Gaius family, he couldn't refuse it.

It's nothing more than two auditorium seats, so it won't cause much trouble.

But now he really regrets it. If he had known that Aaron's mouth was so bad, he would rather lose the face of the Gaius family than let him enter this courtroom.

Dumbledore walked up to Fudge seriously, "Connelly, I beg you to be sensible, there are signs that the Dark Lord has returned, this is irrefutable."

"He didn't come back at all." Fudge said through gritted teeth.

Dumbledore sighed slightly. Although he had expected it, he couldn't help being disappointed when he heard Fudge say this.

He faced the crowd and said in a calm tone: "In the case of Harry Potter, the law clearly stipulates that when life is threatened, magic can be used in front of Muggles."