The person who pushed the door open was not today's defendant, Harry Potter, but a member of the Wizengamot who had just arrived.
Time passed quickly in the courtroom as everyone chatted, and the originally scheduled court opening time had already passed.
There is no doubt that Porter is late!
Potter's lateness undoubtedly left a bad impression on all members of the Wizengamot, which was probably the result that Fudge wanted to see most.
It's really annoying!
Albert wanted more and more to see Fudge sitting there to be judged. Fortunately, there were people who were more diligent than him in this matter, and he hoped that Fudge would be in trouble.
"This doesn't happen often." Bud looked in Fudge's direction and whispered to Albert.
"It's not surprising. Someone probably wants us to be left here for a few hours." Albert could see that Fudge was in a good mood.
If Potter was actually a few hours late, his plan would have truly succeeded.
"What will happen if I miss this trial?" Albert asked.
"I think Potter probably doesn't have any other chances." Sera frowned and said. He obviously guessed the reason, especially after finding out that the person who came here to be tried today was Harry Potter, he realized that this scene was definitely deliberately created by someone.
In fact, any common-sense person could guess that although some people were dissatisfied with Fudge's actions, they could do nothing about it for the time being.
Who made Porter late
"I am looking forward to the trial today."
Albert looked at the smug Fudge with a malicious smile on his face.
He believed that Fred and George would let Harry Potter know that the Dementors that attacked him most likely came from the Ministry of Magic.
Knowing full well that he was framed by the Ministry of Magic, he still had to come to the Ministry of Magic to stand trial. I believe Harry Potter would never be able to swallow this.
It's interesting to think about a savior who has ill intentions towards the Ministry of Magic.
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 whispers around suddenly stopped.
Because today's protagonist is here.
Albert motioned Bud and Sera to look at a certain minister. Fudge's face was very gloomy, like a child who had just heard that the Christmas party was cancelled. He obviously didn't expect Harry Potter to appear here.
"You are late." Fudge's cold voice echoed in the courtroom, giving people a strong sense of oppression. However, Harry Potter, who had just entered the courtroom, was indifferent.
"I have been notified that I will be tried at ten o'clock this morning in the office of Ms. Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magical Law Enforcement."
Under the dual effects of the tranquilizer and Fudge, Harry showed unprecedented calmness. He had learned the "truth" from the twins and knew that he would be fine, so he was very confident now. Instead, he examined and sized up Fudge with a strange look.
He sat on the only chair in front of him and said in a slow and gentle tone: "I just found out a few minutes ago that the time has been moved up by two hours. Fortunately, I came to the Ministry of Magic early, otherwise I would have missed the trial and let everyone waste time here."
Although he said he was on trial, from the tone he spoke, it sounded as if the person being tried was not him.
"That's not the Wizengamot's fault." Fudge's face became even gloomier, and he interrupted impatiently: "The Ministry of Magic sent an owl to inform you this morning."
However, Fudge failed to interrupt Harry, who seemed not to care and continued talking to himself.
"I think the Ministry's owl must have sent the letter to the wrong place, since I changed my address after the Dementor attack."
Harry ignored Fudge's annoyed look and looked around. He was surprised to see someone familiar in the corner.
"He is calmer than I expected." Bud looked at Harry Potter below in surprise, turned his head and said to Albert, "If you were not next to me, I would have thought that the person below was you."
"After all, he is the savior. He has seen all kinds of big scenes."
Albert said in a voice that everyone around could hear: "I think the Triwizard Tournament a while ago has given Potter a strong heart. After all, compared with those more dangerous scenes, this one is really nothing, not to mention that he has help this time."
This is the result of drinking tranquilizers, elixir, knowing the truth and knowing the ending. He is a savior Harry Potter with explosive fighting power.
Harry Potter nowadays is not easy to deal with.
"Great, the defendant is finally here, let's get started!"
Fudge's face became uglier, 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 whole.
"Are you ready?" Fudge shouted to Percy, the trial reporter.
"Yes, sir."
Percy responded, saying that he had no problem. He had recovered from his surprise at seeing Albert, and his eyes were focused on the parchment in front of him, with a quill in his hand ready to write.
"The trial on August 12," Fudge said loudly, "is against Harry James Potter of 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for violations of the Statute for Reasonable Restraint of Minors and the International Statute of Secrecy."
"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Under-Minister."
"Trial reporter: Percy..."
Harry glanced at Percy. He had heard from Ron the reason why Percy left the Weasleys. It seemed that betraying his family made him appreciated by Fudge.
However, the one who was more surprised than Harry was actually Albert. He never expected that Umbridge would become a senior deputy minister.
It's really interesting that a deputy minister goes to teach at Hogwarts!
Next, Dumbledore did not disappoint everyone and appeared at the critical moment.
Perhaps because he had been through a lot, Dumbledore looked very calm, and did not show the slightest bit of anger at Fudge's calculations, as if it was just a trivial matter.
Compared to the calm defendant and the defense witness.
Fudge, who was originally dignified, was actually panicked by the appearance of Dumbledore.
The members of the Wizengamot present were watching this scene with great interest. A few of them looked annoyed, some seemed a little scared, and most were whispering to each other, apparently discussing the previous report in the Daily Prophet about Dumbledore's old age and confusion.
In particular, Dumbledore gently declined the good intentions of the inarticulate Fudge, changed a chair for himself, and sat down. His gentle and elegant appearance did not look like an old man at all.
"This is such a funny scene!" Sera muttered.
Both Harry Potter and Dumbledore were looking at Fudge with great interest at this moment, as if Fudge, who was sitting in the judgement seat, was the monkey jumping up and down.
"I think many people won't be able to sleep at night after today!" Bud said to Albert in French.
"When are you leaving England?" asked Albert.
"Maybe after a while!" Bud said without hesitation.
"What?" Hetok was confused.
"England is not safe anymore!" Bud said softly, "I think you should just not stay in England. Come travel around the world with us after you get married."
"It's safe where I live." Albert declined. "As for traveling around the world, I'll consider it."
He looked around and had to admit that Bud was right.
Dumbledore's attitude made all the Wizengamot members present feel uneasy, because if Dumbledore was not senile or crazy, then did it mean that the news he announced a while ago was very likely to be true
That person is really back!
This is undoubtedly a cruel reality that many people are unwilling to face.
Cornelius Fudge took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and tremblingly pulled out a piece of parchment from a pile of documents. He took another deep breath and read aloud: "The defendant is charged with the following crimes: The defendant had previously received a written warning from the Ministry of Magic for similar charges. This time, knowingly and intentionally used an Expulsion Patronus Charm in front of a Muggle at 9:23 pm on August 2 in a Muggle-inhabited area, knowingly knowingly, in violation of the third paragraph of the "Law for the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards" promulgated in 1875 and Article 13 of the "International Confederation of Magicians' Statute of Secrecy."
After Fudge finished reading, he put down the parchment, glared at Harry and asked, "Have you ever used the Patronus Charm in front of Muggles?"
"Minor wizards can use magic to save themselves when they are in danger." Harry did not respond to Fudge's words, but said calmly, "So, your accusation is not established."
Not only Fudge was stunned, but all the other members of the Wizengamot were stunned as well.
Everyone looked up and down at Harry Potter who was sitting there calmly. He was not affected by the atmosphere in the courtroom at all and did not 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.
"There are some things I must correct."
"Quiet," Fudge growled.
"There's something wrong with your accusation," Harry said suddenly.
"What?"
"Three years ago, the Ministry of Magic sent me a written warning because it misjudged that I had violated the "Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act." Harry said calmly: "I must have made it clear..."
"That's enough, that's enough!" Fudge interrupted very arrogantly. "I don't have time..."
"You should let me finish. I think everyone wants to know the truth." Harry said calmly, "Besides, I can provide evidence."
There was a sudden silence in the courtroom, and everyone was staring at Harry Potter. They suddenly had a feeling that the person in front of them was not here to be tried, but to be brought to justice.
"Evidence?" Amelia Bones asked.
"Yes, I have evidence." Harry continued, "Three years ago, the hovering spell was not used by me, but by a house-elf, so this matter is purely a technical issue of the Ministry of Magic."
"Look!" Fudge shouted angrily, gesturing dramatically in Harry's direction. "A house-elf! In a Muggle house! How is this possible?"
"The house-elf is currently at Hogwarts." After saying that, Harry turned his head and looked at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore was also very surprised by Harry's performance. He nodded in agreement and said, "It is true. If you wish, I can summon the house-elf here right away to testify."
"I... I don't have time to listen to the nonsense of the house elf." Fudge shouted in a panic, "Not only this, but he also boasted about his aunt."
"Yes, that's true," Harry admitted calmly.
"See, he admitted it himself."
Fudge punched the judge's bench and knocked over a bottle of ink. This slightly funny look made many Wizengamot members' expressions become subtle.
"But I remember what you said at the time," Harry paused deliberately and repeated, "We won't punish you for such a small matter. It was an accidental incident. We won't send people to Azkaban just because they flatter their aunt."
Harry looked at Dumbledore again and added, "To be honest, I ran away from home because I was deeply moved by what you said."
"Yes, I remember that incident as well. You were very kind not to press charges at the time, and I think you agree that even the best wizards cannot always control their emotions," Dumbledore said calmly.
Because at this moment Fudge was busy wiping the ink off his notes.
The courtroom fell into an eerie silence again, because if the previous two incidents were just covered up, today's trial would be meaningless and would be just a warning at best.
What a ridiculous trial.
Such thoughts came to the minds of many Wizengamot members, and they also had a different view of Harry Potter's qualities.
"Okay, let's get back to today's topic!" Harry suddenly laughed, but the smile on his face gave people a creepy feeling.
"I've been attacked, attacked by Dementors," he told them.
"I'm sure this is a well-rehearsed lie!" Fudge roared excitedly.
"I have proof," Harry said firmly. "I have proof that what I said is true."
"Did you encounter 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. A stag every time. If you're in doubt, I can make one for you on the spot." Harry was confident that he could summon a corporeal Patronus in public.
"Every time?" asked Ms. Bones. "Have you ever conjured a Patronus before?"
"Yes, in my third year, Dementors attacked me in a carriage and on the Quidditch field, so I had to ask someone to teach me the Patronus Charm to protect myself," Harry said honestly.
"It's really remarkable," Ms. Bones 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 me. I asked him how to deal with Dementors, although it was Professor Lupin who took the time to teach me in the end."
The expressions on the faces of the Wizengamot members were slightly strange, and they almost instinctively looked in a certain direction of the courtroom. Mr. Anderson, whom Harry Potter had mentioned, was sitting there, and he also had a calm face, as if the person just mentioned was not him.
"If there are no further questions, I will produce the evidence."
"What do you mean?" Ms. Bones 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 speechless by Harry's words.
Yes, the defendant can give evidence, which is his right, and the interrogator cannot ignore this.
From the very beginning, Harry Potter had the initiative, because he had evidence, he had evidence from beginning to end. As the highest court in the United Kingdom, they had to remain as impartial as possible, even though many people here knew that this joke-like trial was a farce created by the Minister of Magic. However, the authority of the Wizengamot must be automatically upheld by all Wizengamot members, or at least the surface of impartiality must be maintained, because that is the source of their power. Otherwise, the laws of the entire British Ministry of Magic would collapse, and no one would take the Wizengamot seriously anymore. As members of the Wizengamot, they would become a complete joke.
"Great, where is this person?" Fudge seemed deflated. He knew that he could not do anything to Harry Potter today.
Harry turned and looked at Dumbledore.
"I have brought her here," said Dumbledore. "She is just outside the door."
Mrs. Figg was soon brought in by Percy, and she looked equally calm.
Yes, it was very quiet, terrifyingly quiet, just like Harry Potter, completely unaffected by the atmosphere here.
Fudge suddenly had a bad feeling. He glared at the old woman below him and asked loudly: "Full name?"
"Arabella Figg," said Mrs. Figg expressionlessly. "I am a resident of Little Whinging, and I live next door to Harry Potter's house."
"We have no records of any wizards living in Little Whinging except Harry Potter," said Madam Bones, frowning. "The area is kept under close surveillance."
"Squibs are not on your register," said Mrs. Figg quietly.
"Squibs?" Fudge looked Mrs. Figg over him. "We'll check. By the way, can Squibs see Dementors?"
"We can see it!" Mrs. Figg glared at Fudge in dissatisfaction.
"Very well," said Fudge dryly, "Mr. Potter said you saw him being attacked by Dementors."
"On the evening of August 2, around 9:15, I went out to buy cat food and encountered it by chance." Mrs. Figg read out what she had memorized: "I happened to see two Dementors sliding and attacking Mr. Potter and his cousin Dudley. To be honest, I was scared at the time, because the surroundings became very cold after the Dementors appeared. I felt as if all happiness had disappeared from the world, and I remembered some terrible things... Oh, by the way, I received a letter from a stranger this morning. There were several photos of that time in it. I think this must be more convincing than my statement."
As she spoke, Mrs. Figg actually took out a few photos from her pocket in full view of everyone. "These photos show the scene when Potter was attacked by the Dementors."
The courtroom suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
"Photos? Are you sure you're not kidding?" Fudge thought this was ridiculous.
"I also received an owl letter last night with a similar photo in it," Dumbledore said gently.
"Weasley, bring the photo up." Fudge felt as sick as if he had eaten a fly.
Several photographs were placed before the interrogator.
Amelia Bones also felt that this was very unusual, because the photos did show Harry Potter and his cousin Dudley being attacked, and one of the photos even captured Mrs. Figg, although only from behind.
"Even the photos were prepared. I'm sure those photos were carefully forged by someone."
"I can't tell that these pictures are fake," Amelia Bones said calmly.
"But a Dementor runs into a Muggle residential area and happens to encounter a wizard?" said Fudge contemptuously.
"That might not be the case if these two Dementors have recently received instructions from someone outside the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore said calmly. "Of course, it is also possible that these two particular Dementors are not under the control of the Ministry of Magic..."
"There is no Dementor that is not under the control of the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge roared, his face turning brown.
"No, Dumbledore, I think what the Minister said makes sense. In fact, someone told me that this was an elaborate conspiracy, and the person who let the Dementors attack me was someone present." Harry glanced at Dumbledore, and the smile on his face became even more creepy, and even Dumbledore frowned.
"This is slander, blatant slander," Fudge roared.
"He thinks someone wants me to be expelled and lose my identity as a wizard." Harry put his fingers on his throat and easily released the booming spell, suppressing Fudge's roar. "It turns out that he was right. Whether it was an attack by Dementors or a trivial matter of a minor using magic, a formal criminal court has to be used to try it. In the end, the trial time was adjusted, and I, the client, didn't even know about it. Of course, I have no evidence to accuse who did it, but I know that the person who sent the Dementors to attack me will be locked up in Azkaban for life in a few years, so I am not angry, and I never doubt the truth of this prophecy. After all, it cost thousands of Galleons to make a prophecy."
"You found a master of prophecy?" Amelia Bones's expression was equally unhappy. Harry Potter's words were a naked threat, but... he obviously didn't seem to be lying.
"Yes, someone paid for a fortune teller for me," Harry said calmly.
"As far as I know..."
"I don't know. He didn't tell me who the prophet was, nor who sent the Dementors to attack me. He only said that man would be sent to Azkaban in a few years. It is said that his predictions are as fierce as his fees, and he has never made a mistake."
Bud, Sera and Mog all turned their heads to look at Albert. They suddenly understood why Harry Potter's fighting ability was so strong.
No, it shouldn’t be about being strong, but rather being stubborn.
"Even if the Wizengamot finds him guilty, the Ministry of Magic still has no right to expel Harry Potter," Albert reminded.
Of course, he was indeed the one who provided the script, although the last scene was not one of them. But it was not surprising that Harry, who was filled with hatred, vented his anger after he was sure that he would not be fired.
If he is not stubborn, can he still be a savior
Yes.
Even Dumbledore didn't expect that Harry Potter would confront Fudge head-on in the end.
So what if I offended Fudge? So what if I trampled on the Minister of Magic's face
Harry also knew that someone would step down next year.
Moreover, Fudge's methods were cruel and he didn't leave him any room at all. If he hadn't received guidance, he might have fallen into the trap and been completely ruined.
What Harry said made sense, and all the blame was directed at Fudge.
Fudge's face turned purple, and the toad-like witch on his right stared at Harry Potter.
"I suppose the Ministry should thoroughly investigate why those two Dementors attacked me without permission?"
"It's not your turn to decide what the Ministry of Magic does or doesn't do!" said Fudge rudely.
Seeing Fudge acting like his Uncle Vernon, Harry felt even happier. He said maliciously, "I think the Ministry of Magic should give me an explanation. You know, I was almost killed by the Dementors. I think not only me, but everyone should be very concerned. No one wants to be the next target of the attack."
Amelia Bones felt that someone was controlling all this invisibly, and her eyes involuntarily looked in a certain direction.
"I would like to remind you that the behavior of the two Dementors, even if they are not the product of fantasy, is not the topic of this interrogation!" The toad-like witch beside Fudge coughed lightly and reminded: "We are here to interrogate Harry Potter for violating the "Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act"!"
"Very good, perhaps we should end Mr. Potter's trial first, and let the Ministry of Magic handle the Dementors." Ms. Bones said in a loud voice.
"Now, please raise your hands if you agree that the charges are not established."
Hands were raised one after another, and the number had exceeded half.
In fact, anyone who is not a fool would know after Potter's bombardment of evidence that even if Potter is found guilty now, the Ministry of Magic can't do anything to him.
Moreover, they also knew that if Harry Potter was found guilty,
The authority of the Wizengamot will be challenged.
Who gave Harry Potter enough evidence to prove his innocence
"Please raise your hands if you agree that the crime was committed," Ms. Bones continued.
Very few people raised their hands, only about five or six people besides Fudge. It was obvious that Fudge had never expected the Wizengamot to sentence Potter from the beginning. If Potter had left them alone for more than half an hour, the result would have been different. But there was no doubt that his plan had failed and he had made himself look very embarrassed.
"Very good, the charges are not established." Fudge tried hard to suppress his anger, and 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.
"The headmaster really comes and goes like the wind." Albert looked at Dumbledore's departing back and said softly, "However, today's trial is really interesting. Is it this interesting every time you are tried?"
"It's really unexpected." Bud glanced at Albert, stood at the door and greeted some old friends, and by the way, looked at the silver cards that Albert brought with him.
Everyone was surprised that Albert was getting married.
Of course, they were even more surprised at the scope of Albert's circle of friends. There was no doubt that those who received the cards were friends that Albert knew, and nearly one-third of the people in the entire Wizengamot were familiar with him and had received silver cards.