Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 989: Porter’s brilliance

The person who pushed in the door was not Harry Potter, the person on trial today, but a member of Wizengamot who had just arrived.

The time in the courtroom passed quickly in the chatter of the crowd, and the originally scheduled court time had passed.

There is no doubt that Potter is late!

Potter's late arrival undoubtedly left a bad impression on all members of the Wizengamot, which was probably what Fudge wanted most.

How annoying!

Albert wanted more and more to see Fudge sit on it and be tried. Fortunately, someone was more diligent than him in this matter, and he hoped that Fudge would be unlucky.

"This kind of thing is not common." Bud looked in Fudge's direction and said softly to Albert.

"Unsurprisingly, someone would have wanted us to hang out here for a few hours." Albert could see that Fudge was in a good mood.

If Potter is really a few hours late, his plan has really worked.

"What happens if I miss this trial?" Albert asked.

"I don't think Potter has another chance," Sera said, frowning. He obviously guessed the reason, especially after finding out that the person being tried here today was Harry Potter, he knew that this scene was definitely made by someone on purpose.

Anyone who understands can actually guess that although some people are dissatisfied with Fudge's actions, there is nothing they can do for the time being.

Who made Potter late.

"I'm looking forward to today's trial."

Albert looked at the smug Fudge with a malicious smile on his face.

He believes that Fred and George will let Harry Potter know that the Dementors that attacked him most likely came from the Ministry of Magic.

I believe that Harry Potter will never be able to swallow the fact that he has to come to the Ministry of Magic for trial when he knows he is framed by the Ministry of Magic.

A savior with malice to the Ministry of Magic, it's funny to think about.

I really look forward to the next development.

Sure enough, the protagonist never disappoints.

It didn't take long for the door of the courtroom to be pushed open again, and the surrounding murmurs stopped abruptly.

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 just heard that the Christmas party was canceled, he obviously did not expect Harry Potter to appear here .

"You're late." Fudge's indifferent voice echoed in the courtroom, giving people a strong sense of oppression, but Harry Potter, who had just entered the courtroom, was indifferent.

"I have been notified: this morning at ten o'clock in the office of Ms. Amelia Burns, Director of the Law Enforcement Division at the Ministry of Magic."

Under the dual effects of sedatives and phlegm, Harry showed unprecedented calmness. He had learned the "truth" from the twins, and he knew that he would be fine, so now it can be said that He was full of confidence, but instead looked at Fudge with a strange look.

Sitting in the only chair in front of him, he said in a slow, gentle tone: "I just found out a few minutes ago that the time was two hours earlier, but I was lucky to be at the Ministry earlier, or I would have missed this opportunity. Let everyone waste time here.”

Although he said he was being tried, it was as if he was not the one who came to be tried.

"It wasn't Wizengamore's fault," Fudge interrupted impatiently, looking even more gloomy. "The Ministry sent an owl to inform you this morning."

However, Fudge failed to interrupt Harry, who seemed to pay no heed and spoke to himself.

"I think the owls at the Ministry of Magic must have sent the letter to the wrong place, since I was attacked by the Dementors and have changed places."

Harry didn't pay attention to Fudge's annoyed look, but looked around to himself, surprised to see an acquaintance in the corner.

"He's calmer than I expected." Bud looked at Harry Potter below in surprise, turned his head to Albert and said, "If it wasn't for you by my side, I would have thought the person below It's you."

"After all, I am the savior, I have never seen any big scenes."

Albert said in a voice that could be heard around him: "I think the Triwizard Tournament a while back gave Potter a strong heart. After all, compared to the more sinister scenes, this One time is nothing, let alone this time he has a helper."

This is the result of drinking tranquilizers, phlegm and knowing the truth and knowing the ending, a savior Harry Potter who is full of fighting power.

The current Harry Potter is not easy to mess with.

"Very well, the defendant is finally here, let's get started!"

Fudge's face grew uglier, as if he had just been punched in the face. The witch next to him was staring at Harry Potter, as if she wanted to swallow him.

"Are you ready?" Fudge asked aloud to Trial Recorder Percy.

"Yes, sir."

Percy responded, saying he was fine. He had recovered from the surprise of seeing Albert, his eyes were focused on the parchment in front of him, and a quill was in his hand ready to write.

“Trial 12 August,” Fudge exclaimed: “Harry James Potter, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for breach of the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act ” and the International Secrecy Act.”

"Interrogators: Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge; Director of Magical Law Enforcement Division Amelia Susan Burns; Senior Deputy Minister Dolores Jane Wu Mrich."

"Trial Recorder: Percy..."

Harry glanced at Percy, he heard Ron talk about the reason why Percy left the Weasleys, it seems that betraying his family made him appreciated by Fudge.

However, it was Albert who was even more surprised than Harry, who had never imagined that Umbridge had now become a senior deputy minister.

It's funny how a deputy minister went to teach at Hogwarts!

Next, Dumbledore also did not disappoint everyone, and he appeared at a critical moment.

Perhaps because of what he'd been through, Dumbledore seemed calm, not the slightest irritated by Fudge's calculations, as if it were just a trivial matter.

Compared to calm interrogators and defense witnesses.

Fudge, who was still majestic, was panicked by the appearance of Dumbledore.

The members of the Wizengamore present watched this scene with interest. Some of them seemed annoyed, some seemed a little scared, and most of them were whispering, as if discussing the previous "Daily Prophet" , about Dumbledore's old and confused reports.

Especially Dumbledore gently declined the inarticulate Fudge's kindness, changed himself into a chair, and after sitting down, his suave appearance didn't look like an old muddle.

"What a hilarious scene!" Serra muttered.

Both Harry Potter and Dumbledore looked at Fudge with interest at the moment, as if Fudge sitting on the bench was the monkey jumping up and down.

"I think after today, a lot of people won't be able to sleep at night!" Bud said to Albert in French.

"When did you leave the UK?" Albert asked.

"In a while!" Bud said without hesitation.

"What?" Hetok was puzzled.

"Britain is not safe!" Bud said softly, "I think you shouldn't stay in the UK at all. After you get married, let's go around the world with us."

"I live in a safe place." Albert declined: "As for traveling around the world, I'll consider it."

He looks around and has to admit that Bud is right.

This attitude of Dumbledore made all the members of the Wizengamore present feel uneasy, because if Dumbledore is not old and confused, not crazy, does that mean that the news he announced a while ago is very likely to be real.

The man is really back!

This is undoubtedly a harsh reality that many people are reluctant to face.

Connelly Fudge took a deep breath and after forcing herself to calm down, shiveringly pulled out a piece of parchment from a pile of documents, took another deep breath, and read aloud: "The accused has the following: Offence: Defendant, who had previously been warned in writing by the Ministry of Magic for similar charges, this time, knowingly and knowingly living in a Muggle residence at 9.23pm on 2 August, with full knowledge that his actions were unlawful District, in the presence of a Muggle, used a Defending Charm, which violated paragraph 3 of the Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act 1875 and the International Confederation of Magicians Confidentiality Article 13 of the Act."

After Fudge finished reading, he put down the parchment and glared at Harry, "Have you ever used the Patronus Charm in front of Muggles?"

"Underage wizards can use magic to save themselves when they are in danger." Harry did not answer Fudge, but said calmly, "So, your accusation is not valid."

Not only Fudge was stunned, but the other Wizengamore members were stunned.

Everyone looked up and down at Harry Potter, who was sitting calmly over there. The other party was completely unaffected by the atmosphere of the courtroom, and it seemed that he did not intend to follow the procedures of the Ministry of Magic.

Furthermore, Harry Potter doesn't seem to be about to stop, but continues.

"There are things I must correct."

"Quiet," growled Fudge.

"There's something wrong with your accusation," Harry said suddenly.

"What?"

"Three years ago, the Ministry of Magic sent me a written warning for misjudgment that I had violated the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act." Harry said calmly, "I have to clear... …”

"Enough, enough!" Fudge interrupted very arrogantly, "I'm not free..."

"You should let me finish, I think everyone wants to know the truth." Harry said slowly, "and, I can show evidence."

The courtroom was suddenly dead silent, 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 ask the teacher for guilt.

"Evidence?" Amelia Burns asked.

"Yes, I have proof." Harry continued, "Three years ago, that hover spell was not mine, but a house elf, so this is purely a technical issue at the Ministry of Magic. "

"Look!" Fudge roared angrily, gesturing exaggeratedly in Harry's direction, "A house-elf! In a Muggle dwelling! Is that possible?"

"The house-elf is currently at Hogwarts." With that, Harry turned his head to look at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was equally astonished at Harry's performance, and nodded cooperatively, "It does happen, and if you like, I can call the house-elves here to testify right away."

"I...I don't have time to listen to house-elf bullshit." Fudge exclaimed, panicking, "Not only this, but he blew up his aunt."

"Yes yes, it does," Harry admitted calmly.

"Look, he admits it himself."

The slightly comical appearance of Fudge knocked over a bottle of ink when he punched the judge's bench and made the expressions of many Wizengamore members subtle.

"But I remember your original words:" Harry deliberately paused and repeated: "We won't punish you for such a small thing, it's an accident, we won't blow up aunts just for people. sent them to Azkaban."

Valley ToiletHarry looked at Dumbledore again and added: "To be honest, I ran away from home and was so moved by what you said."

"Yes, I remember that too, you were very merciful not to press charges, and I think you agree that even the best wizards don't always have control over their emotions." Dumbledore calmly say.

Because now Fudge is scrambling to wipe the ink off his notes.

The courtroom fell into an eerie silence again, because if the previous two things were uncovered, today's trial would be meaningless, at most a warning.

What a hilarious trial.

Those thoughts popped into the minds of many of the Wizengamore members, who were equally impressed by the qualities of Harry Potter.

"Okay, let's get back to today's topic!" Harry laughed suddenly, but the smile on his face gave off a creepy feeling.

"I was attacked, attacked by dementors," he told everyone.

"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."

"You met a Dementor?" Amelia Burns asked Fudge after glancing at him.

"Yes, I have witnesses."

"You drove them away? I mean you summoned a full-fledged Patronus?" Amelia Burns asked curiously.

"A stag, a stag every time, if you doubt I can get one for you on the spot." Harry was confident he could summon a physical Patronus in public.

"Every time?" Ms. Burns asked. "Have you made a Patronus before?"

"Yes, when I was in third grade, Dementors attacked me in the carriage and on the Quidditch pitch, so I had to get someone to teach me the Patronus Charm to protect myself," Harry said honestly.

"It's amazing," Ms. Burns told the group. "It's amazing that he can conjure a true Patronus at his age."

"No, it's not a big deal, as far as I know, Mr. Anderson mastered the Patronus Charm before me, and I asked him how to deal with Dementors, although it was Professor Lupin who took the time to church in the end. got me."

The expressions on the faces of the members of the Wizengamore are slightly strange, almost instinctively looking in a certain direction in the courtroom. The Mr. Anderson that Harry Potter spoke of was sitting there, and the other party was equally calm, as if the person who had just been mentioned was not him.

"If there are no other questions, I will present the evidence."

"What do you mean?" Ms. Burns asked.

"I have witnesses to prove that the Dementors did attack me and my cousin that day." Harry glanced at Fudge and said firmly, "I mean except my cousin Dudley Dess. In addition to courtesy."

Everyone was left speechless by Harry's words.

Yes, it is within the power of the interrogator to provide evidence, and the interrogator cannot ignore this.

From the beginning, Harry Potter had the initiative because he had evidence, he had evidence from start to finish, and as the highest court in the United Kingdom, they had to be as impartial as possible, even though a lot of people here Knowing that this joke-like trial was a farce created by the Minister for Magic, but the authority of the Wizengamore, all members of the Wizengamore, must be maintained automatically, at least on the surface, because that is their power source, otherwise the laws of the entire British Ministry of Magic will collapse because of this, no one will take Wizengamore seriously anymore, and as members of Wizengamore, they will be completely reduced to jokes.

"Very well, where is this guy?" Fudge was deflated, he knew what to do with Harry Potter today.

Harry turned his head to look at Dumbledore.

"I brought her here," said Dumbledore. "She's just outside the door."

Mrs. Figg was quickly brought in by Percy, who seemed equally calm.

Yes, it's peaceful, terribly peaceful, like Harry Potter, completely unaffected by the atmosphere here.

Fudge suddenly had an ominous premonition. He glared at the old woman under his eyes and asked loudly, "Full name?"

"Arabella Figg," said Mrs. Figg blankly. "I'm a resident of Little Whinging, right next to Harry Potter's house."

"On our records, no wizards other than Harry Potter live in Little Whinging," said Ms. Burns, frowning. "That area has always been closely watched."

"The Squib is not on your record," Mrs Figg said quietly.

"Squib?" Fudge looked up at Mrs Figg, "We'll check. By the way, can Squib see dementors?"

"We can see!" Mrs. Figg glared at Fudge disapprovingly.

"Very well," said Fudge dryly, "Mr. Potter said you saw him attacked by dementors."

"On the evening of August 2nd, about a quarter past nine, I happened to go out to buy cat food." Mrs. Figg read out what she had memorized: "I happened to see two dementors. Sliding attacked Mr Potter and his cousin Dudley. Honestly, I was freaked out because it was so cold after the Dementors appeared, and I felt as if all joy had disappeared from the world, Something horrific came to mind... oh yes, I got a letter from a stranger this morning with a few pictures of the time, and I think it must be more convincing than my claim."

Speaking, Mrs. Figg actually took out a few photos from her pocket in full view of the public. "It was a picture of Potter being attacked by Dementors."

There was an eerie silence in the courtroom.

"Photo? Are you sure you're not joking." Fudge found this absurd.

"I also received a letter from an owl last night with a similar picture," Dumbledore said softly.

"Weasley, get the picture up." Fudge felt as sick as eating flies.

Several photographs were placed in front of the interrogators.

Amelia Burns also felt it was unusual, as the photos were indeed of Harry Potter and his cousin Dudley being attacked, and one of them even featured Mrs Figg , albeit only in the back.

"Even the photos are ready, I'm sure they were carefully faked by someone."

"I don't see the photos being fake," Amelia Burns said quietly.

"But the Dementors ran into a Muggle settlement and happened to meet a wizard?" Fudge said contemptuously.

"Not necessarily if these two Dementors have recently taken orders from someone outside the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore said calmly. "Of course, these two particular Dementors may not be under the control of the Ministry of Magic..."

"There is no dementor that is not under the control of the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge growled sharply, flushing maroon.

"No, Dumbledore, I think Mr. Minister has a point. In fact, I was told that it was an elaborate scheme and that the dementors who attacked me were someone who was present. One." Harry glanced at Dumbledore, the smile on his face even more penetrating, and even Dumbledore frowned.

"It's a slur, a blatant slur," Fudge snarled.

"He thinks someone wants me to be expelled and lose my wizarding status." Harry put his finger on his throat, releasing the Loud-Voice Charm with ease and suppressing Fudge's growl: "It turns out, he said That's right, whether it's being attacked by a dementor or a trivial matter where a minor uses magic, a formal criminal court has to be tried, and the trial time has finally been adjusted, and I, the client, don't know it yet. Of course I don't have the evidence to accuse who did it, but I know the guy who sent the dementors to attack me is going to be locked up in Azkaban for life in a few years, so I'm not angry and never I doubt the authenticity of this prophecy, after all, it was a prophecy that cost thousands of Galleons to make."

"You found a master of prophecy?" Amelia Burns' face was equally ugly, Harry Potter's words were completely blatant threats, but...he obviously didn't seem to be lying.

"Yes, someone paid me a fortune-teller," Harry said calmly.

"As far as I know..."

"I don't know, he didn't tell me who the master of prophecy was, or who the person who sent the Dementors to attack me, only said that he would enter Azkaban in a few years, It is said that his predictions are as ruthless as his charges, and there has never been a mistake."

Bud, Sera, and Mog all turned their heads to Albert, and they suddenly understood why Harry Potter was so powerful.

No, it shouldn't be tough, but head iron.

"Even if Wizengamore finds him guilty, the Ministry of Magic still has no power to fire Harry Potter," Albert cautioned.

Of course, he did provide the script, and although the last scene wasn't, it's not surprising that a grudged Harry vented his anger when he was sure he wouldn't be fired.

Are you still a savior?

Yes.

Even Dumbledore didn't expect Harry Potter to give Fudge a head-on in the end.

So what if you offended Fudge, what if you stomped the Minister of Magic's face under his feet.

Harry also knew that someone was going to step down next year.

Furthermore, Fudge's methods are vicious and leave him no room at all. If he doesn't get pointers, he might fall into the trap and be completely finished.

Harry does make a lot of sense, everything is being pointed at Fudge.

Fudge's face turned a purplish liver, and the toaded witch to his right stared at Harry Potter.

"I think the Ministry of Magic should investigate thoroughly why those two Dementors attacked me without approval?"

"It's not up to you to decide what the Ministry of Magic does or doesn't do!" Fudge said gruffly.

Seeing Fudge like his Uncle Vernon made Harry all the more happy. He said maliciously: "I think the Ministry of Magic should give me an account, knowing that I was almost killed by a dementor. I think not only me, but everyone should be very concerned, and no one wants to. Be the next target of attack."

Amelia Burns senses that someone is invisibly manipulating it all, and her eyes can't help but look in a certain direction.

"I want to remind everyone that the behavior of those two dementors, even if they are not products of wild thoughts, is not the topic of this interrogation!" The toad-like witch beside Fudge reminded with a light cough: "We are in This is a trial for Harry Potter's violation of the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act!"

"Very well, perhaps we should end Mr. Potter's trial first, and let the Ministry of Magic take care of the Dementors," said Ms. Burns in a loud voice.

"Raise your hand now in favor of the accusation not established."

A hand raised ~IndoMTL.com~ is more than half the number.

As a matter of fact, as long as you're not an idiot, you know, after Potter's barrage of evidence, that even if Potter is convicted now, the Ministry of Magic won't be able to do anything with him.

What's more, they also know very well that once Harry Potter is found guilty,

The authority of Wizengamore is challenged.

Who gave Harry Potter enough evidence to prove his innocence!

"Raise your hand if you approve of the crime," Ms. Burns added.

There are very few people raising their hands, except Fudge, there are probably five or six people. Obviously, Fudge did not expect Wizengamore to sentence Potter from the beginning, if Potter hangs them for more than half an hour , the result is naturally another matter, but there is no doubt that his plan failed, and he made himself a mess.

"Very good, the accusation is not established." Fudge tried to suppress his anger, and his voice became strange

"Great. I have to go. Have a nice day everyone." Dumbledore quickly packed his things, and walked out of the courtroom without looking at Harry.

"Mr. 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, isn't every trial so interesting. "

"It's really unexpected." Bud glanced at Albert, stood at the door and greeted some old friends, while watching the silver card that Albert handed out.

Everyone was surprised that Albert was getting married.

Of course, they were even more surprised by the scope of Albert's friendship. There is no doubt that the people who received the cards were all friends that Albert knew, and nearly one-third of the entire Wizengamot was with him. Get to know each other well and receive a silver card.

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