Chapter 991: Potter with explosive combat power
The person who pushed in the door was not Harry Potter, the person on trial today, but a member of the Wizengamot who had just arrived.
The time in the courtroom passed quickly amidst the chatter of everyone, and it had already passed the originally scheduled court opening time.
There is no doubt that Potter is late!
Potter's lateness will undoubtedly leave a bad impression on all members of the Wizengamot. This is probably the result that Fudge wants to see most.
It’s really annoying!
Albert wanted to see Fudge sit on it and be judged more and more. Fortunately, there was someone who 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.
"It's unsurprising that someone probably wants us to hang out here for a few hours." Albert could see that Fudge was in a good mood.
If Potter was really a few hours late, his plan would have really succeeded.
“What will happen if I miss this trial?” Albert asked.
"I think Potter probably has no other chance." Sera said with a frown. He had obviously guessed the reason, especially after finding out that the person here for trial today was Harry Potter, he knew that the current scene was definitely caused 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 my trial today.”
Albert looked at the triumphant 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 were most likely from the Ministry of Magic.
Even knowing that he was framed by the Ministry of Magic, he actually had to come to the Ministry of Magic for trial. I believe that Harry Potter would never be able to swallow this breath.
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 him suddenly stopped.
Because today’s protagonist is here.
Albert motioned to Bard 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 did not expect that Harry Potter would appear here.
"You're 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 to it.
“The notice I received is that at ten o’clock this morning, I will be interrogated in the office of Ms. Amelia Bones, the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic.”
Under the dual effects of the tranquilizer and the elixir, Harry showed unprecedented calmness. He had learned the "truth" from the twins and knew that nothing would happen to him, so he was now confident. Instead, he looked at 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 learned that the time was advanced by two hours a few minutes ago. Fortunately, I came to the Ministry of Magic in advance, otherwise I would have missed the trial. Let everyone waste time here.”
Although he said he was on trial, from the tone of his voice, it was as if he was not the one who was on trial.
"That's not the fault of the Wizengamot." Fudge's face became even more gloomy, and he interrupted impatiently: "The Ministry of Magic sent an owl to inform you this morning."
However, Fudge failed to interrupt Harry, who seemed to be unconcerned and kept talking to himself.
“I think the owl from the Ministry of Magic must have sent the letter to the wrong place. Since I was attacked by the dementors, I have changed my residence.”
Harry didn't pay attention to Fudge's annoyed gaze, but looked around by himself, and was surprised to see an acquaintance in the corner.
"He is calmer than I expected." Bud looked at Harry Potter below in surprise, then turned to Albert and said, "If you weren't by my side, I would have thought the person below was you. "
“He is the savior after all, I have never seen any big scenes.”
Albert said in a voice that could be heard by everyone around him: "I think the Triwizard Tournament a while ago gave Potter a strong heart. After all, compared with those more dangerous scenes, this time is really different." It’s nothing, not to mention he has helpers this time.”
This is the result of drinking tranquilizers, elixirs and knowing the truth and knowing the outcome, a savior Harry Potter with overwhelming fighting power.
Harry Potter today is not easy to mess with at all.
“Great, the defendant is finally here, let’s get started!”
Fudge's face became increasingly ugly, as if he had just been punched in the face. The witch next to him stared intently at Harry Potter, as if she wanted to swallow him in one gulp.
"Are you ready?" Fudge shouted to Percy, the recorder of the trial.
"Yes, sir."
Percy responded, indicating that he was fine. He had recovered from the surprise of seeing Albert, his eyes were focused on the parchment in front of him, and he had a quill in his hand ready to write.
"The trial on August 12," Fudge shouted, "for Harry James Potter, of 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for breaches of the Reasonable Restraint of Minors and Wizards Act. International Statute of Secrecy."
"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary .”
“Recorder of the Trial: Percy…”
Harry glanced at Percy. He had heard from Ron the reason why Percy left the Weasley family. It seemed that betraying his family made him gain Fudge's appreciation.
However, it was Albert who was more surprised than Harry. He did not expect that Umbridge would now become a senior deputy minister.
It’s really interesting that a deputy minister actually went to Hogwarts to teach!
Next, Dumbledore did not disappoint everyone, and he appeared on the stage at the critical moment.
Perhaps because he has experienced a lot, Dumbledore looked calm and did not show any anger at Fudge's calculations, as if it was just a trivial matter.
Compared with the calm subjects and defense witnesses.
Fudge, who was originally dignified, was actually panicked by Dumbledore's appearance.
The members of the Wizengamot present watched this scene with great interest. Some of them looked annoyed, some seemed a little scared, and most of them were whispering to each other in a low voice, seeming to be discussing the previous article in the Daily Prophet. Report on Dumbledore's muddle-headedness.
Especially because Dumbledore gently declined Fudge's kindness and changed himself into a chair. After sitting down, his gentle appearance no longer looked like an old fool.
“This scene is so joyful!” Sera muttered.
Both Harry Potter and Dumbledore were looking at Fudge with interest at this moment, as if Fudge sitting on the judgment seat was the monkey jumping up and down.
“I think after today, many people will not be able to sleep at night!” Bud said to Albert in French.
“When did you leave England?” asked Albert.
“Let’s wait for a while!” Bud said without thinking.
“What?” Hutok was a little confused.
"Britain is no longer safe!" Bud said softly: "I think you should stop staying in the UK and come with us to travel around the world after you get married."
"The place where I live is very safe." Albert declined: "As for traveling around the world, I will consider it."
He looked around and had to admit that Bard was right.
Dumbledore's attitude made all the Wizengamot members present feel uneasy, because if Dumbledore is not stupid or crazy, does that mean that the news he announced a while ago is 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, tremblingly pulled out a piece of parchment from a pile of documents, took another deep breath, and read aloud: "The defendant is accused of the following crimes: The defendant He had previously received a written warning from the Ministry of Magic for similar accusations. This time, with full knowledge that his actions were illegal, he deliberately and knowingly committed a crime in a Muggle-inhabited area at 9:23 pm on August 2. Using a Divine Protection Charm in front of a Muggle violated paragraph 3 of the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act" promulgated in 1875 and paragraph 3 of the "International Federation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy" Thirteen articles.”
After Fudge finished reading, he put down the parchment and stared at Harry fiercely and asked, "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's words, but said calmly, "So, your accusation is not established."
Not only Fudge was stunned, but also other members of the Wizengamot were stunned.
Everyone looked up and down at Harry Potter, who was sitting calmly over there. He was not affected by the atmosphere of the courtroom at all, and did not seem to intend to follow the procedures of the Ministry of Magic.
Furthermore, Harry Potter seemed to have no intention of stopping and continued talking.
“There are some things that 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 violated the Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act." Harry said calmly: "I must clarify..."
"Enough, 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 unhurriedly, "Besides, I can produce evidence."
There was a sudden silence in the courtroom. Everyone was staring at Harry Potter. They suddenly felt that the man in front of them was not here to be tried, but to prosecute.
“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 exaggeratedly in Harry's direction. "A house elf! In a Muggle dwelling! Is that possible?"
"The house elf is currently at Hogwarts." After saying this, Harry turned to look at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore was also very surprised by Harry's performance, and nodded in agreement and said, "This is indeed the case. If you are willing, I can summon the house elf here right away to testify."
"I...I don't have time to listen to the nonsense of house elves." Fudge was a little panicked and shouted loudly, "Not only this, he also blew his aunt up."
"Yes, yes, it does happen." 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 the expressions of many Wizengamot members become subtle.
Harry looked at Dumbledore again and added: "To be honest, I ran away from home and was so moved by your words."
"Yes, I remember that too. You were kind enough not to press charges at the time, and I think you agree that even the best wizards don't always have control over their emotions." Dumbledore said calmly.
Because Fudge was hurriedly wiping the ink off his notes.
There was an eerie silence in the courtroom again, because if the previous two incidents were revealed, today's trial would be meaningless. At most, it would be a warning.
What a funny trial.
Such thoughts came to the minds of many members of the Wizengamot, and they also looked at Harry Potter's qualities with special eyes.
“Okay, let’s get back to today’s topic!” Harry suddenly smiled, but the smile on his face gave people a creepy feeling.
“I was attacked, attacked by a dementor,” he told everyone.
"I'm sure this is a well-rehearsed lie!" Fudge growled excitedly.
"I have proof." Harry said firmly. "I have proof that what I said is true."
“Have you encountered a dementor?” Amelia Bones glanced at Fudge and asked.
“Yes, I have a witness.”
“You drove them away? I mean you summoned a full-fledged Patronus?” Amelia Bones asked curiously.
"A stag, it's a stag every time. If you're in doubt, I can get you one on the spot." Harry was confident that he could summon a physical Patronus in front of everyone.
“Every time?” Ms. Bones asked, “Have you had 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 ask someone to teach me the Patronus Charm to protect myself." Harry said honestly.
“It’s remarkable,” Ms. Bones told the group. “It’s really remarkable that he can conjure up a real patronus at his age.”
"No, this is not a big deal. As far as I know, Mr. Anderson mastered the Patronus Charm earlier than me. I originally asked him for advice on how to deal with dementors, although it was Professor Lupine who took the time to teach me in the end. "
The expressions on the faces of the members of the Wizengamot were slightly strange, almost instinctively looking in a certain direction of the trial room. The Mr. Anderson mentioned by Harry Potter was sitting there, with the same calm expression on his face, as if the person he had just been mentioned was not him.
“If there are no other questions, I will present the evidence.”
“What do you mean?” asked Ms. Bones.
"I have witnesses who can prove that 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 person under trial can give evidence. This is his right, and the interrogator cannot ignore this.
From the beginning, Harry Potter had the initiative, because he had evidence, and he had evidence from beginning to end. As the highest court in the United Kingdom, they must remain as impartial as possible, even if many people here know about this. The trial like a joke is a farce created by the Minister of Magic, but the authority of the Wizengamot, all members of the Wizengamot must automatically maintain, at least maintain a semblance of fairness, because that is the source of their power, otherwise The entire British Ministry of Magic's laws will collapse because of this, no one will take the Wizengamot seriously anymore, and as members of the Wizengamot, they will become a complete joke.
“Very good, where is this person?” Fudge seemed to be discouraged. He knew that there was nothing he could do to Harry Potter today.
Harry turned to look at Dumbledore.
"I brought her," said Dumbledore. "She's right outside the door."
Mrs. Figg was quickly brought in by Percy. She looked equally calm.
Yes, it's very calm, eerily calm, just like Harry Potter, completely unaffected by the atmosphere here.
Fudge suddenly had an ominous premonition. He glared at the old woman below and asked loudly: "Full name?"
“Arabella Figg,” Mrs. Figg said expressionlessly, “I am a resident of Little Whinging, and I live next to Harry Potter’s house.”
“With the exception of Harry Potter, we have no records of wizards living in Little Whinging,” Ms. Bones said, frowning. “That area is under constant surveillance.”
‘Squibs are not on your record,’ said Mrs. Figg quietly.
"Squib?" Fudge looked at Mrs. Figg superiorly. "We'll check. By the way, can Squibs see dementors?"
“We can see it!” Mrs. Figg glared at Fudge dissatisfied.
"Very well," Fudge said coldly, "Mr. Potter said you saw him being attacked by a dementor."
"On the evening of August 2nd, at around 9:15, I went out to buy cat food and happened upon it by chance." Mrs. Figg read out what she had memorized: "I accidentally saw two Dementors sliding and attacking. Mr. Potter and his cousin Dudley. To be honest, I was frightened because the surroundings became very cold after the dementors appeared. I felt as if all the happiness had disappeared from the world. I remembered some Horrible things... Oh, by the way, I received a letter from a stranger this morning with some photos from the time, which I think must be more convincing than my story."
As he said that, Mrs. Figg actually took out a few photos from her pocket in full view of everyone, "The photos above captured the scene when Potter was attacked by dementors."
The courtroom suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
"Photos? Are you sure you're not joking." Fudge felt that this was very ridiculous.
"I also received a letter from the owl last night, which also contained similar photos." Dumbledore said gently.
“Weasley, bring up the photo.” Fudge felt as sick as if he had eaten a fly.
Several photographs were placed in front of the interrogator.
Amelia Bones also felt that this incident was very unusual, because the photos did show the scene of Harry Potter and his cousin Dudley being attacked, and even one of them even captured Mrs. Figg, although only Back view.
"Even the photos are ready. I'm sure those photos were carefully forged by someone."
“I can’t see that these photos are fake,” Amelia Bones said quietly.
“But the Dementor ran into a Muggle residential area and happened to meet a wizard?” Fudge said contemptuously.
"That would not necessarily be the case if these two Dementors had recently received instructions from someone outside the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore said calmly. "Of course, these two special 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 roared, his face turning brown.
"No, Dumbledore, I think the Minister has a point. In fact, I was told that this was an elaborate plot and that the person who allowed the dementors to attack me was someone who was present. "Harry glanced at Dumbledore, the smile on his face became even more permeable, and even Dumbledore frowned.
“This is a slur, a naked slander,” Fudge roared.
"He thought someone wanted me to be expelled and lose my identity as a wizard." Harry put his fingers on his throat, easily released the Loudness Curse, and suppressed Fudge's roar: "It turns out that he was right. , whether it was being attacked by dementors or a trivial matter involving a minor using magic, it was now being tried in a formal criminal court. The trial time was finally adjusted, and I, the client, didn’t even know it. Of course, I There was no evidence to accuse who did it, but I knew that the person who sent the dementors to attack me would be locked up in Azkaban for life in a few years, so I was not angry and never doubted the prophecy. Whether it’s true or not, after all, it’s a prophecy that cost thousands of galleons to make.”
"You found a master of prophecy?" Amelia Bones' face was equally ugly. Harry Potter's words were completely naked threats, but...he obviously didn't seem to be lying.
"Yes, someone paid for me to hire a master of prophecy." Harry said calmly.
"as far as I know…"
"I don't know. He didn't tell me who the master of prophecy was, nor who was the person who sent the dementors to attack me. He only said that that person would enter Azkaban in a few years. It is said that his His predictions were as ruthless as his charges, and he never made a mistake.”
Bard, Sera and Mog all turned their heads to look at Albert, and they suddenly understood why Harry Potter was so powerful in combat.
No, it shouldn’t be toughness, but toughness.
"Even if the Wizengamot thinks he is guilty, the Ministry of Magic still has no right to expel Harry Potter." Albert reminded.
Of course, this script was indeed provided by him. Although the last scene was not, it is not strange for the hateful Harry to vent his anger after he was sure that he would not be expelled.
Are you still a savior if you are not stubborn?
Yes.
Even Dumbledore didn’t expect that Harry Potter would confront Fudge in the end.
It doesn’t matter if you offend Fudge, or it doesn’t matter if you trample the Minister of Magic’s face under your feet.
Harry also knows that someone will step down next year.
Furthermore, Fudge's methods were vicious and left him no room at all. If he hadn't received any guidance, he might have fallen into a trap and been completely finished.
What Harry said did make sense, and all the fingers were pointed at Fudge.
Fudge's face turned a purple-red liver color, and the toad-like witch on his right was staring at Harry Potter.
"I think the Ministry of Magic 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!" Fudge said rudely.
Watching Fudge act like his Uncle Vernon, Harry felt even happier. He said with malice: "I think the Ministry of Magic should give me an explanation. You know, I was almost killed by a dementor at that time. I think not only me, but everyone should care about it. No one wants to Become the next target of attack."
Amelia Bones felt like someone was controlling everything invisibly, and her eyes couldn't help but look in a certain direction.
"I would like to remind you that the behavior of those two dementors, even if they are not the product of random thoughts, is not the topic of this interrogation!" The toad-like witch next to Fudge coughed lightly and reminded: "We are here to Interrogating Harry Potter for violating the Reasonable Restraint of Minors Act!"
"Very well, maybe we should end Mr. Potter's trial first, and let the Ministry of Magic deal with the Dementors matter." Ms. Bones said in a loud voice.
“Now please raise your hands if you agree that the accusation is unfounded.”
Hands were raised one by one, and the number already exceeded half.
In fact, anyone who is not a fool will know after a series of bombardments of evidence from Potter that even if Potter is found guilty now, there is nothing the Ministry of Magic can do to him.
What's more, they also know very well that once Harry Potter is found guilty,
The authority of Wizengamot will be challenged.
Who gave Harry Potter enough evidence to prove his innocence!
“Those who support the establishment of the crime, please raise your hands.” Ms. Bones added.
There were very few people raising their hands. Apart from Fudge, there were only about five or six people. Obviously, Fudge didn't expect the Wizengamot to sentence Potter from the beginning. If Potter left them alone for more than half an hour, the result would be natural. It's a different matter, but there is no doubt that his plan failed and made himself miserable.
“Very good, the accusation is not established.” Fudge tried his best to suppress his anger, and his voice became strange.
"Great. I have to go. I wish you all a good day." Dumbledore quickly packed his things and walked out of the courtroom quickly without even looking at Harry.
"Mr. Principal, it's true that he comes and goes like the wind." Albert looked at Dumbledore's leaving figure 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, and took a look at the silver cards that Albert distributed and brought.
Everyone was surprised that Albert was getting married.
Of course, they were even more surprised by the range of Albert's friends. There was no doubt that the people who received the card were all friends of Albert's, and nearly one-third of the people in the entire Wizengamot were familiar with him. Received silver card.
(End of this chapter)