Chapter 340 Wizengamot

The visit of the Order of the Phoenix did not have any impact on Mike's life.

Mike still maintained his previous lifestyle, remotely controlling the operation of the Los Santos Group while accumulating strength to fight Voldemort.

He did not even hire a security team to protect his home as he said before.

There was no need for that.

Because Mike did not live there at all. Now Mike's permanent residence has changed from Godric's Hollow to Ravenclaw Secrets.

Mike is quite confident about the safety of the secrets.

At least he has tried hundreds of methods, including divination and prophecy, which are considered mysterious methods in the wizarding world, but still can't find the location of the secrets from other places.

Ravenclaw Secrets is like an isolated island suspended in this main world, and the only entrance is the statue in the Ravenclaw lounge.

As for the supervisors sent by the Ministry of Magic to the Los Santos Group, they have been solved by the elites under Mike after so many days.

Of course, the solution here does not mean killing.

In fact, there are not many good people among the supervisors sent to Los Santos Group this time. In the beginning, the reason why they targeted Los Santos Group so much was not only because of Fudge's order, but also to get benefits from Los Santos Group.

After knowing this, things became much easier. The senior executives in Los Santos Group were all smart people. Under the operation of these people, those supervisors who seemed to be upright on the surface were quickly corrupted. These supervisors were

very greedy and their appetites were getting bigger and bigger.

The senior elites had also reported this problem to Mike, but Mike said that these problems were not big.

Mike knew very well that those so-called supervisors might not be able to help you succeed, but they could ruin your big things.

Compared with the losses they could cause to you, the things they ate at present were just drizzle.

While Mike was doing his work step by step, he received an invitation from the Ministry of Magic, inviting him to attend the Wizengamot Court's trial of Harry and serve as a jury member.

Mike was actually a little confused when he received this invitation, because he was not a member of the Wizengamot at all and was not qualified to participate in this level of trial.

But he soon understood what Fudge meant.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!

That's right, Fudge wanted to warn Mike by killing Harry, the chicken.

Because in Fudge's eyes, compared with Harry, the so-called "savior" whose fame is greater than his strength, Mike, who has both fame and strength and is also the youngest and most successful emerging entrepreneur in the country of Ying recently, is obviously more threatening.

After thinking it through, Mike also readily agreed.

Time soon came to the day when Harry announced the trial.

In the morning of this day, Mike got up early before dawn, changed into a well-fitting suit, and set off for the Ministry of Magic.

There, Uncle Mario Foley, who had not been seen for a long time, was already waiting for Mike's arrival.

Uncle Mario is also a member of the Wizengamot Council, and will jointly judge Harry today.

Mike informed the other party as soon as he received the invitation, so the two decided to have breakfast together today and have a good talk.

In the restaurant of the Ministry of Magic, Uncle Mario was fiddling with the chickpeas on the plate, and his expression did not look very good.

But when Mike appeared in the restaurant, a smile appeared on his face, and he waved and greeted:

"Mike, here."

"Long time no see, Uncle Fly," Mike came to sit opposite Uncle Mario, "You still look so energetic."

"Oh, don't make fun of me." Uncle Mario waved his hand helplessly and said, "I'm almost worried to death recently. Look, my white hair has come out."

Looking at Uncle Mario fiddling with his hair, Mike also smiled.

His friendship with the Fly family in the past two years has not become unfamiliar. On the contrary, with the rise of Los Santos Group and the deepening of cooperation between the two families, the relationship between Mike and the Fly family is also very hot, so facing the old man in front of him, Mike does not have any pressure at all.

"Mike, I believe you should know what I'm worried about recently." Mario continued with a serious face, "Here, I want to hear your answer in person. The mysterious man, is he really back?"

Uncle Mario's last sentence was very low in voice, and Mike had to get close to hear it clearly.

After hearing Uncle Mario's question, Mike also retracted the smile on his face, nodded seriously and said:

"Yes, he is back. I am 100% sure of this because I was there at the time."

"Hiss!"

Hearing this, Uncle Mario took a breath of cold air and leaned back on the chair.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became a little solemn, and both of them were silent.

Voldemort's return is definitely not good news for the two of them, especially for the two families' gradually expanding industries. It is a disaster.

After a long time, Uncle Mario said to Mike:

"Mike, I think it's time for us to consider immigration. The current Ying Country is no longer safe, and that person will soon plunge the entire Ying Country into panic!

Well, what do you think of the Coal Country? The wizarding bigwigs there are very fawning on foreigners, and like to marry some so-called old-established pure-blood families. I heard that many poor pure-blood boys from the Ying Country ran there and married the daughters of the great nobles there to live a life of idleness. At the same time, the mainstream concept of the Coal Country is relatively tolerant of Muggles and half-bloods. Strictly speaking, if we go to the Coal Country, we should be able to..."

"Are you going to run away?"

Mike's sudden words made Mario's expression freeze, and he stopped talking halfway.

He stared at Mike for a long time, and finally sighed and said,

"Mike, I know that your Los Santos Group has grown to a considerable size, but sometimes when something is doomed to be irreversible, I have to cut my losses in time. As a Muggle-born wizard, you are naturally on the opposite side of Voldemort. And I, although I am a pure-blood, also don't get along with Voldemort. Voldemort's return is a disaster for us."

"I don't think so." Mike took a sip of hot coffee and said with a smile, "This is not a disaster for us. On the contrary, it is an opportunity. An opportunity for us to move to the next level!"

"You mean..."

"Yes, you really underestimated Dumbledore. He is an old fox. I bet that the final winner of this war will definitely not be Voldemort. Of course, it will not be Dumbledore either."

Uncle Mario instantly understood what Mike meant.

The rapid expansion of Los Santos Group in the past two years has shown that Mike is a very forward-looking person. For this reason, Mario still trusts what Mike said.

But the matter involved is too big. For the sake of the family, Uncle Mario must be more cautious and cautious.

There was another silence, until the magic alarm clock on the dining table rang, and Mario woke up from his meditation.

"Mike, it's time, let's go." Mario looked at the time on the alarm clock, stood up and said, "Come to my house for lunch at noon, we need to have a good talk."

Mike smiled meaningfully, then stood up and left the restaurant with Mario.

...

In the elevator of the Ministry of Magic, while the elevator was descending, Mario was introducing the content of the trial to Mike.

"We are going to Courtroom 10 this time. This is a very old courtroom. The last time it was used was when Voldemort had just fallen. At that time, old Barty was the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and he tried many Death Eaters there. To be honest, I don't understand what Fudge means. Because according to what you said, Harry Potter just made some small mistakes that everyone has made, but Fudge not only put the trial in a courtroom that is usually only used by criminals, but also summoned all the Wizengamot members. This is really..."

Just as Uncle Mario was complaining endlessly, a cold female voice suddenly sounded.

"Department of Mysteries."

Then, the elevator door opened with a bang.

Uncle Mario immediately closed his mouth, put on a serious expression and said:

"Okay, let's go, we are still some distance away from our destination."

Then he led Mike out of the elevator and stepped into a dark and deep corridor.

The two sides of the corridor were made entirely of rough stone, with torches inserted on the brackets on the wall. But for some reason, Mike always felt that the light of these torches was suppressed by something, resulting in a very low brightness in the corridor.

The two walked forward for a while, and gradually some heavy wooden doors appeared on the walls on both sides of the corridor, with iron bolts (shun) and keyholes embedded on them.

"Don't touch those doors." Mario warned, "Those doors are all courtrooms. In order to prevent theft, they are attached with many curses."

Mike nodded. Through his magical perception, he had long noticed that these doors were gathering a lot of evil thoughts.

Finally, in front of a half-open wooden door, the two stopped.

"We are here, the tenth courtroom." Mario looked at Mike with concern. In his eyes, Mike was still a junior. He was afraid that Mike would feel nervous when facing such a scene for the first time. "Are you ready? Mike."

"Of course."

"That's good."

Seeing that Mike did not behave abnormally, Mario nodded, then pushed open the door and walked in.

The walls around the tenth courtroom were made of black stone. Due to the small number of torches, the light inside was not much different from that in the corridor.

The four sides of the courtroom were lined with densely packed benches, arranged in a stepped manner. From all seats, one could clearly see the chair with chains in the center - that was the seat for the prisoner.

At this moment, many people had come to the courtroom. The arrival of Mike and Mario attracted everyone's attention. Those wizards all cast curious eyes at the two.

"He should be Harry Potter, right?"

An old witch wearing a black veil turned her head and asked her best friend beside her.

"It should be. The Wizengamot Council does not have such a young member at all." The best friend next to her replied, "But he looks different from the one in the newspaper."

"Yes, he looks much more handsome and stronger in person than in the photo."

...

Mike and Mario did not hear the whispers of the two old witches. In fact, as soon as they arrived in the courtroom, a familiar figure came to greet them.

"Oh! Mario! My old friend, you are finally here!"

Fudge said cheerfully with his signature smile on his face.

Mario didn't even bother to pay attention to Fudge, and just snorted as a greeting.

Fudge's smile froze for a moment, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he turned to look at Mike and said,

"Mike, good morning. Did you have a good summer vacation? I heard that your Los Santos Group has been developing well recently. This is really amazing!"

Fudge's tone was full of gloating. Mike's brows frowned instantly, and he also snorted like Mario.

"Originally, you were not qualified to participate in today's trial. Do you know why I asked you to come?"

Mike didn't answer, but just stared at Fudge coldly.

"You understand, you must understand, right?" Fudge's smile became even brighter. "Harry Potter, this is a big shot! The legendary savior, the child who defeated You-Know-Who, Dumbledore's favorite student. This is a well-known figure. Your generation...oh, I mean the wizard children of your age, they almost grew up listening to the story of Harry Potter.

But everyone is equal before the law, even a figure like Harry Potter, as long as he dares to break the law, as long as he dares to defy the Ministry of Magic, we will give him the punishment he deserves!"

Fudge's words were sonorous and powerful, and many people around heard them.

These people were members of the Wizengamot, and many of them applauded when they heard the words, but there were still a few who were quite disdainful of Fudge's speech, and some even sneered directly.

Fudge seemed to have not noticed those members who were dissatisfied with him at all. He turned around and smiled and bowed to those applauding members to thank them.

At this moment, a sturdy figure suddenly rushed to Fudge's side and whispered something in his ear.

Fudge stopped thanking him and turned to look at Mike again, smiling and said,

"It's time, Mike. The trial is about to begin. Please enjoy today's performance. It's an exceptionally good show!"

After that, Fudge flicked his sleeves and walked towards the big table at the highest point,

"Weasley, show them to their seats."