Chapter 341 Trial

"Sir, please."

Percy lowered his head, slightly bent his waist, and made a gesture of invitation.

His appearance aroused Mike's interest, and he asked softly, "Are you Fudge's assistant now?"

"No, sir." Percy still lowered his head and did not dare to look at Mike, "I still work in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

Nodding, seeing that Percy had no intention of talking to him, Mike did not force it, and sat down with Mario in the direction Percy pointed.

The two of them were seated on the right side of the entire courtroom, right next to the two old witches. When they saw Mike sitting down, the two old witches in purple robes with silver W badges on their chests immediately became interested. They grabbed Mike's hand and started asking,

"Are you Harry Potter?"

"How old are you this year?"

"Oh! You are so handsome, young man. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes, what a pity. I wanted to introduce my granddaughter to you."

After "investigating" Mike's household registration, the two old ladies finally asked the question they really wanted to ask,

"By the way, I heard that Dumbledore is coming today, is this true?"

Looking at the two old ladies' eyes that were still shining even though they were covered by black veils, Mike's expression instantly became a little strange. He sorted out his words and said slowly,

"He...should come. After all, the person being tried is Harry Potter."

"Oh! That's great!" One of the old ladies applauded, "But why haven't they arrived yet? You know, the court time has long passed. If they are late, the Wizengamot Court will sentence them to absconding." As

soon as the voice fell, the heavy door of the courtroom was pushed open, and Harry's thin figure appeared in front of everyone.

Suddenly, there was a whisper in the courtroom, and many people cast unfriendly eyes at Harry.

Being late is extremely disrespectful.

"You are late!"

Fudge's cold voice echoed in the courtroom.

"Sorry," Harry said nervously, "I didn't know the time was changed!"

"That's not the Wizengamot's fault!" Fudge said, "We have arranged an owl to notify you this morning. Okay, sit down!"

Harry wanted to continue explaining, but after hearing Fudge's speech, he had to shut up silently.

Harry's seat was located in the center of the entire courtroom. It was an old chair with many rusty chains.

Generally speaking, when a criminal sits on it, the chains will swing automatically and tie the criminal tightly.

However, when Harry sat on it, the chains just twisted a few times like snakes, but did not tie Harry up.

Mike sneered at this scene.

Fudge is too indecisive. If he has really decided to stand on the opposite side of Dumbledore, he should do everything to the extreme!

Instead of doing some small actions that offend people but do not hurt them like today.

Harry's lateness today is like a joke.

The time written on the invitation letters of the jury members is all eight o'clock in the morning, which means that Fudge has already determined the time.

But he said that the Ministry of Magic temporarily changed the time and arranged an owl. This is simply a crude frame-up that cannot be overstated.

"Very good, the defendant is finally here, let's begin." Fudge turned his head and looked across the bench and said, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir."

Percy's voice came from the darkness, and Harry in the middle of the courtroom trembled noticeably after hearing the familiar voice.

"The trial on August 12," Fudge's voice was loud and excited, and Percy beside him hurriedly began to record, "The trial of Harry James Potter, who lives at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for violating the "Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act" and the "International Statute of Secrecy."

"Judges: Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Bones, Senior Undersecretary Dolores Umbridge. Trial recorder: Percy Weasley..."

Every time Fudge announced a name, the person called would stand up and bow to the jury.

And the guy named Umbridge was undoubtedly the most eye-catching.

Because she was so ugly, as the two old witches next to Mike said jokingly, 'That thing looks like the toad my son keeps...'.

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

When Fudge announced the last name, the door of the courtroom was opened with a bang, and then Dumbledore, wearing a black and blue robe, walked in. Almost

everyone stood up and looked at the tall figure who was slowly walking towards the door in surprise, and the two old witches screamed and waved at Dumbledore.

"Ah, Dumbledore." Fudge looked panicked. "Yes, so you - uh - you received our letter - knowing that the time and place of the interrogation have been changed?"

"Unfortunately, I didn't receive it. But I made a lucky mistake and arrived at the Ministry of Magic three hours early, so it didn't cause any trouble."

"Is... is that so."

Fudge obviously hadn't recovered from the shock of Dumbledore's sudden appearance, and the members of the Wizengamot were still whispering to each other, fidgeting with each other.

"Well, let's continue." Fudge swallowed, moved the document in front of him and said, "So now it's... the charges. Yes, the defendant is charged with the following crimes: the defendant had previously received a written warning from the Ministry of Magic for similar charges, and this time, knowing full well that his actions were illegal, he deliberately released a Patronus Charm in a Muggle-inhabited area at 16:32 pm on August 10th. This behavior violates Section 3 of the "Act for the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards" enacted in 1875, and Article 13 of the "International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy."

"Are you the Harry Potter who lives at 4 Privet Drive?"

Fudge asked, staring at Harry.

"Yes."

"You were warned by the Ministry of Magic for illegal use of magic three years ago, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"And you used magic to conjure a Patronus on August 2nd?"

"Yes..."

"You knew you were less than seventeen years old, and you were fully aware that there was a Muggle nearby at the time, right?"

"Yes!" Harry could no longer bear it, "I used magic only because we..."

"You conjured a fully materialized Patronus?"

This time it was a witch wearing a monocle who interrupted Harry.

"Yes, because..."

"My God, he is only fifteen years old this year?" The witch interrupted Harry again and started to discuss with the people around her.

"Yes, he is really a genius. Can you tell me how you did it?"

"Professor Lupin and Mike taught me in my third year. I don't think it's a big deal. Mike did much better than me. He could release a physical Patronus at that time."

"Mike? Do you mean Mike Townley?"

"Yes."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the courtroom exploded completely.

Almost everyone in the court cast their eyes on Mike, and their eyes became much kinder.

You know, releasing a physical patronus has always been the standard for judging whether a person can join the Wizengamot. At the beginning, the reason why these Wizengamot members didn't like Mike was because Mike himself was not a member of the Wizengamot. They thought Mike was not worthy of sitting with them.

But now it's different. A little wizard in the third grade can release a physical patronus.

It's almost certain that he will join the Wizengamot in the future.

The two old witches next to him held Mike's hands tightly, with a strange light in their eyes.

"Is what he said true?" One of the witches asked excitedly, "What is your patronus?"

"It's a raven, ma'am."

"Oh! It turns out to be that cute little creature!" Another witch suddenly said, "Mike, you don't mind me calling you that, right? (Mike nodded) My granddaughter likes ravens the most. I want to invite you to my house after the trial is over. Is that okay?"

"Emm, this..."

Mike's expression was a little embarrassed. Fortunately, Uncle Mario stood up at this time.

"Well, Patil, Mike has promised me that he will visit my home later."

"Is that so?" Patil looked at Mike with suspicion, and Mike nodded quickly, "That's such a pity. But, Mike, I still hope you can think about it carefully. You know, my granddaughter is much prettier than Mr. Foley's daughter."

"Patil!"

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything. Mr. Foley, your temper is still so bad, it's really a bummer."

...

Mario and the witch were interacting crazily, and Mike could only smile awkwardly on the side.

At this time, Harry and Dumbledore in the audience also discovered Mike.

Dumbledore didn't seem to be surprised at all, but Harry was different. He opened his mouth wide and stared at Mike on the stage in disbelief.

Noticing Harry's gaze, Mike also smiled and blinked at Harry, indicating that he didn't need to worry.

"Silence!" Seeing that the discipline of the court was about to get out of control, Fudge shouted angrily, "This is not a question of how great the magic is. In fact, I think the greater the magic, the worse it is, because he did it in front of a Muggle!"

Hearing this, the Wizengamot members who had been watching Mike nodded.

Being able to release a physical Patronus at a young age only means that Harry is not a dark wizard and has a strong magical talent.

But this does not mean that Harry is a good citizen who abides by the law.

You must know that violating the Statute of Secrecy is a felony, and even a three-year-old child knows this.

And now Harry dared to knowingly break the law, which shows that Harry essentially does not take the law seriously at all.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the jury members turned cold again.

The damage caused by a talented criminal is far more serious than that of an ordinary criminal!

Harry in the center of the courtroom was also angry after noticing the change in the jury members' eyes. He stood up from his chair in an instant, which scared everyone in the courtroom, especially the chains beside the chair. They quickly wrapped around Harry almost at the same time as Harry stood up.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, and Dumbledore took action. As soon as the chains approached Harry, they were bounced away by a huge force.

"How dare you! Dumbledore, you dare to use spells to resist in court!"

Fudge roared, and many Wizengamot members in the jury also stood up, holding wands in their hands, as if ready to cast spells at the center of the courtroom at any time.

Harry was frightened by this change. He stood there stupidly holding those chains and the people in the jury, and he didn't know whether to sit or stand.

At this moment, Dumbledore put his big hand on his shoulder, pushed him back to the chair, and then said loudly to Fudge, "Harry was just too nervous, he did nothing wrong. As for me, I did violate the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, so Fudge, are you going to arrest me and put me in Azkaban?"

"This..."

Fudge was silent.

To be honest, if possible, Fudge really wanted to throw Dumbledore into Azkaban. But, does he dare?

No, he doesn't dare!

Dumbledore is the strongest white wizard in the world today, and he has been the headmaster of Hogwarts for decades. The students he taught are all over the Ministry of Magic in the United States, and there are also some people with extraordinary power.

If these people knew that he put Dumbledore in Azkaban because of such a small matter.

Then he...

shook his head, Fudge didn't dare to imagine the tragic scene he would face after doing so.

Seeing Fudge on the stage with a gloomier and more gloomy face but still not speaking, Dumbledore chuckled and said:

"Haha, Fudge, stop tangling with these irrelevant questions. Let me answer your first question. Harry, my student, the reason why he cast the Patronus Charm in front of a Muggle was completely because the two of them were attacked by Dementors at that time!" As

soon as these words came out, the courtroom that was originally echoing with whispers immediately became silent.

After a long while, the witch wearing a monocle frowned and asked:

"Dementors? This is impossible. Dumbledore, you should know that all Dementors are serving in Azkaban, and they will not leave Azkaban without the order of the Ministry of Magic. So, what you mean now is that someone in the Ministry of Magic ordered the Dementors to attack Harry Potter?!"