Chapter 342 The Trial is Over

"I didn't mean that, but it is undeniable that Harry and his cousin were indeed attacked by Dementors." Dumbledore said loudly to the jury, "As for whether there is someone behind this, I think some people know it best."

Dumbledore's sarcastic words made the jury members look at Fudge with unfriendly eyes. They were not fools. They had already seen that Fudge and Dumbledore were not getting along since then. And with Fudge's character and IQ, it was understandable that he did what Dumbledore said.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Fudge exploded. The muscles on his red face were twitching constantly. Suddenly, he slammed the table with a loud noise, and then yelled at Dumbledore,

"You are lying!"

He then turned his gaze to the jury and explained,

"Every time the Ministry of Magic dispatches Dementors to go out on a mission, it will conduct strict reporting and notification. Even if I want to dispatch Dementors, I need to notify the Director of the Auror Office and the Warden of Azkaban in advance. And you all know how upright Scrimgeour, the current Director of the Auror Office, is. If I really sent Dementors to attack Harry Potter, he would never agree."

Fudge's man-eating gaze fell on Harry again,

"Then there is only one final result, and that is Harry Potter, he is lying!"

Fudge's voice was firm, and many members of the jury instinctively nodded in agreement.

"I'm not lying!" Harry held the handle of the chair tightly, veins popping out of his hands, "Dementors did attack us!"

"You're still lying! Dear Wizengamot members, the prisoner in front of you is a habitual liar! In fact, when he was warned by the Ministry of Magic for using spells without permission during the summer vacation, he lied that a house elf broke into his house and cast a spell! Ha! A house elf! Breaking in for no reason..."

"Cough cough cough!"

Fudge was only halfway through his words when a loud cough interrupted him.

"Minister Fudge, in fact," Mike said, seeing that his cough attracted the attention of everyone present, "in fact, the house elf who broke into Harry's house and used magic to destroy it is now working for me."

"Working for you!?"

"Yes, he is now a member of the Los Santos Group, specializing in the cleaning of the Los Santos headquarters." Mike said, "If you need, I can ask him to testify in person."

After that, Mike smiled and blinked at Harry, and the latter looked at Mike gratefully.

"This... this doesn't prove anything, even if..."

"Enough, Fudge." Dumbledore said, "In fact, we have a witness who can prove that Dementors did attack Harry and his cousin."

Fudge's fat face became even redder, and he stared blankly at Dumbledore below. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm afraid we don't have time to listen to this nonsense, Dumbledore, I hope to deal with this matter quickly..."

"Maybe I don't remember it accurately," Dumbledore's mouth curled up, "but I believe that according to the Wizengamot Charter of Rights, the defendant has the right to invite witnesses to testify in court, right, Ms. Bones?"

"Yes! That's right," the woman with a monocle said, adjusting her glasses, "Then where is the witness you mentioned now?"

"I brought her here, she's outside the door now."

"Weasley, go!"

Fudge said to Percy viciously, and then Percy immediately stood up and ran to the door along the stone steps as fast as he could.

A moment later, Percy came back, and behind him was an old woman.

The old woman looked very nervous, and she walked tremblingly, as if she might die here at any time.

Seeing this, Dumbledore conjured a chair for her to sit down, and then Fudge shouted without stopping:

"Name!"

"Arabella Dorien Figg, I saw a Dementor attack that day..."

The old woman named Figg was startled by Fudge's voice, and she spoke quickly and hurriedly, as if she was reciting lines.

Fudge smiled at this, but then he frowned again and said viciously:

"I didn't ask you that!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"In our records, there is no wizard living in that area except Harry Potter, so who are you?"

Mrs. Figg was silent for a long time. After a long time, as if she finally mustered up the courage, she bravely raised her head and panted in a tone that was almost sarcastic:

"I'm a Squib, so you won't register my name, right?"

"Squib, huh?" Fudge looked at her with suspicion and said, "We will verify it. (Fudge looked at the jury) By the way, can a Squib see Dementors?"

Fudge's words made the jury members laugh. Everyone laughed and looked at Mrs. Figg, and their eyes were as if they were looking at a bear performing in a circus.

"Yes, we can see it..."

Mrs. Figg lowered her head, her voice stammered, and her eyes were red.

The laughter in the courtroom completely destroyed the little courage she had just mustered.

"What did you say? I can't hear you clearly!"

Fudge smiled and put his hands to his ears to make a trumpet shape, and his action made the laughter even louder.

"She said they could see it!"

Dumbledore frowned and stared coldly at Fudge and the jury members.

Everyone who was swept by his gaze seemed to be attacked by Dementors. The smiles quickly disappeared from their faces and returned to their original serious appearance.

"Uh-huh!" Fudge coughed, loosened his tie, and pretended that nothing had happened. "Okay, then, tell us, what did you see that night?"

Ms. Figg, who had been lowering her head, now raised her head and looked at Dumbledore with gratitude.

Hearing Fudge's inquiry, she quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeves, then took a deep breath and said firmly:

"That night, when I went out to buy cat food, I heard a commotion in the alley between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Road. I walked to the entrance of the alley and saw the Dementors chasing Harrybert and his cousin!"

"What do they look like?"

"They are very big and wearing cloaks! Their cloaks are tattered, but also very big, so big that they cover their faces..."

As Ms. Figg's story deepened, the whispers in the courtroom rang again.

Many people sitting next to Mike cast sarcastic eyes at Figg in the audience.

Yes, Ms. Figg's description of the appearance of the Dementors was very detailed, but no one believed that she had really seen the Dementors, because she did not describe the essence of the Dementors at all!

That kind of damp, emotionless, and chilling feeling, as long as you touch it once, you will never forget it in your life!

"Yes, they were big and wearing tattered cloaks." Fudge repeated Figg's words in a sarcastic tone, and then snorted sarcastically, "I see, is there anything else?"

"Yes." Figg said, "but when they appeared, everything became very cold. It was a very hot summer! Then I felt... it seemed that all happiness disappeared from the world... I remembered... terrible things..."

Figg's voice trembled and gradually became inaudible, and the whispers in the courtroom also disappeared.

"They, emm," Fudge licked his lips and said, "What did they do?"

"They pounced on the two boys. One boy fell down, and the other retreated while trying to repel the Dementors. This is Harry. He tried twice, but unfortunately he only conjured up silver smoke. It was not until the third time that he conjured up a Patronus and drove away the two Dementors."

Fudge and Bones looked at each other, and then pursed his lips and said:

"Very good, you can go."

Ms. Figg looked at Fudge timidly, and then at Dumbledore.

It was not until Dumbledore nodded that he stood up from the chair and walked out of the courtroom tremblingly.

It was not until the door of the courtroom was heavily closed that Fudge said arrogantly:

"This witness is hard to convince!"

"Oh? I don't think so," Bones said, "Her description of the Dementors was very accurate. I can't imagine why she would say that if they were not there."

"Then the question is," Dumbledore's voice attracted everyone's attention, "Why did the Dementors suddenly appear in that place?"

"I repeat again!" Fudge stood up suddenly, "There can't be spies in the Ministry of Magic!"

Bones agreed:

"Yes, dispatching Dementors to go out on missions requires a lot of procedures, and no one can send Dementors without telling everyone."

"Don't worry," Dumbledore smiled, "I didn't say that there was a spy in the Ministry of Magic. Maybe the person who ordered the Dementors to attack Harry was not from the Ministry of Magic?"

"That's impossible. No one except the Ministry of Magic can order Dementors!"

"That's not necessarily true."

"Enough!"

Seeing that the trial was about to turn into a farce, Bones spoke up to stop the argument between Dumbledore and Fudge, and said to everyone:

"Let's not argue about this anymore! Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic will investigate why the Dementors appeared in Privet Drive and attacked Harry! Now, let's solve another matter first, okay?" Dumbledore

nodded, and then Bones bowed to the jury and continued:

"Now, please raise your hands if you agree that the charges are not established."

Hearing this, almost everyone, including Mike and Mario, raised their hands.

A smile immediately bloomed on Harry's face. He looked at Dumbledore, as if he wanted to say something to thank him, but because he was too nervous, he couldn't say anything.

"It seems that there is no need to take the next vote." Bones looked at Fudge, "What do you think?"

Fudge's head kept twisting, and his eyes swept across the faces of the jury members, as if he wanted to remember the faces of those who raised their hands.

After a while, he finally stopped, took two deep breaths, and said in a voice that was a little distorted:

"Very good, very good... the charges are not established!"

"Great!" Dumbledore said happily, "Well, I have to go. I wish you all a good day."

After that, he walked out of the courtroom quickly without even looking at Harry.

"We have to go too."

Mario patted Mike's shoulder.

"Wait a minute," Mike replied without looking back, "I think I have to comfort my friend."

Following Mike's gaze, Mario saw Harry standing in the audience, who was in a daze, and nodded:

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the hall."

After that, Uncle Mario straightened his clothes and left his seat.

And Mike came to Harry's side and put his arm on his shoulder.

"Are you okay, Harry?"

"Oh! It's Mike!" Harry was startled, but then he said in a dull tone, "I'm fine, but..."

"Okay, let's not stay here anymore, let's go out and talk, okay?"

As he said that, Mike helped the exhausted Harry to follow the crowd to the door.

Just after walking out of the door, Mike saw Sirius Black sticking his head out, anxiously looking for something in the crowd.

Seeing this, Mike waved his hand and said loudly:

"Black, we are here!"

"Oh! Are you okay?" Black roughly pushed through the crowd, came to the two of them and hugged Harry, "I just saw Dumbledore, but he looked very anxious and didn't say anything to me."

"It's over, all the accusations are not established."

Hearing Mike's words, Black hugged Harry and cheered.

Harry, who was hugged, said nothing, but just smiled very reluctantly.

How could Mike not know what Harry was thinking? He was just angry because he was ignored by Dumbledore just now. So he patted Harry's shoulder again and said:

"Dumbledore may really have something urgent to do. You don't have to be so sad!"

"That's right! Be happy. We have won a big victory! We have to have a party to celebrate!" Black patted Harry on the back and said excitedly, "Mike, you come with us too!"

"No, I already have an appointment."

Faced with Mike's refusal, Black did not show that he was too sad. After a few polite words, he could not wait to take Harry away from the Ministry of Magic.

After Black and others left, Mike also came to the hall and met Uncle Mario who had been waiting there.

"Let's go, Mike." Mario took out his pocket watch and looked at it. "The time is just right. We can still make it in time for lunch."