"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 had the feeling 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 residence! Is this possible?"

"The house elf is currently at Hogwarts." After saying that, 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 house elf nonsense." 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 many Wizengamot members' expressions become subtle.

"But I remember your original words were:" Harry paused deliberately and repeated: "We won't punish you for such a trivial matter. It was an accident. We won't punish people just to flatter our aunt.

Sent to Azkaban."

Harry looked at Dumbledore again and added: "To be honest, I ran away from home and was so moved by your words."

"Yes, I also remember this incident. You were very kind and did not press charges at the time. I think you agree that even the best wizards are not always able to control their emotions." Dumbledore said calmly.

Because at this moment Fudge was hurriedly wiping the ink off his notes.

The courtroom fell into an eerie silence again, because if the previous two incidents were revealed, today's trial would be meaningless. At most, it would be a warning.

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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 dementors," he told everyone.

"I'm sure this is a well-rehearsed lie!" Fudge roared excitedly.

"I have evidence." Harry said firmly, "I have evidence to prove that what I said is true."

"Have you encountered a dementor?" Amelia Bones glanced at Fudge and asked.

"Yes, I have witnesses."

"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 for the Patronus Charm to protect myself." Harry said honestly.

"It's amazing," Ms. Bones told everyone. "It's really amazing that he can conjure up a real patron saint 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 courtroom. The Mr. Anderson mentioned in Harry Potter was sitting there, with the same calm expression on his face, as if

The person just mentioned is not like him.

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

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

"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 rendered speechless by Harry's words.

Yes, the person under trial can provide 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 incident.

The trial like a joke is a farce created by the Minister of Magic, but the authority of the Wizengamot must be automatically maintained by all members of the Wizengamot, at least a semblance of fairness must be maintained, 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 frustrated. He knew that he couldn't do anything to Harry Potter today.

Harry turned to look at Dumbledore.

"I brought her," said Dumbledore, "and she's right outside the door."

Mrs. Figg was quickly brought in by Percy, and she looked equally calm.

Yes, it's very calm, eerily calm, just like Harry Potter, not affected by the atmosphere here at all.

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. I live next to Harry Potter's house."

"In our records, apart from Harry Potter, there are no wizards living in Little Whinging." Ms. Bones frowned. "That area is always under close surveillance."

"Squibs are not on your record," Mrs. Figg said quietly.

"Squib?" Fudge looked at Mrs. Figg condescendingly. "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 night 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, which contained several photos from that time. I think this must be more convincing than my statement."

As she said that, Mrs. Figg actually took out a few photos from her pocket in front of everyone, "The photos above captured the scene when Potter was attacked by dementors."

The courtroom suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

"Photo? Are you sure you're not joking." Fudge felt that this was very ridiculous.

"I also received a letter from an 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 photos 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 calmly.

"But the dementors ran into a Muggle residential area and happened to meet a wizard?" Fudge said contemptuously.

"If these two Dementors have recently accepted instructions from someone outside the Ministry of Magic, then that's not necessarily the case." Dumbledore said calmly. "Of course, these two special Dementors may also

Not under the control of the Ministry of Magic..."

"There is no Dementor that is not under the control of the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge's face turned brown and he roared sternly.

"No, Dumbledore, I think what the Minister said makes sense. In fact, I was told that this was an elaborate plot, and that the person who let the dementors attack me was someone present.

"Harry glanced at Dumbledore, the smile on his face became even more charming, and even Dumbledore frowned.

"This is slander, naked slander." Fudge roared.

"He thinks someone wants me to be expelled and lose my identity as a wizard." Harry put his fingers on his throat, easily released the Loud Voice Curse, and suppressed Fudge's roar: "It turns out that he was right.

, whether it is being attacked by dementors or a trivial matter such as a minor using magic, it is now being tried in a formal criminal court. The trial time was finally adjusted, and I, the client, did not know it yet. Of course, I

There is no evidence to accuse who did it, but I know that the person who sent the dementors to attack me will be imprisoned in Azkaban for life in a few years, so I am not angry and never doubt the prophecy.

Whether it’s true or not, after all, it’s a prediction that cost thousands of galleons to make.”

"Did you find 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 are as ruthless as his charges, and he never makes 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 tough, but tough-headed.

"Even if the Wizengamot thinks he is guilty, the Ministry of Magic still has no right to expel Harry Potter." Albert reminded.
To be continued...