Harry Potter and the Old Ones Chapter 396

Tiera didn't stop there after being picked up from the bed, and jumped directly to London through the divine dimension.

After arriving in London, Tiera was not in a hurry to go to the Ministry of Magic, but found a coffee shop that looked more high-end and elegant. After packing a black coffee and a cake, she sat and waited in the coffee shop. up.

About twenty minutes later, Tiera stood up, walked out of the coffee shop, and disappeared around a corner—

Just a few minutes ago, the Ministry of Magic, Wizengamot on the tenth basement floor.

Harry's beating heart thumped against his Adam's apple.

He swallowed hard, twisted the heavy iron handle on the door, and walked into the tenth courtroom.

Harry gasped, unable to control himself. The deep dark room he entered was all too familiar to him, and made him tremble.

Harry had not only seen it before, but had been here once. This was where he had seen in Dumbledore's Pensieve, where he had seen the Lestranges sentenced to life in Azkaban.

The surrounding walls are made of dark stones, and the light from the torches is dim and gloomy.

On both sides of him are rows of empty benches that gradually rise, and in front of him, on the highest benches, there are many dark figures. They had been whispering just now, and an ominous silence descended as the heavy door closed behind Harry.

A cold man's voice echoed in the courtroom.

"you are late."

"I'm sorry," Harry said nervously, "I—I didn't know the time changed."

"It wasn't Wizengamore's fault," said the voice. "An owl was sent to inform you this morning. Sit down."

Harry lowered his eyes and looked at the chair in the center of the room, with chains from left to right on the arm of the chair.

He had seen these chains suddenly jump up and tie the person sitting in the middle firmly.

His feet echoed loudly across the stone floor. He sat cautiously on the edge of the chair, and the chain tinkled dangerously, but did not bind him.

Feeling dizzy and nauseated, Harry looked up at the people sitting on the upper bench.

All he could see were about fifty people, wearing purple-red robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left front chest. They all looked down at him, some with stern expressions, others with unabashed curiosity.

In the middle of the front row of benches sat Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. Fudge was a big fat man who often wore a dark yellow-green bowler hat, but he didn't wear it today.

Besides, the kind smile he always had on Harry's face when he spoke to Harry was gone today.

To Fudge's left sat a wide, square-jawed witch with short-cut gray hair and a pair of monocles, with an intimidating expression on her face.

To Fudge's right sat another witch, but she sat so far back on the bench that her face was shrouded in shadow.

"Very well," said Fudge. "The defendant is finally here, let's get started. Are you ready?"

he asked loudly across the bench.

"Yes, sir," said a voice familiar to Harry eagerly. Ron's brother Percy sat on the far edge of the front bench. Harry looked at Percy, expecting an expression of knowing him, but there was no expression on his face.

Percy's eyes, hidden behind horn-frame glasses, were staring intently at the parchment in front of him, a quill in his hand ready to write.

"August 12th trial," said Fudge, as Percy hurriedly began taking notes, "trial Harry James Potter, who lives at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for breaching the Law of the People The Reasonable Binding of Adult Wizards Act and the International Statute of Secrecy."

"Interrogators: Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge; Director of Magical Law Enforcement Division Amelia Susan Burns; Senior Deputy Minister Dolores Jane Umbridge. Trial Recorder: Purdue West Ignatius Weasley—"

"Witness for the defense: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." A loud, but calm voice suddenly resounded through this dark space.

Harry turned his head hastily, but did not see Dumbledore appearing—

Along with the other wizards in Wizengamore, Dumbledore's voice seemed to appear out of nowhere.

A mass of orange-red flames appeared out of nowhere in the air.

The flame spun and burned, getting bigger and bigger, and finally, an old man emerged from the flame—

It was Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was wearing a gorgeous golden-red robe, carrying an out of place packing tape in his hand, and a very calm expression on his face.

He came to be parallel to Harry, raised his head, and looked at Fudge through the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his hooked nose, his long silver beard and hair gleaming in the firelight that had not yet faded away. Bright.

"Harry, long time no see."

As soon as "Dumbledore" appeared, he looked at Harry first, and then handed him the packing tape in his hand, "Harry, you must not have eaten much in the morning, come on, I packed you a cake and a Coffee, go down, sit in the audience and eat slowly."

"Huh?" Harry wrapped the tape for some unknown reason, and looked at Dumbledore for some unknown reason.

"Dumbledore" didn't wait for Harry to react, he lifted him from the seat in the center of the courtroom, and pushed him towards the auditorium—

"Look and learn, Harry, watch and learn."

"Dumbledore" whispered, and then stood in the center of the courtroom—

The members of Wizengamore were whispering. All eyes were on Dumbledore. Some looked annoyed, others seemed a little scared, and the two elderly witches in the back row waved in welcome.

But Dumbledore didn't seem to know them, first greeted Harry with a smile, and then looked straight ahead.

As soon as Harry saw Dumbledore, a strong emotion rose up inside him, which made him feel at ease and full of hope, just as the Phoenix Fox singing had once brought him, which made Harry's previous feelings for Dumbledore. The anger immediately dissipated a lot.

"Ah . Our letter - know the time and location of the trial has changed?"

"No." Dumbledore said decisively, his face grim, "It's just a coincidence, I'm not here today just for Harry's business. After all, I've come to the Ministry of Magic to be exhausted, and my old bones can't be tossed. So I'm just getting ready to convene the wizards of Wizengamot today so that one of my reforms can be passed."

Harry noticed that Dumbledore's words were "passing one of my reforms", as if to state a given fact.

"You, you, what do you want to do?" Cornelius Fudge asked stutteringly, "This is, this is the trial scene of Harry Potter. You—"

"I don't think it's necessary to waste time on the Harry Potter case."

"Dumbledore" interrupted rudely, "The Act on Reasonable Restraining of Underage Wizards, Article 7 of the Act states that magic can be used in the presence of Muggles under special circumstances, including when The life of the wizard himself or other wizards or Muggles who were present at the same time was at risk... I remember the Ministry of Magic records clearly stated that Harry was using the Patronus Charm in front of Duli Dursley, right? Obviously, even if Ha Li intends to violate the secrecy law, then there are only two cases, either showing off his magical power in front of Dudley Dursley, a Muggle, a polymorphism, a fire spell, even a suspension spell or a clear spring like water, are the best. Good choice, he is a 5th grade little wizard who doesn't need to use such profound magic as the Patronus Charm."

"If he wanted to punish Dursley, why didn't Harry blow Dursley into a balloon like he did the summer before his third year?"

"Dumbledore" looked at Cornelius Fudge mockingly after a pause, and continued, "And I remember you didn't say anything when Harry blew his aunt into a balloon before, that incident is comparable It was much worse this time, and you just laughed it off."

"Dumbledore! You—" Cornelius Fudge blushed, his heart seemed to be instantly filled with shame.

"What am I?"

"Dumbledore" did not give Cornelius Fudge a chance to continue.

"We're all adults, Cornelius Fudge, so I thought you might as well speak up."

"Dumbledore" stepped up his sarcasm~www.mtlnovel.com~ Look at you, look at you, it's the tenth courtroom again, and Wizengamore again, what do you want to do? "

"Don't you just want to deal with me? Don't you just want to make a fuss about Harry against me?"

"You are so majestic, Cornelius Fudge."

"Dumbledore" continued, "You are so majestic, the lineup that tried the Death Eaters tried Harry Potter, huh..."

"You, you, you, you, you..." Cornelius Fudge's face flushed red, and he couldn't say a word except "you", it was like someone had untied the last layer of fig leaf.

"I can tell you now, no way!"

"Dumbledore" sounded like a bell:

"I tell you nothing else happened with Harry Potter, and Harry Potter's use of the Patronus Charm in the presence of Dursley was in full compliance with Section 7 of the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act. Using the Patronus Charm to protect himself and that Muggle named Dursley at the same time."

"So I think he should not only not sit here and be tried, but should be rewarded, even if he doesn't have the Order of Merlin 3rd Class, at least he should be commended in the Daily Prophet!"

"The Harry Potter case ends here!"

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