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"Murder?" Fudge said in a gruff voice, "it's just nonsense, it sounds ridiculous." You've written so many stories in the last few years, from basilisks to mystery men, and now someone in the Ministry of Magic who tried to kill Harry Potter?"

"But it is quite possible that it is true, Mr. Minister. "Just look it up, and you'll know that if someone has ordered a Dementor, they'll definitely leave a clue, and there aren't many people in the Ministry of Magic who have the authority to order a Dementor......"

"You're not trying to say I'm trying to murder Harry Potter, are you?!" Fudge roared, his face turning maroon, "crazy, it's not normal at all. Look, Dumbledore, this is the student you taught, you don't still believe this child's nonsense, do you?"

There were no more than five Dementors within the Ministry of Magic, and Fudge naturally thought that Evan would talk about him.

He's like a dynamite keg now, exploding at the slightest touch.

It is simply impossible to reason with him and analyze this matter calmly.

Umbridge coughed softly and leaned out of the shadows to see her clearly.

She lived like a large pale toad, short and fat, with a broad, loose-skinned face, like Harry's Aunt Vernon, with a large mouth drooping downward, and large, round, slightly bulging outwards.

Even the little black velvet bow that wore on her short curls reminded one of a big fly.

It looked like she was about to stick out her long slimy tongue to catch it.

"Oh!" said Fudge, gasping, "and this presiding officer has given Senior Secretary Dolores Jane Umbridge the floor. ”

So, she spoke in a voice that was fussy and shrill like a little girl.

"I'm sorry, but I'm sure I got you wrong. She said, a smirk on her face, her big round eyes still as cold as they had been before, "I'm so stupid, but I think for a moment, Mr. Mason seemed to be accusing the Ministry of Magic of ordering the attack on this boy?"

She let out a laugh like a silver bell, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

Several members of the Wizengamot laughed with her, but none of them really found it funny, which was all too obvious.

"It's just a possibility, and it's not the Ministry, it's someone in the Ministry. ”

"What's the difference?" Fudge said huffingly.

"I think what Evan said makes a lot of sense, and that's exactly what I'm trying to say. Dumbledore said mildly, "If the Dementors did only take orders from the Ministry, and if those two Dementors did attack Harry and his cousin a week ago, then it is logical to assume that someone from the Ministry of Magic ordered the Dementors to attack." Of course, these two special Dementors may also be outside the control of the Ministry of Magic......"

"There's not a single Dementor who isn't under the control of the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge snapped.

Dumbledore bowed slightly, a smile on his face.

"It is obvious, then, that the Ministry of Magic will undoubtedly thoroughly investigate why those two Dementors had run so far away from Azkaban, and why they were attacking people without permission. ”

"That's enough, that's enough, Dumbledore, it's not your turn to decide what the Ministry of Magic does or doesn't do!" Fudge said roughly, his face completely fuchsia, "You and the kid next to you don't dictate to the Ministry, you don't have that right." ”

"Of course it is. Dumbledore said unhurriedly, "But as an ordinary person who cares about the progress of this matter, I just say that I believe that this matter will be investigated." ”

He glanced at Miss Bones, who readjusted her monocle and glared at Dumbledore again, as if she understood something.

"I want to remind you that the actions of those two Dementors, even if they are not the product of the whims of these two children, are not the subject of this interrogation!" Fudge said, gasping and turning his head away from them, "We are here to interrogate Harry Potter for violating the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards!"

"Of course!" said Dumbledore, "but the presence of Dementors in the alleys is closely related to this case, and Article 7 of the Act states that magic may be used in the presence of Muggles in exceptional circumstances, such as when the life of the wizard himself or other wizards or Muggles present at the same time is threatened......

"We're familiar with Article 7, thank you so much!" Fudge roared.

"Of course it is. Dumbledore said without humility, "Then we all agree that Harry's circumstances when he used the Divine Protector Charm fit within the scope of the special circumstances described in Article 7?"

"That means if there are Dementors, I'm skeptical. ”

"You've heard from an eyewitness. Dumbledore interrupted him, "If you still suspect that she is not telling the truth, you might as well call her in again and ask a new question, I don't think she will object." ”

"I, that, I, .......no," Fudge yelled angrily, fiddling with the paper in front of him, "I want to finish this today, Dumbledore!"

"But you will certainly take the trouble to listen to the testimony of a witness, for hasty action can lead to serious miscarriage of justice. ”

"Serious miscalculation, my God!" Fudge said, in a high-voiced voice, "Dumbledore, have you bothered to calculate how many ridiculous lies this kid has made up to cover up his blatant misuse of magic outside of school! I think you've probably forgotten the hovering spell he used three years ago......"

"That's not me, it's a house-elf!" Harry said.

"See?" Fudge roared, gesturing exaggeratedly to Harry, "a house-elf, in a Muggle house, is that possible?"

"The house-elf is currently employed by Aven, and he is in the Hogwarts kitchen. Dumbledore said, "If you wish, I can summon him here at once to testify." ”

"I—no, I don't have time to listen to house-elf!And, not only that, but he blew his aunt up, oh my god!" Fudge shouted, slamming his fist on the judge's bench and knocking over a bottle of ink.

"You were very kind enough not to make accusations at the time, and I think you agree that even the best wizards don't always control their emotions. Dumbledore said calmly, and Fudge scrambled to wipe the ink off his notes.

"And that Evan Mason next to him, he's been in trouble for a few years, and we're so lenient with these two kids!" Fudge continued to shout, "Just last year's Quidditch World Cup final, he duel that damn vampire in front of all wizards in the world, and he used a Transfiguration ......"

"Obviously, but it's not Aven's fault, it's the Ministry of Magic's responsibility, if you can make sure the game is safe, Aven won't have to risk his life and dangerous vampires to fight. Connelly, are you going to pursue this?"