"You're late. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" A cold man's voice echoed through the courtroom.

"I'm sorry!" Harry said hurriedly, looking nervous, "I—we didn't know the time had changed. ”

He lowered his gaze and looked at the two chairs in the center of the room, the armrests of which were chained to the left and the right.

He had seen the chains suddenly burst up and tie the man sitting in the middle.

Harry looked up again, and as far as he could see, there were about fifty of them, dressed in fuchsia robes, with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left chest.

They all looked down at the two of them, some with stern expressions, others unabashedly curious.

In the middle of the row of benches in front of him sat Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

Fudge was a big fat man who often wore a dull yellow-green bowler hat, though he didn't wear it today.

In addition, the kind smile that he used to wear when he spoke to Evan and Harry was gone today.

Instead, there was a cold expression, indifferent and scared, maybe this is what he really is.

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

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

"That's not the fault of the Wizengamot. "An owl was sent to inform you this morning," said Fudge. ”

"Obviously, we haven't heard from the Wizengamot, Mr. Minister!" Evan looked around, his gaze falling on Fudge above, "Actually, we probably didn't expect that a minor using magic and a small matter about the veracity of the report would be tried by the Wizengamot Supreme Criminal Court. I've read a lot of books about it, but it's never mentioned in the books. ”

There was an awkward silence, and Evan noticed several wizards moving uneasily in their chairs.

They didn't expect Evan to say such a thing, and they weren't prepared for it at all.

Obviously, his words hit the nail on the head.

If this matter were to be spread today, it would be a shame for the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot to put on such a battle against the two little wizards.

"And, if I'm not mistaken, Rita Skeeter, a special correspondent for Hogwarts Wizardry and Wizardry, asked the Ministry of Magic to interview the trial, and I didn't see her. Evan continued, taking advantage of the victory.

"Her application was not granted, don't think I don't know what you're up to. Fudge said irritably.

"Our intention is to report the details of this case in a truthful and objective manner, and as far as I know, it is permissible for others to accompany you in a case of this level, and it seems that the Ministry of Magic does not have the right to refuse Rita's interview for the sake of fairness. Evan said, smiling at the corners of his mouth.

"I don't need you to remind us what we should do, you ......"

"Minister!" reminded the witch on the right beside him softly, revealing a toad-like face forward, "I want you two to sit down first, Mr. Mason, and we're going to judge Potter for using magic, and you can watch, but please be silent." ”

"No problem, obviously, you're talking here. Evan said.

There was another awkward silence as his feet echoed loudly across the stone floor.

Harry followed him, carefully sitting on the edge of his chair.

The chain rang menacingly, but it didn't tie him up.

He swallowed, feeling dizzy and nauseous, and he looked at Evan and then at the men sitting on the upper bench.

In the space of a few seconds, Fudge and Umbridge seemed to agree to convict Harry first, regardless of Evan.

As long as it is confirmed that Harry used magic illegally, then Evan's Hogwarts Wizardry and Wizardry is naturally a false report.

When the time comes, it will be much easier to solve everything.

Otherwise, if Evan continues to ask this question, today's trial is likely to become a joke.

Evan asked two questions in a row, and many of the members of the Wizengamot were already a little unable to sit still, they thought that today's battle was really too much for the two children, and they didn't approve of Fudge's doing this, but now it was good that they were pointed out by one of the children in person.

"Alright!" Fudge said angrily, trying not to look at Evan, "the defendant is finally here, let's get started." ”

"By the way, are you ready?" he asked aloud toward the other end of the bench.

"Yes, sir. A familiar voice said eagerly.

Evan narrowed his eyes and saw Ron's brother Percy sitting at the very edge of the bench in the front row.

Harry looked at Percy, expecting him to show an expression of knowing them, but he had no expression on his face.

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

"The trial of August 12th!" said Fudge, as Percy busily began to take notes, "in the case of Harry James Potter, who lives at 4 Privet Road in the Little Whitking borough of Surrey, for violating the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act and the International Secrecy Act. ”

"Interrogators: Connelly Osval de Fudge, Minister of Magic, Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Law Enforcement of Magic, and Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Deputy Secretary. Trial Recorder: Percy Ignay Hughes Weasley......"

"Witness for the Defence: Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore. ”

A calm voice behind them said, and Harry turned his head sharply, nearly spraining his neck.

Evan turned his head as well, and saw Dumbledore striding over with composure.

He seemed to have just apparitioned, and he didn't know how he had calculated the time so well.

He was dressed in a black and blue robe, and he had an extremely serene expression on his face.

Dumbledore walked parallel to Evan and Harry, looked up, and looked at Fudge through half-moon-shaped glasses perched on the bridge of his hooked nose, his long silver-white beard and hair glistening in the light of the torches.

In the next second, the members of the Wizengamot were all whispering to each other, all eyes on Dumbledore.

Some looked annoyed, others seemed a little frightened, and the two elderly witches sitting in the back row waved in welcome.

Seeing Dumbledore, Evan knew that he didn't have to say anything today, just sit on the sidelines and watch the show go on.

As soon as Harry saw Dumbledore, a strong emotion rose in his heart, making him feel grounded and full of hope, just like the feeling that Phoenix Fawkes's singing once brought him, he wanted to make eye contact with Dumbledore, but Dumbledore did not look at him, but continued to look up at Fudge, who was obviously panicked.

This is the most direct head-to-head battle between him and Fudge, and it hasn't started yet, but in terms of momentum, Fudge has already lost!