"Arabella Dorion Feige. Mrs. Figg said in a slightly trembling voice.

"Well, there's no record of you on Privet Road or even in Little Whinging," Phoenix asked.

"I'm a resident of Little Whitkin, and I live right next to Harry Potter's house. Mrs. Feige said. "I'm a Squib, so you won't register my name, will you?"

"Squib, oh," Phoenix's long voice was sarcastic, "we'll verify, and you'll tell my recorder Weasley about your parents later." By the way, I'm skeptical that the Squib can see Dementors. ”

"We can see. Mrs. Feige said in a fierce tone.

Phoenix is noncommittal.

"What's your claim?"

"On the evening of August 2nd, about nine o'clock, I went out to the corner shop at the corner of Wisteria Road to buy cat food," Mrs. Feige said at once as quickly as if she had memorized everything she had to say, "and then I heard a commotion in the alley between Magnolia Crescent Street and Wisteria Road. I walked to the alley and saw the Dementors running—"

"Run—" Phoenix said, raising an eyebrow, "Dementors don't run." ”

"I mean—well—sliding," said Mrs. Figg hastenedly, her shriveled face flushed, "sliding down the alley, pounced on what looked like two boys. ”

"What do they look like?" said Phoenix, his eyes narrowed, and he didn't seem to believe the testimony.

"Oh, one is big, the other is skinny—"

"No, no," Phoenix said impatiently, "I'm talking about Dementors. ”

"Oh," said Mrs. Feige, now the flush spread to her neck, "and they were big, big, and cloaked. ”

On the second row of benches, a short, stocky male wizard with a large black beard leaned into the ear of a nearby female wizard with curly hair. The sorceress sneered and nodded.

"Big, cloaked," Phoenix repeated coldly, "anything else?"

It seems that Phoenix has already made up his mind if Mrs. Feige has nothing else to say.

"Yes," said Mrs. Fig, "I feel them. Everything was getting cold, and don't forget that it was a very hot summer night. Then I felt - it seemed as if all the joy had disappeared from the world - and I remembered - terrible things-"

Her voice trembled, and she faded out of her voice.

"What did the Dementors do?" Phoenix thought for a moment, as if judging the veracity of her testimony.

"They pounced on the two boys," said Mrs. Feige, whose voice was now more powerful and confident, and the blush on her face receded. One boy fell, and the other backed away as he tried to fight off the Dementors. This is Harry. He tried twice, and all he got was silver smoke. On the third attempt, he conjured a Patronus. The Patronus rushed over and knocked down the first Dementor, and then it mustered up the courage to drive the second Dementor away from Cousin Harry's side. That's what happened -- that's what happened. Mrs. Figg finished, her voice a little weak.

Mrs. Bones looked silently at Mrs. Feige. Fudge didn't look at her, just fiddling with his papers. Phoenix said calmly, "That's what you see, right?"

"It's what happened. Mrs. Figg said it again.

"Very well," said Fudge, "you can go." ”

"Wait," Phoenix stopped Fudge's request, "the witness's statements are not very reliable, and what she says can be prepared in advance." ”

"Really?" said Bones in a booming voice, "she accurately portrays the power of the Dementors' attacks. ”

Phoenix turned to look at Bones.

"Dear Madam, you should understand that it is not a difficult thing to get a witness to give false testimony. Coercion, intimidation, coercion, and all sorts of magic can make her give false testimony. As far as I can think of, there are several kinds of magic such as the Imperius Curse, the Confusion Charm, and the Polyjuice Potion that can be done, and it is not impossible to directly modify the memory of the whole person in a more advanced way. The members of the Wizengamot became restless, and Fudge's face became panicked and agitated. This can be said to be an allusion to Dumbledore's finding someone for Harry to testify against, and Dumbledore still smiling and sitting motionless.

"No—yes, that's what I was trying to say. The testimony of witnesses is unreliable. Fudge plucked up the courage to say to Dumbledore.

"Fortunately, we have a way of discerning whether a certifier's claims are credible. I would like to use the additional provision of Article 35 of the Wizengamot Charter to extract the memories of witnesses and testimony when necessary. Phoenix ignored Fudge's words.

"This-this-I don't think it's necessary, it's not a criminal court. Hearing this, Fudge changed his words again.

"However, the criteria for your arrangement are the specifications of the criminal court, and they meet the conditions for invocation under Article 35. Bones supported and agreed to Phoenix's request. Thus, article 35 comes into force in the event that one of the interrogators objecting and the presiding judge and the other interrogator agree.

He looked down at Harry from above and said grimly, "I have to warn you, Mr. Potter. Once we find that the testimony of the witness you provide is perjury, any evidence and witnesses you provide will not be admissible. ”

Harry glanced quickly at Mrs. Figg, then at Dumbledore. Neither of them paid attention, and he hung his head abruptly.

"Mr. Greengrass, please retrieve memories of Mr. Potter's encounter with the Dementors on the night of August 12th. ”

Daphne's brother nodded in understanding, drew his wand and stood in front of Mrs. Figg, and began to guide him.

Regent telekinesis is a kind of magic that requires high magical skills, not everyone can do it, and the level of memory also determines the quality of the memory and the ability to find the distance of the memory time. A highly skilled person can search for the scene when a person has just opened his eyes in infancy. And the rookie can only find the memories of the last few days.

To be on the safe side, he thought it would be too embarrassing to find someone who knew his abilities better, in case the person appointed by Phoenix didn't know this magic.

Weasley pulled out the Wright Memory Ball. ”

Percy was visibly stunned, not immediately carrying out Phoenix's orders for the first time. Ms. Bones empathetically left her seat and said, "Come on, it's been a long time since anyone has used the Thirty-Fifth Rider. ”

She left her seat and walked over to the black stone wall of the platform opposite Harry, and pressed her wand to the stone wall, and a small rectangular piece of stone vanished. A metal hand sticks out of the hollow, embedded with a transparent crystal ball the size of a memory ball, but with two golden metal bars engraved with tiny symbols.

Bones took the Wright memory ball and handed it to Perth.

She's right. Using a Wright Memory Ball once is staggeringly expensive. Because this magical technique violates one of the basic laws of Gamp's transformation, the volume of a magical creation must be proportional to the power of magic.

Its production process is strictly confidential, directly managed by the International Federation of Wizards, and distributed to member countries in a unified, quantitative and paid manner. How it does it break Gamp's basic deformation law has been a mystery.

The Ministry of Magic has always maintained the unspoken rule that if you don't use it, you can't use it, and later, on the grounds that the Ministry of Magic is short of funds, it added that the use fee will be paid by the chief judge, which is a rather absurd explicit provision.

Since then, not many chief judges have been willing to pay a lot of money out of their own pockets, and there is a lot to be done about this. However, there are many loopholes in the magic law, and there are not many of them.

It took a while for Wright to fill the memory ball with white mist. Perth looked at Phoenix, who nodded.