Perth let go of his hand, and the Wright memory ball fell to the ground and shattered. A white mist was like a tornado, turning faster and bigger, enveloping the entire courtroom in an instant. Watching the mist fly in front of me at high speed, my skin didn't feel anything.

A small black dot appeared in front of Phoenix's eyes, and in an instant it exploded. Houses, streets, trees, sky, land and everything else.

Harry and Weasley sat on the floor, Dumbledore supporting Mrs. Feige tremblingly. The others had already stood in advance, standing in such a large group on a deserted street, the rumbling of cars in the distance, the rustle of leaves in the distance, and the mild and pleasant summer temperatures.

Mrs. Feige of her memory hurried to the alley ahead, from where the sound of a fierce quarrel could be heard.

"Dudley, come back! you're heading for it!" a terrible, shrill shout.

"Dudley, keep your mouth shut! whatever you do, keep your mouth shut, wand!" followed by an even more anxious, louder voice. The group followed Mrs. Feige to the entrance of the alley, where they saw a Dementor knocking a strong boy to the ground, their faces barely a few inches apart.

The Dementors were sucking him. There were several frightened cries from Phoenix's side. He turned his head to see that the faces of the Wizengamot members turned pale, and Phoenix himself felt a chill, as if someone had put a few huge ice cubes beside him, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Mrs. Feige was already standing still, her face pale and her eyes widening in horror. His eyes were blank, apparently affected by the Dementors.

Harry stumbled back a few steps and raised his wand. "Divine Guardian!" A puff of silver smoke billed from the wand's head, slowing the Dementor's movements, but the spell didn't quite work.

Seeing the Dementors coming at him, Harry stumbled on the soles of his feet and took two more steps back, a pair of slimy, crusted gray hands reaching out from the Dementors' robes to grab him.

"Divine Protection!" his voice was muffled and distant. Another puff of silver smoke, even weaker than before, erupted from the wand's head

"Divine Guard!"

A large silver stag erupted from Harry's wand head, two antlers piercing the Dementor's heart. The Dementors were knocked backwards, weightless like the darkness around them. The stag rushed forward, and the Dementor flipped to the side like a bat and fled in a hurry.

"This way!" Harry shouted at the stag. He turned and ran down the alley, his lighted wand in his hand. "Dudley-Dudley-"

He ran a dozen steps before he reached them.

"Catch it!" Harry shouted, and with a quick whistling sound, the silver stag he had conjured ran past him. It was too late, and the silver antlers stabbed it, picking it up and throwing it into the air. Like its companion, it fled, engulfed in darkness. The stag jogged to the end of the alley and disappeared into a puff of silver smoke.

A warm breeze blew through the alley. The rustling of leaves in the neighbor's garden and the earthly sound of cars on Magnolia Crescent Street filled the night sky again.

Mrs. Figg came to her senses and ran towards Harry.

"Don't hide, silly boy!" She screamed, "What if there are still their people around—oh, I'm going to kill Mundungus Fletsch!"

"What?" asked Harry, confused.

"He's gone!" said Mrs. Feig, wringing her hands, "to meet somebody, to talk about a batch of cauldrons that have fallen from a broomstick!

Dumbledore gave Phoenix a sharp look, and he drew his wand. The memory stopped here, Harry, Mrs. Figg, and Dudley were all motionless, all voices gone.

He waved his wand again, and all sights vanished. They were back in court. Phoenix glanced left and right, and an elderly witch stood up, her face ugly.

"Fudge, what's going on? Have you lost control of the Dementors?" Fudge's face flushed, his fists clenched. Several people also stood up and shouted reprimands.

"Quiet!" Phoenix tapped, "don't talk about anything that isn't relevant to this case." ”

After saying that, he summoned the Patronus to eliminate the negative emotions that had just been left behind. The silver-white phoenix circled the courtroom and landed at his hand.

"Good, you can go. Phoenix said to Mrs. Fig.

Mrs. Feige glanced at Phoenix and Dundedo with frightened eyes, then stood up and walked slowly to the door.

When the door slammed shut, Phoenix crossed his fingers and blocked his mouth and nose.

"I'm sure you don't have any doubts about the Dementors. "The Wright memory ball will put the user in the subjective emotions of the memory person," the defense witness made the final reply. ”

"Of course," Dumbledore said, "the presence of Dementors in the alleys has a lot to do with this case. Article 7 of the Act states that magic may be used in the presence of Muggles in exceptional circumstances, including when the life of the wizard or other wizards or Muggles present at the same time is threatened. Then I think the situation in which Harry used the Charm fits into the category of special circumstances described in Article 7. ”

Phoenix was not seeking the advice of the two interrogators.

"I now make my final case in the case of Harry James Potter's violation of the Law on the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards and the International Secrets Act, and if all charges are confirmed, you will be sentenced to two weeks' imprisonment in Azkaban, and your wand will be confiscated and your Hogwarts student expelled. If all charges are not confirmed, you will be acquitted in court. Do you have any questions?"

"No—no, sir. Harry said with a stiff tongue.

"If you agree that the accusation is not substantiated, please raise your hand. This time no one made a sound, one hand was raised, most of them raised their hands at a glance, and Phoenix also raised his hand when he looked left and right.

"Raise your hand if you are in favor of the crime. "No one raises their hand, and those who remain will be seen as abstaining.

"Drop all charges!" Phoenix struck with a crisp blow of the gavel.

Closed!

"Great. Dumbledore said cheerfully, quickly standing up, drawing his wand and turning the two chintz armchairs away, "Alright, I have to go." Have a nice day. ”

After a few words to Weasley, Phoenix followed Harry empty-handed.

"It seems that you are not well prepared, Minister. Phoenix whispered as he passed Fudge. He stopped packing his things.

"You see that, right?" Fudge looked around nervously and saw that everyone was packing up, "Dumbledore had someone around Potter - he was going to overthrow me, you know, he's already gathered his men." He's going to use Potter's public influence—"

"I don't deny it. He left Fudge, who had lost his sense of proportion, and Fudge, who had begun to be delusional, and left the courtroom.

Outside, Harry and Hermione were standing with a hunchbacked old man.

"Arthur, I can't wait so long, he asked me to take you first-" Seeing Phoenix, he abruptly stopped. Then the door to the courtroom opened again, and the members of the Wizengamot rushed out.