The Ministry of Magic, Daphany, is frequented, and some cross-border transactions are always around this place. But it was the first time that Daphany had been to the Inquisition.

Blake and she were Harry's companions, led by Mr. Weasley, to the courtroom.

It wasn't until they arrived at the Ministry of Magic that they learned from Mr. Perkins, Mr. Weasley's colleague, that the time and place of the trial had all changed.

Mr. Weasley was limited to members of the Ministry of Magic and was not allowed to enter the Inquisition, but Daphany and Black were not. Their companion, Harry, walked into the courtroom with his head held high.

The walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and eerie. On either side of him were rows of empty benches that were gradually rising, and in front of him, on the highest benches, many black figures appeared. They had been whispering all the time, and an oppressive silence fell as the heavy door closed behind the three Harry.

A cold man's voice echoed through the courtroom.

"You're late!"

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

"That's not the fault of the Wizengamot." The voice said, "Send an owl to inform ...... this morning."

"Shut up!" Daphany scolded, and the hall fell silent.

Daphany scanned the entire hall coldly: "It's not the fault of the Wizengamot, it's your fault, whoever you are, stand up so I can see you!" Do you think that the three families of Potter, Black, and Lestrange show contempt for us? ”

There was a deathly silence. A figure slowly stood up. It was a young wizard who looked to be no more than thirty years old, and he looked a little uneasy when facing Daphany. As a member of the Ministry of Magic, he was certainly aware of Daphany's position in the wizarding world in England and Europe as a whole at this time.

"Wizengamot dares to treat the descendants of the Potter family like this, I wonder what His Excellency Ralston Potter and His Excellency Henry Potter will think!" Daphany said with a sneer. Both of the men she mentions are ancestors of the Potter family, with Henry Potter being Harry's father's grandfather, Harry's great-grandfather. Both were once the chief wizards of the Wizengamot.

There was another awkward silence. The wizard didn't dare stand up to Daphany. You can only look into the center of the hall.

There were about forty or fifty people in the hall, dressed in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left chest. They all looked down at him, some with stern expressions, others with undisguised curiosity.

In the middle of the row of benches in front of him sat Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. The young wizard was watching him.

Fudge didn't wear a chartrew-green bowler hat today—a hat that always made Daphany have bad associations with his family situation.

In addition, the kind smile that he always wore on his face was gone today.

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.

"Miss Lestrants." Fudge had to speak: "You shouldn't roar at the Wizengamot in any capacity!" Also, I don't know what you're here for, and Lord Black! ”

"I'm Potter's godfather, his guardian!" Blake said indifferently. As the heir to the super-wealthy Black family, Sirius is not a bird at all.

Fudge acquiesced to Black's identity and turned to Daphany.

"The person on trial today is a Hogwarts student, and as a Hogwarts trustee, of course it is necessary for me to participate in the deliberations!" Daphany was equally calm.

The muscles in Fudge's face twitched slightly. Daphany rarely makes any moves to influence Hogwarts, and in fact she is so easy to silence that she often forgets that she has been a member of the Hogwarts Board of Directors since she was in her third year!

"All right," Fudge finally relented. He felt that it was difficult to get a good result from dwelling on this issue. If only all the energy was spent on this. Isn't that putting the cart before the horse? Today's main target is Harry Potter!

"You guys, please be seated!" Fudge had to soothe his tone, facing Sirius and Daphany, even the Ministry of Magic had to maintain enough respect!

"Alright," Fudge said, raising his voice as solemn as possible, "the defendant is finally here, so let's get started." Are you ready? He asked aloud to the other end of the bench.

"Yes, sir." A voice familiar to both Harry and Daphany replied.

That's Percy Weasley. Ron and Ginny's older brother. He sat at the very edge of the bench in the front row. Seeing Daphany and Harry looking at him, he blinked quietly, then lowered his head, seemingly staring intently at the parchment in front of him, a quill in his hand ready to write. March Chinese

"The trial of August 12," said Fudge in a loud voice, as Percy began to take quick notes, "the trial of Harry James Potter, who lives at 4 Privet Road in the Little Whinging borough of Surrey, for violating the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act and the International Secrets Act."

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Division of Magical Law Enforcement; Senior Deputy Secretary Dolores Jane Umbridge. Trial Recorder: Percy Ignatius Weasley – "

"Witness for the Defence: Albus Percivalwood Frick Brian Dumbledore." A calm voice behind Harry said. Harry turned his head sharply, nearly spraining his neck. Daphine didn't look back, but the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and everything went well!

Dumbledore strode over calmly, dressed in a black and blue robe, with an extremely serene expression on his face. He walked parallel to 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.

The members of the Wizengamot were all whispering to each other. All eyes were on Dumbledore. Some looked annoyed, others seemed a little frightened, and the two elderly witches sitting in the back row waved in welcome. The popularity of the White Wizard is really not covered!

Seeing Dumbledore, Harry, who was still a little nervous, completely relaxed. With Blake and Daphany by their side, and now that Dumbledore is here, there shouldn't be any problems.

In the center of the judgment seat opposite, Fudge's face didn't look very good.

"Ah, Dumbledore. Yes, it seems that you have received our letter knowing that the time and place of the trial have changed! Fudge's tone was a little unnatural.

"I don't think so." Dumbledore, as usual, smiled: "But, it's a blessing to say, you know, older people always have insomnia. So I woke up early, so I just came early. Arrived three hours early! Speaking of three hours, Dumbledore accentuated slightly.

"Well, well, good, yes, I think we need to get another chair. Weasley, can you ......" Fudge shifted the subject, and Daphany noticed that his little eyes were rolling around, as if he was thinking quickly about something.

"Don't bother!" Dumbledore's tone always had a cheerful flavor to it.

He drew his wand and shook it slightly, and a soft burnished chintz armchair appeared next to Harry out of thin air. Then he winked at Daphany and Blake, who were sitting on the side. Daphany smiled back.

Dumbledore turned, his long fingertips butt together, and his eyes looked at Fudge from there, with a polite, interested expression on his face!

After that, the trial began. The process was fairly normal, until a witch struggled with Harry's ability to conjure up a physical Patronus, which he had broken through at the beginning of Term 4 when Harry learned that he had become a Hogwarts Warrior. So, Harry seemed to be fine, but in fact, he was very happy to be a warrior.

The members of the Ministry of Magic are really unreliable! This is Daphany's emotion. Is this the time to focus on whether the Patronus is an entity? How did Fudge lead the team with this rice bucket? Alas, that's why he's so easy to deal with.

When Harry mentioned the Dementors, Fudge fought back.

"Ah," Fudge let out an obnoxious sneer as he looked at the Wizengamot members in front of him, as if wishing they understood the joke too. "yes, yes, I knew we'd hear like that."

"Against!" Before Dumbledore could speak, Daphany stood up again, staring coldly at Fudge and a group of Wizengamot members beside him, "You seem to be taunting Mr. Potter!" I don't know why the members of the Wizengamot have such a frivolous attitude in such a dignified place as Wizengamot. ”

"I'm sorry, Miss Lestranzi, but let me interrupt. Dementors in Little Whingkin? Before Fudge could speak, it was Ms. Bones who said, her tone revealing a hundred thousand surprises, "I don't understand—"

Then there was another round of bickering, and it became known that Harry's neighbor, Mrs. Feig, who was a squib, went to court.

When Dumbledore suggested that the Dementors had accepted the words assigned by the others, Fudge was visibly annoyed.

"Yes, you said that," Fudge said very forcefully with anger in his tone, "and I have no reason to believe that your opinion is not nonsense, Dumbledore. The Dementors still strictly obey our orders and stay in Azkaban. ”

After that, the argument ensued again, until Umlich spoke.

Tiffany met Dolores Jane Umlich for the first time. It was a Humpty Dumpty Witch who wasn't good-looking by any means. What's even more terrifying is that he still pretends to speak in a shrill voice like a little girl.

"Dementors are all under the control of the Ministry of Magic, and only obey orders from the Ministry!" After some discussion, Fudge roared impatiently.

"I'm afraid your binding power is not very good!" Daphany's cold voice rang out again: "Do you need me to remind you what happened two years ago at the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts and on the train to Hogwarts?" ”

Fudge and Umlich were again speechless.

Fudge and Umlich tried to confuse the crowd with strong words, but if it was just against one Harry, it might be. But Dumbledore, Daphany and Blake were present at the same time. This can only be delusional.

When Umlich excitedly said, "You're questioning the impartiality of the Wizengamot!" ". Blake, who had been quiet and had not spoken, suddenly smiled. He stood up with a mocking look on his face: "In fact, a bitter lord who has been unjustly treated by Wizengamot has been sitting here. Lord Umlich, I haven't spent all the compensation I have received from the Ministry of Magic! ”