"The International Ministry of Magic hopes that your Ministry of Magic can strictly abide by various laws and regulations, and the purpose of my coming here this time is also to observe your specific trial process, and will report the report in detail, so you had better not do some unreasonable actions, I have no intention of embarrassing the other party, but if you make it difficult for me, I can only say sorry. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Duten's face didn't show the slightest hint of apology, and he sat beside Harry with a very firm stance.

That's right, he is using the International Ministry of Magic to suppress the British Ministry of Magic, although there is no clear subordinate relationship between the two sides, but just like the relationship between Britain and the United Nations, the United Nations cannot control Britain, but Britain cannot completely ignore the United Nations. The same is true of the British Ministry of Magic, facing the envoy of the International Ministry of Magic, Fudge and the surrounding jurors can't help but feel a little sitting, how should this situation be tried? Even whether it should be tried or not seems to be a question.

Fudge's face was cloudy, but in the end, fear of "that man" prevailed over reason, and he took a deep breath and stopped looking at Duten or Dumbledore, staring at Harry with his eyes.

“…… If there is no witness, the Dementor attack will not be established. ”

"Actually, we have a witness to prove that the Dementors did appear in that alley," Dumbledore said, standing up, "I mean except for Dudley Dursley. ”

Fudge's fat face seemed to suddenly relax, as if someone had let go of the air inside. He stared blankly at Dumbledore below, and after a few moments, he seemed to pick himself up and said, "I'm afraid we don't have time to listen to this nonsense anymore, Dumbledore, I want to deal with this quickly-"

"I may not remember accurately," said Dumbledore kindly, "but I believe that under the Wizengamot Charter of Rights, the defendant has the right to have witnesses testify on his behalf, right?" Isn't that the policy of the Division of Magical Law Enforcement, Ms. Bones? He asked the monocle-wearing witch.

"Yes," Ms. Bones said, "it is. ”

"Alright, well," Fudge said angrily, "where is this man?" ”

"I brought her here," said Dumbledore, "and she's right outside the door." Am I—"

"Nope! Weasley, there you go. Fudge said rudely to Percy. Percy immediately stood up and ran down the stone steps from the judge's seat, hurriing past Dumbledore and Duten and Harry, without looking at them.

Moments later, Percy returned, followed by Mrs. Fig. She looked scared, and looked more eccentric than usual.

Dumbledore stood up, gave up his chair to Mrs. Feige, and conjured one for himself.

"Full name?" Fudge asked aloud as Mrs. Feige sat down on the edge of her chair tremblingly.

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

"Who the hell are you?" Fudge asked in an impatient, haughty voice.

"I'm a resident of Little Whitkin, and I live right next to Harry Potter's house." Mrs. Figg said.

"On our records, there are no wizards other than Harry Potter who live in Little Whinging." Ms. Bones immediately said, "That area has been under close surveillance because ...... Because something has happened before. ”

"I'm a squib," said Mrs. Figg, "so you don't register my name, do you?" ”

"Squib, huh?" Fudge looked at her suspiciously, and said, "We'll verify." Tell my assistant Weasley about your parents later. By the way, can Squibs see Dementors? He added, and looked left and right at the people on the bench.

"Yes, we can see it!" Mrs. Figg said angrily.

Fudge looked at her again and raised his eyebrows. "Very well," he said coldly, "what do you mean?" ”

"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?" Ms. Bones sternly said, "Dementors don't run, they just slide." ”

"That's what I mean," said Mrs. Figg quickly, her shriveled face flushed, "sliding down the alley and pounced on what looked like two boys." ”

"What do they look like?" Ms. Bones said, her eyes narrowed, and the edges of her monocle sank into the flesh.

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

"No, no," said Miss Bones impatiently, "Dementors...... Describe what they look like. ”

"Oh," said Mrs. Feig, now that the flush spread to her neck, "they are huge. Large, wearing a cape. ”

"Big, in a cloak," Ms. Bones repeated coldly.

Fudge snorted sarcastically, "I see. Anything else? ”

"Yes," said Mrs. Fig, "I feel them. Everything was getting cold, and don't forget that it was a very hot summer night. And then I thought...... It seems that all happiness has disappeared from the world...... I remembered...... Terrible thing......"

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

Ms. Bones' eyes widened slightly.

"What did the Dementors do?" She asked, and a glimmer of hope rose in Harry's heart.

"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 it is...... That's what happened then. 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. Finally, he raised his eyes and said a little aggressively, "That's what you see, isn't it?" ”

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

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

Mrs. Feige looked timidly at Fudge and then at Dumbledore, then stood up and shuffled towards the door. Harry heard the door slam shut behind her.

"This witness is not very convincing." Fudge said arrogantly.

"I don't see it that way," said Ms. Bones in her booming voice, "and she portrays very accurately the power of the Dementors when they attack. I can't imagine why she would say that if they weren't there. ”

"But the Dementor ran into a Muggle housing area and happened to meet a wizard?" Fudge said contemptuously, "It's certainly very small, and even Bagman wouldn't bet—"

"Oh, I don't think any of us would believe that the Dementors were there by coincidence." Dumbledore said softly. The witch sitting to Fudge's right, face shrouded in shadow, moved slightly, but the others remained motionless and silent.

"What do you mean?" Fudge seemed to have forgotten about Duten on the side, and just asked Dumbledore coldly.

"Meaning I think someone sent them." Dumbledore said.

"I suppose if someone ordered two Dementors to swagger around the Little Wheating District, we should have a record!" Fudge yelled gruffly.

"If these two Dementors have recently received orders from someone outside the Ministry of Magic, not necessarily." Dumbledore said calmly, "I've already told you what I think about the matter, Connelly. ”

"Yes, you said," Fudge said forcefully, "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. ”

"So," Dumbledore said in a smooth and clear tone, "we must ask ourselves why someone from the Ministry of Magic would order two Dementors to go down that alley on August 2nd. ”

As soon as these words were spoken, there was silence in the field, except for the witch sitting to Fudge's right, leaning forward, attracting the attention of many people, including Duten. How do you describe what this woman looks like? Let's put it this way, she looks like a big pale toad. Short and fat, with a wide, loose-skinned face, a large mouth drooping downward. Her eyes were large, round, and slightly bulging outward. Even the little black velvet bow that she wore on her short curly hair thought it was a big fly, which made people feel disgusting to look at.

"Senior Deputy Secretary Dolores Jane Umbridge is allowed to speak." Fudge said.

"I'm sure I must have misunderstood you, Professor Dumbledore." 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, you seemed to be implying that the Ministry of Magic ordered the attack on this boy!" ”

She let out a silver bell-like laugh, and Harry could hear the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Several members of the Wizengamot laughed along with her. But no one really found it funny, and it couldn't be more obvious.

"If it's true that the Dementors only take orders from the Ministry, and if those two Dementors did attack Harry and his cousin a week ago, then it stands to logic that someone from the Ministry of Magic ordered the Dementors to do so." Dumbledore said mildly, "Of course, these two special Dementors may also not be under 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, his face turning maroon.

Dumbledore bowed slightly.

"The Ministry of Magic, then, will undoubtedly thoroughly investigate why those two Dementors ran so far away from Azkaban, and why they attacked people without permission."

"Dumbledore, it's not your turn to decide what the Ministry of Magic does or doesn't do!" Fudge said roughly, and now his face was a magenta that would make Uncle Vernon proud.

"Ahem, Secretary Fudge? Minister Fudge? ”

Du Teng spoke again, and Fudge's voice stopped abruptly, as if someone had pinched his neck, and his face turned a little purple.

"I wonder if you should continue the interrogation? Don't dwell on meaningless issues anymore, my report is limited in words, and I'm afraid I can't include your meaningless conversations, so please speed up the process and don't waste everyone's time. ”

Du Teng took out a small notebook from there, and floated in front of him, a magic quill pen was quickly writing something, but it was suddenly crossed out as it was written. Du Ten only glanced at him when he needed to, sometimes shaking his head and sometimes nodding his head, and although Fudge pretended not to see him, his eyes kept drifting that way.

"I, I'll speed things up."

Fudge smiled more ugly than crying, and anyone could see how sad he was at this moment. He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and looked back at the crowd around him.

"I want to remind you that the actions of those two Dementors, even if they are not the product of this child's whims, are not the subject of this interrogation!" "We're here to interrogate Harry Potter for violating the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act!" ”

"Of course," Dumbledore said, "but the presence of the Dementors in the alley is closely related to the 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—"

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

"Of course," said Dumbledore, neither humbly nor arrogantly, "so we all agree that Harry's circumstances when he used the Divine Appeal Charm fit within the scope of the special circumstances described in Article 7?" ”

"That means if there are Dementors, I doubt it."

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

"Y-I-" Fudge yelled, fiddling with the paper in front of him, "I think I'll 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 a serious miscarriage of justice." Dumbledore said.

"Gross miscalculation, my goodness!" Fudge roared angrily, and continued to talk about Harry's previous use of the Levitation Charm, which was resolved by Dumbledore, too, Dobby is now at Hogwarts, just call it.

As a result, the frantic Fudge faced a calm Dumbledore and completely fell into the upper hand. In the final vote by show of hands, Fudge also lost his advantage. He collapsed in his chair in despair, and finally declared Harry's indictment not valid and tried Harry not guilty. (To be continued.) )