LionfishNovember 11, 2007Chapter 8 Table of ContentsPrevious ChapterNext ChapterEnglish Harry is now out of breath; He'd been in dungeons that were almost as terrifying as this one. Harry hadn't seen it before. Haven't been here either. However, he had visited it in the memory basin of Dan Bodo, where he saw Restian sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban.

The walls are made of black stone, and the torches emit a dim light. He was flanked by empty benches, but there were many shades on the highest benches in the top row. They were all whispering, but there was an ominous silence in the hall as the door behind Harry slammed shut.

An indifferent voice rang out in the courtroom.

"You're late. "I'm sorry," Harry said nervously, "I—I didn't know time had changed. "It is not the jury's fault," the voice said, "that an owl has been sent to your house this morning." Sit down. Harry looked down at the chair in the middle of the courtroom, the shackles hidden in the armrests. He had seen the shackles pop out as if they were alive and hold anyone sitting in a chair. He walked through the stone floor, and the echo of his footsteps was loud. The shackles clanged menacingly as Harry cautiously sat down on the edge of his chair, but they didn't lock him in. Harry felt even more uncomfortable, and he looked up at the people sitting on the benches in the row above.

From the number he could see, there were about fifty people seated, all dressed in plum-colored robes with a finely crafted silver "" embroidered on the left side of the chest, all staring at him from under their noses, some with meticulous expressions on their faces, others looking curious.

In the middle of the front row sat Fanich Fudge, Minister of Magic. Fudge was an obese man who often wore a gray-green magic hat, but he took it off today, and he took off the conniving smile he used to wear when talking to Harry. A witch with a broad, square-jawed sits to Fudge's left, wearing monocles and a terrifying expression. To Fudge's right was another witch, but she sat at the back of the bench, so her face was hidden in the shadows.

"Very well," said Fudge, "the defendant has arrived—albeit lastly—and let's get started." Are you ready?" he asked everyone in the room.

"Yes, sir," said a familiar and enthusiastic voice from Harry. Ron's brother, Percy, was sitting at the very edge of the bench in the front row. Harry looked up at Percy, hoping to see some sign in him, but didn't respond. Percy's eyes were hidden behind his horn-framed glasses, a piece of parchment in front of him, and a large quill in his hand.

"The disciplinary hearing on August 12th," Fudge said in a loud voice, and Percy immediately took notes, "will be tried for Mr. Harry Potter, who is now a resident of 4 Privet Road, Little Whinging, Surrey, for violating the Minor Magical Restrictions Ordinance and the International Magical Secrecy Ordinance. "Interrogators: Fanich Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic, Amira Susan Bonis, Director of the Enforcement Division of the Magical Regulations, and Dorals Jane Umbrij, Senior Secretary of the Ministry of Magic. Trial Reporter: Percy Agnates Wesley—"Defense Lawyer, Abbas Paswell Ulfrek Brian Burno," a calm voice rang out behind Harry, who quickly turned his head to look at it, only to twist his neck.

Dan Bodo was walking peacefully across the room, wearing a dark blue robe with an extremely calm expression on his face. His long silver hair glistened in the light of the torch. Dan Bodo stood next to Harry and looked up at Fudge through the lenses, his half-moon framed in the middle of his long hooked nose.

The members of the jury began to exchange words. All eyes are now focused on Dan Bodo. Some looked distressed, others were slightly frightened, and the two older wizards in the back row waved their hands in welcome.

When Harry saw Dan Bodo, a powerful emotion rose from his chest, a feeling of hope that was no less than hearing the song of the phoenix. He tried to see Dan Bodo's eyes, but Dan Bodo didn't look at him, he kept staring at Fudge, who was obviously embarrassed.

"Ah," Fudge said, looking completely panicked. "Dan Bodo. Yes. Would you—well—get the word that we—well—changed the time—and place of the hearing?" "I would have missed the hearing," said Dan Bodeau, gleefully, "and, thanks to a lucky mistake, I arrived at the Ministry of Magic three hours early, so I was left with nothing. "Yes—well—I think we need another chair—I—Wesley, can you—?" "It's okay, it's okay," Danberdo said happily, and he pulled out his wand and made a small gesture, and a soft chintz armchair appeared next to Harry. Danberdo sat down, his long fingers spread out, and he looked at Fudge with an intriguing look through his fingers. The members of the jury were still whispering, their expressions flustered and fidgeting, and they were not quiet until Fudge spoke again.

"Yes," Fudge said slowly, looking through his notes again, "Okay, then." Therefore. Accusation. Yes. Fudge pulled out a piece of parchment from the pile of papers in front of him, took a deep breath, and began to read the charges against the defendant as follows: The defendant knowingly used Parthenamu magic in the Muggle ghetto in front of a Muggle at 9:23 p.m. on August 2, after receiving a written warning from the Ministry of Magic about similar allegations. The defendant's conduct violated section 3 of the Magical Restrictions on Minors Act 1875 and section 13 of the International Federation of Wizards' Magical Secrecy Regulations.

"Are you Mr. Harry James Potter living at 4 Privet Road in Little Whinging, Surrey?" asked Fudge, staring at Harry from the top of the parchment.

"Yes," Harry said.

"You received a formal warning from the Ministry of Magic about illegal magic three years ago, didn't you?" "Yes, but—" "But you still performed Parthenam magic on the night of August 2nd, right?" "Yes," Harry said, "But—" "You know you're not allowed to use magic outside of school under the age of 17, right?" "Yes, but—" "You know you're in an area full of Muggles, right?" "Yes, but—" You were fully aware of how close you were to a Muggle, right?" "Yes," Harry said exasperatedly, "but I was using magic because we we-" The monocle-wearing witch interrupted Harry in a hurried tone.

"You performed a full Pat Nam spell, didn't you?" "Yes," Harry said, "because—" "A tangible Partnaum magic, right?" "Once—what?" Harry said.

"Does your Parthenam magic have a clear image? I mean, it's not a puff of steam or a puff of smoke, is it?" "Yes," said Harry, who was now feeling both impatient and a little disappointed, "it's a stag, it's always a stag. "Always?" asked Mrs. Bonis aloud. "Have you already cast Parthenam magic before?" "Yes," Harry said, "I've been able to cast this magic for over a year. "So you were fifteen years old then?" "Yes, and—" "You learned it in school?" "Professor Lupin taught me when I was three years old, because that—" "Impressive," said Mrs. Bonis, who looked down at Harry, "to cast a real Parthenam magic at that age... It's really impressive. Some of the wizards and witches around her whispered again, some nodding, others frowning and shaking their heads.

"Now it's not a question of how impressive this magic is," Fudge asked in a raised voice, "In fact, the more impressive, the worse it is, and I think that the magic that this kid is working is clearly visible to a Muggle!" The wizards who had just frowned now muttered in agreement, but Percy nodded holyly to provoke Harry to speak.

"I cast magic because of Dementors!" Harry said aloud before anyone could interrupt him.

He had hoped for more commotion, but the jury was quiet, as if it were thicker than the previous one.

"Dementors?" asked Mrs. Bonis after a moment, her bushy eyebrows raised until her monocle nearly fell off. "What do you mean, kid?" "I mean there were two Dementors showing up halfway through, and they attacked me and my cousin!" "Ah," Fudge said again, smirking unhappily at the jury around him, as if asking them to share the joke too. "Yes, yes. I think we've heard something like that before. "Dementors in Little Whikkin?" Mrs. Bonis asked in a tone of surprise, "I don't understand—" "Don't you understand, Amira?" Fudge still giggled, "let me explain." He'd thought about it thoroughly, and felt that the Dementors could be used to make up a very real cover story. Muggles can't see Dementors, can they, kids? So that's just your side of the story, there are no eyewitnesses ... "I'm not lying!" Harry's loud voice drowned out another whisper in the courtroom. "There were two of them, and they came out of the alleys, and it was dark and cold, and my cousin sensed them and ran over—" "Enough! enough!" Fudge said with a blank look on his face, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I'm sure it's just a pre-programmed story—" Dan Bodo cleared his throat and the jury fell silent again.

"In fact, we had a witness who witnessed the Dementors appearing in the alley," he said, "and I mean anyone other than Dardey Darsley. Fudge's chubby face slackened, as if someone had sucked air out of it. He stared at Dan Bo for a few more moments, and then, as if someone had pulled him back, he said, "I'm afraid we don't have time to hear any more lies." I'm going to deal with it quickly—" "I may be wrong," said Dan Bodo happily, "but I'm sure the jury charter is correct, and that the defendant has the right to give eyewitnesses to his case? Isn't that the policy of the Enforcement of the Magical Ordinance, Mrs. Bonis?" he continued, gesturing to the monocle-cloaked witch.

"Correct," said Mrs. Bonis, "very true. "Oh, good, good," Fudge said suddenly, "where is this man?" "I brought her," said Dan Bodo, "and she's right outside the door." Can I—?" "No—Wesley, you go," Fudge snarled at Percy, "tell her to come at once, walk from the Judgment Hall to the Stone Steps, and pass quickly without looking at Harry and Dan Bodo. Soon Percy returned, followed by Mrs. Figg. She looked terrified, and even more eccentric than before. Harry wished she hadn't forgotten to change out of her pair of slippers.

Dan Bodo stood up and gave up his chair to Mrs. Figg, and magically changed it for himself.

"Full name?" asked Fudge aloud as Mrs. Feig sat nervously at the edge of her chair.

"Arabella Dorin Feig," said Mrs. Feige in a trembling voice.

"Who exactly are you?" asked Fudge in a haughty tone.

"I am a resident of the neighborhood near Mr. Harry Potter's house in Little Whyking. Mrs. Figg replied. "With the exception of Mr. Harry Potter, there are no other wizards or witches in our records who live in Little Whinging," said Mrs. Bonis at once, "and that location is always too close to the monitors, provided... Provide past events. "I'm a Squiber," said Mrs. Feeger, "so you didn't register me, did you?" "A Squiber, huh?" said Fudge, looking closer to Mrs. Feeger, "we're going to investigate." You give the details of your origins to my assistant Wesley. By the way, can Squiber see the Dementors?" he added, looking around.

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

Fudge looked down at Mrs. Feigue, his eyebrows raised, "Very well," he said coldly, "What's your story?" "I went out about nine o'clock in the evening of August 2nd to buy cat food at the shop on the corner of Westeria Walk," Mrs. Feige said at once with a hurry, as if she had learned what to say, "but I heard a commotion in the alley between Mulan Backstreet and Westria. As I approached the street, I saw the Dementors running—" "Run?" said Madame Bonis sharply, "Dementors don't run, they slide. "That's what I mean," said Mrs. Feig quickly, a touch of pink appeared on her shriveled face, "and they glided down the alley like two children." "What do you say they look like?" said Mrs. Bonis's eyebrows furrowed so deeply that her monocle fell off her face.

"Yes, one of them is very fat and the other is very thin—" "No, no," said Mrs. Bonis impatiently, "the Dementors... Describe the Dementors. "Oh," said Mrs. Fig's face, which now crept up to her neck. "They're huge. Huge and cloaked. Harry felt his stomach sink horribly at this moment. Whatever Mrs. Figg said, it sounded to Harry as if she had seen pictures of Dementors at best, and they weren't conveyed in their true form: the horrible way they moved, floating inches above the ground, or the smell of their decay, the horrible clicking sound they made as they sucked in the air around them...

In the second row, a stocky wizard is leaning sideways and whispering to his neighbor. The wizard had a huge black beard, while his neighbor was a witch with curly hair. The witch smirked and nodded.

"Tall and cloaked," repeated Mrs. Bonis coldly as Fudge snorted mockingly, "I see." "Yes," said Mrs. Fig, "I feel them. Everything around is getting cold, reminding you that it was a very hot summer evening. And I feel ... It is as if all happiness has disappeared from this world ... And I recall... Fearful things ... Mrs. Feig's voice trembled and was lifeless.

Mrs. Bonis's eyes widened slightly. Harry could see a blush on Mrs. Bonis's brow where the single eye had been pressed.

"What were the Dementors doing?" asked Mrs. Bonis. Harry rekindled a glimmer of hope.

"They rushed at the two children," said Mrs. Fig's voice, which was now louder and more confident, and the pink color receded into her face. "One of the children fell. The other child gradually retreated, fending off the Dementors as best he could. That kid was Harry. He tried to cast his magic twice, but only emitted a stream of silver steam. On his third attempt, he finally cast a full Parthenam spell that repelled the first Dementor, and then, thanks to Harry's efforts, the second Dementor was driven away from Harry's cousin. And that's what happened. Mrs. Figg concluded her account somewhat incompletely.

Mrs. Bonis looked at Mrs. Feige in silence. Fudge didn't look at her at all, but he was restlessly flipping through the papers. Finally, Fudge opened his eyes and said aggressively, "That's all you have to say, isn't it?"

"Very well," said Fudge, "you can go." Mrs. Feige glanced at Fudge and Dan Bodo with frightened eyes, then stood up and walked slowly to the door. Harry heard the door slam shut behind her.

"It's not a very credible eyewitness," Fudge said arrogantly.

"No, I'm not sure yet," said Mrs. Bonis quickly, "she apparently described the effects of a Dementor attack with great precision. I can't imagine why the Dementors would have said this if they hadn't been there. "But the Dementors wandered around Muggle settlements and met a passing wizard?" Fudge scoffed dismissively, "the odds are very, very small. Not even a merchandiser would have bet on it—"Oh, I don't think any of us would believe that the Dementors happened to be there. Dan Bodo said softly.

The witch sitting to Fudge's left, the one with her face hidden in the shadows, moved uneasily, but the others remained silent.

"What does this assumption mean?" Fudge asked coldly.

"Does that mean I think the Dementors were ordered to go there?" said Dan Bodo.

"I think we have a record of seeing if two Dementors have been sent to the Little Whikin District!" Fudge growled.

"These days, it cannot be ruled out that the Dementors are at the behest of someone other than the Ministry of Magic," Dan Bodo said calmly, "I have provided you with my opinion on the matter, Fanich. "Yes, you did," Fudge said aggressively, "but I have no reason to believe that there is any credibility in your opinion. The Dementors are currently in the Azkaban Magical Prison and are faithfully carrying out all orders we have ordered. "Then," Dan Bodo said calmly and clearly, "we must ask ourselves why someone in the Ministry of Magic would order the Dementors to go to the alley on August 2nd. After hearing these words, there was silence in the courtroom, and the witch to Fudge's right leaned forward, so that Harry could see her for the first time.

He thought the witch looked like a pale, huge toad. She was almost crouched in a chair, the witch with a broad, flabby face, a neck as thick and short as that of Uncle Vern, and a wide, dull mouth. Her eyes were large, round, and bulging outward. Even the black velvet bow that was buttoned over her short curly hair gave Harry the impression that it was a big fly she was about to stick out her long, slimy tongue to prey.

"This is Dorals Jane Umbrech, Senior Secretary of the Ministry of Magic," Fudge said.

The witch spoke in a trembling, pretending girlish, high-pitched voice that made Harry creep, and he felt like a toad's cry.

"I'm sure I didn't understand you, Professor Danberdo," she smirked as she ate, but her big, round eyes were as cold as ever, "I'm so stupid. But it sounds like the Ministry of Magic ordered the attack on this kid!" she let out a crisp laugh that made Harry's cold pores stand on end. Several other members of the jury were laughing at her. But rather, none of them actually laughed.

"If the Dementors really only receive orders from the Ministry of Magic now, and the two Dementors did attack Harry and his cousin a week ago, then the logic is that someone from the Ministry of Magic ordered the attack," Dan Bodo said politely, "Of course, it's also possible that these additional Dementors are outside of the Ministry's control—" "There are no Dementors outside of the Ministry's control!" Fudge's face turned hoarg-livered and growled.

Dan Bodo nodded slightly.

"Then there is no doubt that the Ministry of Magic must launch a full investigation into why two Dementors were far away from Azkaban, and why they attacked without being ordered. "It's not your turn to decide what the Ministry of Magic should and shouldn't do, Dan Bodo!" Fudge's face now turned a fuchsia that Uncle Venon was proud of, and he roared loudly.

"Of course not," said Dan Bertot mildly, "I am merely expressing my determination that this matter cannot be left alone. Dan Bodo stared at Mrs. Bonis, who adjusted his monocle and stared back at Dan Bodo with a slight frown.

"I would like to remind all of you that if the actions of these Dementors are really not the result of this child's subjective imagination, then they are not the subject of this hearing!" Fudge said, "Our purpose here is to check Harry Potter's violations of the Magical Restrictions for Minors. "Of course we are," Dan Bodo said, "but the presence of Dementors in the alleys is a very critical issue. Article 7 of the Constitution of the Roots of Magic stipulates that magic may be performed in the presence of Muggles in exceptional circumstances, including the life of the wizard himself, or the life of any other wizard or Muggle—" "We know what Article 7 of the Constitution says, thank you very much!" Fudge said furiously.

"Of course you know," Dan Bodo said kindly. "Then we must agree that Harry's use of Parthenamm's magic in this situation is in full compliance with the provisions of the Constitution regarding special circumstances. "I doubt there were Dementors!" "You've heard it from an eyewitness," Dan Bodo interrupted.

"If you still doubt the veracity of her testimony, then call her back. Ask her again, and I'm sure Mrs. Feig won't object. "I—that—no—" Fudge said angrily. In front of him lay the useless paperwork. "It's just—I hope that's all for today, Dan Bodo!" "But naturally, if you're worried that this choice will lead to a serious misconduct in the trial, ask the witnesses as many times as you want. Dan Bodo said.

"Serious mistake, my God!" Fudge said in the highest voice, "Would you even believe and be distressed by a child's rooster-bull story, Dan Bodo, do you really want to cover up and condone his illegal magic outside of school? I suppose you've forgotten about his circling magic three years ago—" "I didn't do it, it was a house elf," Harry said.

"Look?" said Fudge, gesturing nonsense in Harry's direction. "A house elf! in a Muggle house! I ask you..." This problematic house elf is now an employee of Hogwacher School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Dan Bodo said, "and I can summon it immediately to testify if you wish." "I-no-I don't have time to listen to those house elves! Anyway, it's not the first time - swear to God, he actually beat his aunt out of the air!" Fudge slammed the bench of the Inquisition and knocked over a bottle of ink.

"I'll admit that you were very kind enough not to hold them accountable, and said that even the best wizards can't keep their emotions under control forever. As Fudge scrambling to pack up his papers, Dan Bodo said calmly.

"And I didn't mention how he was punished at that time. "However, the Ministry of Magic does not have the authority to punish Hogwetcher School of Witchcraft and Wizardry students for misconduct within the school. Harry's behaviour had nothing to do with the hearing, "Dan Bergdo was even more polite than he had just been, but there was a cold hint behind his words.

"Oh," Fudge said, "which means it's none of our business what he does at school, eh?" "As I reminded you on the night of August 2nd, the Ministry of Magic has no right to expel Hogwetcher students, Fanich," Dan Bodo said. Whether or not the Ministry of Magic has the right to confiscate his wand until the investigation is fully concluded, I would like to remind you once again, as I did on the night of August 2nd, that your wonderful delay shows that you have neglected some important legal provisions, which I believe you did not mean to. "The law can be changed," Fudge said savagely.

"Of course it can be changed," Dan Bodo said, nodding, "and you're going to make a lot of changes, Fanich." Why is it necessary to use such a heavily armed criminal trial process in the short weeks since I left the jury to deal with such a simple question of a minor performing magic!" Some of the jury's wizards writhed uneasily in their seats. Fukudshi's face, which had grown dark brown, was now a little darker. However, the toad-looking witch sitting to Fudge's right only glared at Dan Bodo, her face expressionless.

"As I realized," Dan Bodo continued, "there is no law in this place anymore, and the whole purpose of this court is to punish Harry for every bit of magic he ever cast. He also had to take responsibility for a particular offense because he defended himself. All Harry and I can do now is wait for your verdict. Dan Bodo crossed his fingers again, not saying a word. Fudge stared at Dan Bodo, clearly enraged. Harry looked at Dan Bode, who was sitting next to him, and felt reassured, not only was he fully convinced that what Dan Bodo had just said to the jury was completely correct, but that it was time to make a decision. But, once again, Dan Bodo seemed to want to ignore Harry's attempt to observe his eyes. He continued to look up at the row of benches above, where the entire jury was whispering urgent negotiations.

Harry looked down at his feet. His heart looked like it had swelled to an unusually large size, and it thumped loudly under his ribs. He had expected the hearing to be a little longer than it is now. He was completely unconfident that he had made a good impression on the jury. He didn't say much. He should have explained the Dementors' problems more fully, such as how he fell, and how he and Dardey nearly suffered a kiss of death from the Dementors...

Harry looked at Fudge twice and tried to speak, but his swollen heart restricted the flow of air, and each time he could barely take a deep breath and then look down at his shoes.

Then the whispering stopped. Harry wanted to look up at the jury, but he found it easier to look down at his shoelaces than to look up.

"Raise your hand if you agree to drop all charges against the accused?" said Mrs. Bonis quickly.

Harry's head jerked up. There are many hands in the air ... More than half! Harry's breath was short, and he tried to count as hard as he could, but before he could count, Mrs. Bonis had already said, "Raise your hand to the jurors who are found guilty?" Fudge raised his hand, followed by about a dozen members of the jury, including the toad-like witch to his right, the pudgy wizard with an unproportionate beard, and the curly-haired witch sitting in the second row.

Fudge looked around as if something was in his throat, and his hand was lowered. He took two deep breaths and said in a distorted voice that tried his best to suppress his anger, "Good, good... Drop all charges. "Excellent," said Dan Bodeau, cheerfully. He drew his wand and made the two chintz armchairs disappear. "Okay, I'm leaving. Goodbye, everybody. Then, without looking at Harry again, he disappeared from the dungeon.

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