"This troublesome house-elf is now a servant of Van Ryre and an employee of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," said Dumbledore, "and I can summon it immediately to testify if you wish." ”

"I-no-I don't have time to listen to those house-elf! 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.

Harry was a little angry, if Hermione was here, he would have to tear Fudge's mouth apart, it didn't seem to be anything bad, vomit...... Belch...... House-Elf Rights Association.

"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, Dumbledore said calmly. "And I didn't mention how he was punished at that time. ”

"But, I think you should be clear, Connelly, that the Ministry of Magic does not have the authority to punish Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry students for misbehaving in the school. Harry's behavior had nothing to do with the hearing," Dumbledore was even more polite than he had just been, but there was a cold hint behind his words.

"Oh," said Fudge, "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 authority to expel Hogwarts students, Connelly," said Dumbledore, "whether or not the Ministry of Magic has the right to confiscate his wand until the investigation is fully completed, and 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 overlooked some important legal provisions, and of course I believe you did not mean to. ”

"The law can be changed," Fudge said savagely.

"Of course it can be changed," Dumbledore nodded, "and you're going to make a lot of changes, Connelly." Why, in just a few weeks after I left the jury, did it take such a heavily armed criminal trial to deal with such a simple matter of a minor performing magic, even summoning most of the members of the Wizengamot?"

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-like witch sitting to Fudge's right only glared at Dumbledore, her face expressionless.

"As I realized," Dumbledore 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. ”

Dumbledore crossed his fingers again and said nothing.

Fudge stared at Dumbledore, clearly enraged.

Harry looked at Dumbledore sitting next to him and felt relieved, Van Lin was right, Dumbledore couldn't give up on him, so Dumbledore was here, and now he was not only completely convinced that what Dumbledore had just said to the jury was completely right, but it was also time to make a decision.

However, Dumbledore once again 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 Dudley 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 a lot of 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 think the defendant is guilty?"

Fudge raised his hand, followed by about two members of the jury, including the toad-like witch to his right, the unproportionately bearded Humpty Dumpty Master, 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 Dumbledore happily. 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.

Dumbledore's sudden departure surprised Harry.

He still sat in that shackled chair, struggling with his shock and trying to relax.

The jury members all left their seats, talked to each other, and packed their papers into their bags and took them away.

Harry stood up. No one seemed to pay any attention to him except for the toad-looking witch sitting to Fudge's right, who had now moved his gaze from Dumbledore's to Harry's.

Harry deliberately ignored her, and he tried his best to find either Fudge or Mrs. Bonis to ask if he was okay to go now, but Fudge seemed determined to ignore Harry, and Mrs. Bonis was busy sorting out her briefcase, so he tentatively walked a few steps to the door, and then quickly left when he was sure that no one had called him back.

His last few steps were to rush out, slamming open the door and nearly hitting Mr. Weasley.

Mr. Weasley was standing outside, his face pale. "Dumbledore didn't say—"

"Undo," Harry said as he closed the door behind him.

"All charges!" Mr. Weasley gripped Harry's shoulder with joy. "Harry, that's fantastic! Well, of course, they can't convict you, there's no evidence, but I can't hide that it's not—"

But Mr. Weasley didn't go any further, for the doors of the courtroom were open again. The members of the jury came out in droves.

"Great!" Mr. Weasley declared in surprise as he dragged Harry aside for the jury to pass. "Have you passed the test of this shackled chair?"

"I think so," Harry said calmly. One or two of the wizards nodded at Harry as they passed him, while others, including Mrs. Boness, said good morning to Mr. Weasley, but most of them looked away.

Cornelius Fudge and the toad-like witch were almost the last to leave the Inquisition. Fudge acted as if Harry and Mr. Weasley were part of the wall, but once again, the witch looked at Harry with an almost appreciative look as she passed by.

The last of them all was Percy. Like Fudge, he completely ignored his father and Harry, and he walked forward clutching a large roll of parchment and a large extra quill, his chest folded and his eyes empty. Mr. Weasley's mouth was tightly pursed, and he showed no sign that he had seen his third son.

"I'm going to send you straight back so you can tell the others the good news," Mr. Weasley pushed Harry forward as Percy's heel disappeared onto the ninth staircase. "I'm going to take a look at Bisnel Green's bathroom, and I'm going to take you back along the way. Come on......"

"So, what are you going to do with this bathroom?" Harry asked with a smile. Everything now looks five times more interesting than usual, as people learn that he is innocent and that he is going back to Hogwarts.

"Oh, that's just a simple curse reverse magic," Mr. Weasley said as they went upstairs. "But repairing this damage is not a complicated matter, and more important is the attitude behind this vandalism, Harry. Bullying Muggles may seem like a fun thing to some wizards, but it expresses something deeper and dirtier, and I'm sorry for a-"

Mr. Weasley was interrupted in the middle of his sentence. They had reached the elevator on the ninth floor, and Cornelius Fudge was standing a few feet away from them and whispering to a tall man.

The man has sleek blonde hair and a pale face with sharp-beaked monkey cheeks. The latter also turned when he heard their footsteps. He also stopped talking halfway through, his gray, cold eyes narrowing and freezing on Harry's face.

"Good, good, good James Porter," Lucius Malfoy said coldly.

Harry felt out of breath, as if the air around him had frozen. The last time he saw these cold, gray eyes was through the cracks in the Death Eater's turban, and the last time he heard the voice was in a dark tomb where he was tortured by Voldemort while Malfoy taunted him.

Harry didn't believe that Mr. Malfoy would dare to look at his face, and he didn't believe that he would be here, at the Ministry of Magic, and he didn't believe that Fudge was talking to him, because Harry had only told Fudge a few weeks earlier that Mr. Malfoy was a Death Eater.

"The Minister of Magic was just telling me about your lucky escape," said Mr. Malfoy, lazily, "it's amazing that you have escaped from the little hole every time, like a snake." ”

Mr. Weasley clung to Harry's shoulders as a warning.

"Yes," said Harry, "yes, I'm good at escaping. ”

Mr. Malfoy raised his eyes to look at Mr. Weasley's face. "And Arthur Weasley, too! What are you doing now, Arthur?"

"I work here," Mr. Weasley said simply.

"You don't work here, I'm sure of that," Mr. Malfoy frowned as he looked over Mr. Weasley's shoulder at the door. "I guess you're working on the second floor up there, and you're not going to do some more things involving Muggle prohibited items and continue to be obsessed with them, right?"

"No," Mr. Weasley growled. His fingers were now pinching Harry's shoulder.

"What are you doing here now, anyway?" asked Harry Mr. Malfoy.

"I don't think there's anything I have to worry about with the Minister of Magic's personal affairs, Potter," Mr. Malfoy said as he smoothed the front of his robes.

Harry could distinctly hear a soft clanging sound coming from his pocket, which was clearly full of gold coins.

"Indeed, because you are a favored student of Dumbledore, but don't you expect the same indulgence from our people to your office, Your Excellency the Minister of Magic?"

"Of course," Fudge said, turning his back to Harry and Mr. Weasley, "this way, Lucius. ”

They strode away together, talking quietly as they went. Mr. Weasley didn't let go of the hand on Harry's shoulder until they disappeared into the elevator.

"If they have business to talk about, then why isn't Malfoy waiting outside Fudge's office?" Harry exclaimed. "What is he doing down here?"

"If you ask me, I think he's trying to sneak up on the court," Mr. Weasley looked extremely uneasy, looking around as if to make sure they couldn't hear. "He's trying to find out if you've been fired. When I send you back, I will leave a note for Dundeli, and he should have been informed that Mr. Malfoy had spoken with Fudge again. ”

"What kind of personal affairs are they together for, anyway?"

"I think it's money," said Mr. Weasley angrily, "Mr. Malfoy has been generously bribing all sorts of items for years, giving them to the right people. Then he can ask for a delay in the passage of laws that he doesn't want to pass, Lucius Malfoy, who has a lot of connections. ”

The elevator arrived, and there was no one inside except for an internal email hovering over Mr. Weasley's head. Mr. Weasley pressed the button in the atrium, and the elevator doors closed. The elevator scurried to get them out of here.

"Mr. Weasley," Harry said slowly, "if Fudge is meeting with Death Eaters like Mr. Malfoy, if he is meeting them alone, then how can we know that they didn't cast the Imperius Curse on Fudge?"

"Don't think that this can't happen to us, Harry," Mr. Weasley said calmly, "but Dumbledore thinks that Fudge is doing what he wants at the moment—he wasn't very comfortable when Dumbledore was talking about it. Better stop talking about it now, Harry. ”

The elevator doors opened, and they stepped into the atrium, which was now almost empty. The wizard keeper Eric was now buried behind his Daily Prophet.

By the time Harry remembered, they had walked straight past the golden fountain.

"Wait," Harry called out to Mr. Weasley, taking his wallet out of his pocket and turning back to the fountain. Harry looked up at the handsome wizard's face, but when he looked closer, Harry felt that he looked weak and stupid. The wizard had a boring smile on his face, like a pretty candidate, and as far as Harry knew, most of them didn't want to be stared at and portrayed as such.

Just the house-elf nodding and bowing is believable. Harry grinned at the thought of what Hermione would say if she saw the elf statue.

Harry turned his wallet inside out, and there were more than ten gold gallons in it, but Harry didn't bother and threw them all into the pool.

"I knew it!" Ron shouted as his hand pointed at the air. "You're always on your way!"

"They must clear your name," Hermione looked almost fainting from nervousness as Harry entered the kitchen, and she now put a trembling hand over her eyes.

"There is no evidence against you, not at all. ”

"Oh, of course, it must be. Harry said happily.

"Everyone seems reassured, and I think you all know I'm going to make it," Harry said with a laugh.

Mrs. Weasley is wiping her face with her apron, while Fred, George, and Ginny are doing a kind of war dance and singing a chant: "He made it, he made it, he made it"

"Enough trouble! "Silence!" shouted Mr. Weasley, even though he was laughing profusely.

"By the way, Sirius and Van Lin are gone?" Harry asked, "I saw something at the Ministry of Magic and I wanted to ......"

"They were gone, an hour ago. Hermione said, "They'll fix it soon, though." ”

"I believe in them as much as they believe in me. Harry said.

"But what's that?" Hermione asked.

"About Malfoy and Fudge. Harry said, "As we left, I saw the two of them talking together, you know, Malfoy was a Death Eater, I'm not sure ...... of that"

"Dumbledore, does Dumbledore know about this?" asked Hermione.

"I was about to tell him, but ......" Harry remembered Dumbledore's eagerness to leave, as if between himself and Dumbledore......