"It's good that our defendant is late, but we can start now. Fudge cleared his throat, "So, are you all ready?"

"Yes, sir. Percy Weasley said as he sat down with a quill in his hand, looking down at his notebook as if he didn't know Harry at all.

"Disciplinary hearing on August 12. Fudge said in a loud voice, "We will be on trial this time due to the fact that the defendant Harry Potter has violated the restrictions on the use of magic by minors and international secrecy." Percy quickly jotted down Fudge's words in his notebook.

"Interrogator: Cornelius Fudge - Minister for Magic. Trial Recorder: Percy Weasley. Fudge said.

"Defense lawyer: Albus Dumbledore. A calm voice came from behind Harry, as if he had been there.

Everyone expressed different emotions about Dumbledore's presence here. Some were distressed, others were terrified, and several older wizards waved their arms in a welcome gesture of welcome.

"You......... Very good.........." Fudge said with some mismatch, "I thought you missed it........ You know........ The owl has already sent you a letter.........."

"Actually, I almost missed it. Although Dumbledore must have seen that the time for the trial was to avoid him, he did not seem angry at all, but rather very happy. "I came here more than three hours early to get to the Ministry of Magic for a cup of coffee. ”

"That's what it is....... We need ........ Well......... Another chair......... Maybe Weasley you can ........," Fudge stammered.

"You're welcome, you can continue. Dumbledore said pleasantly.

Then he waved his wand and conjured a chair draped in a thick woolen blanket next to Harry, and sat down.

Fudge took a deep breath, it seemed that Dumbledore's sudden appearance had disrupted his plans. Struggling to control his expression, he read out Harry's accusations.

"Are you Mr. Harry Potter living at 4 Privet Road in Little Whinging, Surrey?" asked Fudge.

"Yes. Harry replied.

"Three years ago you received a warning from the Ministry of Magic about illegal magic use, right?"

"Yes, but ..........."

"But you still cast the Patronus Charm on August 2nd, didn't you?"

"Yes, but ........."

"You know that underage wizards can't cast spells, do you?"

"Yes, but .........."

"You know you're in front of a Muggle, don't you?"

"Yes, but ........."

"Then it's easy, you know it's against the rules of the Ministry of Magic, but you still cast the Patronus .........."

"That's when there were two Dementors!" Harry shouted in exasperation.

"I'm sorry, my child, what did you say happened?" said Dolores Jane Umbridge in her pretended girlish voice.

"Two Dementors, that's the kind of .........," Harry explained impatiently.

"I know what a Dementor is, I mean two Dementors attacked you?" Umbridge let out a toad-like laugh.

"That's right. Harry replied with a frown.

"This can't be, all the Dementors are under the control of the Ministry of Magic. Fudge denied.

"But two Dementors attacked me and my cousin!" Harry said angrily.

"You mean the Ministry of Magic instructed those two Dementors to attack an underage wizard?" Umbridge asked.

"I've told you a long time ago that Dementors are very ...... Very untrustworthy. Dumbledore said in his calm tone, "I suggest you should do a thorough investigation of the Ministry of Magic now to find out why the Dementors who should be in Azkaban are on the Muggle streets, Fudge. ”

"That's enough, Dumbledore!" Fudge slapped the table angrily, "It's not your turn to do what the Ministry of Magic should do, don't forget, I'm the Minister of Magic!"

"Of course, you're the minister, I don't think anyone will deny it. Dumbledore said in his calm tone, "But as I keep reminding you, Voldemort has returned, and what we need to do now is unite." ”

"This is the Inquisition for Harry Potter, not for your nonsense, Albus!" Fudge yelled angrily, knocking over a bottle of ink on his desk.

"I just wanted to tell you, including everyone in this room. Dumbledore's eyes sharpened, "The worst has happened, and self-deception has no effect. ”

"Anyway, you have no evidence that Harry Potter used the Patronus Charm because of the Dementor attack!" Fudge said in exasperation, knocking over a new inkwell that Percy had just replaced him.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, then changed into a comfortable position in his sheepskin chair and said, "If ......"

"Are you still finished?" a voice of suppressed anger came out, and almost everyone looked at the source of the sound in surprise.

"It seems that one of our jurors has his opinion. Dumbledore said with interest.

Fudge looked at Louis and asked hesitantly, "Do you have any comments to make, Pendragon?"

"I wonder how long you're going to have to discuss this pointless topic?" asked Louis, annoyed.

"We are here to judge Harry Potter ........"

"Use this place to judge a Death Eater as a juicher underage wizard?" Louis scoffed.

"This ....."

"Deliberately brought the time forward so long?"

"It's ........"

"For the sake of a juvenile wizard's one spell, such a large group of people came here for a jury, and those who don't know think that Voldemort is on trial next. Louis said with a dark face.

"This is the Ministry of Magic........"

"When did the Ministry of Magic become your house, Fudge?" Louis narrowed his eyes as he stared at Fudge.

The cold sweat behind Fudge came out. He thought that the most important thing to pay attention to in this trial was Dumbledore, but he didn't expect to kill Louis halfway, this is an even more difficult person than Dumbledore. After all, no matter how strong Dumbledore is, he has to abide by the rules of the Ministry of Magic, and Louis is the heir of the Pendragon family, and he is the one who makes the rules.

"I'm in a bad mood right now......... It's very bad........." Louis took a deep breath and glanced around.

Even if you were forced to get up early in the morning, you had to listen to the chatter of a group of people, mixed with the terrifying laughter of a toad girl that made goosebumps rise in the middle.

Louis found that his wake-up gas might be hopeless.