Arthur lowered his voice and coughed softly.

Something. There's no need to say it.

And those staff members of the Ministry of Magic, what's the matter, just think about it, do you have to express your position?

The elevator stops and falls.

The Ministry of Magic officials were in and out, and bird-like notes hovered overhead.

"On the second floor, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, the Auror Command, and the Wizengamot Governing Body."

Dumbledore spoke, "Harry, it's here. ”

Arthur walked out with them, and his office was on this floor.

"Goodbye, Harry." Arthur greeted briskly, trying to make it look as if he was ignoring Dumbledore, "My office is over there, you're going to Wizengamot, I'm not going with you." ”

There are two groups of people, one left and one right.

The sunlight poured in through the windows, shining brightly, in contrast to the weather outside.

Soon they were at the end of a violet door, with a gold openwork clover plaque in the center and ornate words reading "Wizengamot Governing Body."

Dumbledore pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was empty, there was no one, the display was new, there were a few cabinets with all kinds of pictures on them, Dumbledore was the most, and the rest were wizards and witches who Harry didn't know, but were just as old.

A few sofas, there are not many traces of being used, but they have been placed for a long time, and the floor is slightly dented.

"Harry, sit down for a moment." Dumbledore waved his hand at him, and with a wave of his wand, the solid wood cupboard opened, and a few clean cups and a bottle of red wine floated out, "The Wizengamot Administration is rarely visited, you have to understand, we are both very old, and we would rather be able to bask in the sun and sleep lazily." ”

"What time is it?" He asked.

Harry raised his wrist and glanced at the time: "Eighty-forty-eight." ”

"It's ten o'clock before we start dealing with you, and it's still more than an hour, and I guess they won't be over until ten minutes before it starts." Dumbledore sat down as well, picked up his glass, and took a sip.

Harry bowed his head and was about to speak, when he suddenly turned his head and looked at the door.

There was a rushed, flustered footsteps.

"They're here now?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

In response, the door was pushed open, and a wizard hurriedly walked in: "Mr. Dumbledore, and Mr. Potter, thank goodness, I heard someone say that you have come to the Ministry of Magic." ”

"What's the matter?" Harry asked him.

The wizard nodded: "I sent a few owls to deliver a letter to you in the morning, but for some reason, they were not successful. ”

Dumbledore and Harry watched quietly as he performed.

The wizard swallowed and continued, "The time and place of Mr. Potter's trial have changed, the time has changed to nine o'clock, and the location has changed to the tenth courtroom. ”

"The tenth courtroom?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

The wizard nodded and explained in a low voice, "It's an interrogation office on the tenth basement floor. ”

"It is generally used by criminals who have established the facts of a crime." Dumbledore filled in for him what he hadn't said.

The wizard lowered his head, not daring to make eye contact with the two of them.

"Why change the time?" Harry asked.

The wizard replied honestly: "I received a temporary notice from some of the Wizengamot members this morning that more than two-thirds of them are unwell and cannot attend today's trial. ”

"According to the relevant regulations of the Ministry of Magic, when the number of Wizengamot attendees is less than one-third, in order to ensure the fairness of the trial, the Ministry of Magic will take over the trial."

"This interrogation will be conducted by the Minister himself, Mr. Cornelius Fudge."

"How did I not know about this?" Dumbledore raised his hand and gently pushed his glasses, he was the chief magician of the Wizengamot, the nominal supreme leader of the Wizengamot, even if he ignored the affairs and completely handed the Wizengamot to the control of the Ministry of Magic, this kind of thing, a large number of non-attendance, at least inform himself.

The wizard's face was not red, his heart was not beating, and he was even puzzled: "Maybe for some reason, the owl book was not delivered to you." ”

Dumbledore nodded, thoughtful, "Then why did it become place and time?" ”

"Minister Fudge has a meeting of the World Ministry of Magic at ten o'clock, and in the afternoon he will meet with the Minister of Magic of the Thousand Lake Countries, and as you know, the disappearance of Headmaster Karkaroff has become the most important thing in the world." The wizard replied, "And according to the rules of the Ministry of Magic, when there is a change in the interrogators of the meeting, the events and locations can be corrected. ”

"Then let us know in advance." Dumbledore frowned, his tone unchanged.

The wizard whispered: "Notice, I sent several owls in a row, but you haven't been able to receive them." ”

"Alright, Mr. Dumbledore, Mr. Potter, there's not much time, let's hurry."

Harry interrupted him, "No, this gentleman, I'm not going. ”

The wizard was stunned.

Harry drank the wine from his glass and crossed his legs, "Tell my dear Mr. Connelly that I am waiting for him here, and that I will explain my affairs at ten o'clock, not an interrogation, and if he arrives at ten o'clock, and he has not come, then I think we will not be destined today." ”

The wizard argued, "But Minister Fudge has one more at ten."

"That's his business." Harry interrupted him, "I hope you can figure it out, I'm not a sinner. ”

He spread his hands.

"But if you want me to be a criminal, I think I'll gladly grant your wish."

"I'm the most warm-hearted Gryffindor."

The wizard grunted and swallowed heavily.

"Go tell Cornelius." Harry affectionately called the minister's name, "It's nine o'clock"

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time: "Oh, five minutes to go." ”

"Mr. Potter, this is" The wizard wanted to make another attempt.

"You know I'm Harry Potter." Harry interrupted him again, his tone chilling, "Not Albus Dumbledore. ”

He raised his hand slightly.

Alder!

The seal of law was struck, and with a bang, a majestic wave of qi rolled up, crashed into him, swept and staggered out of the door.

He took out his wand again, waved it lightly, and with a snap, the door was slammed shut.

"It's a beautiful silent spell." Dumbledore commented.

Harry sighed, "I can't teach you that level of being scepterless and silent. ”

"I've mastered wandless magic since I was fifty years old." Dumbledore shook his head, "Actually, I was almost able to put the Silent Spell into practice before I graduated, which is much worse than yours. ”

The two of them discussed in a whisper.

Magic is much more interesting than the Ministry of Magic.

With half a bottle of red wine in his stomach, Harry glanced at the time: "It's ten o'clock, Mr. Dumbledore, it's time for us to leave, can we use apparition here?" ”

"No, we have to go back to the hall." Dumbledore shook his head.

They got up and had just walked to the door.

With a click, the doorknob was twisted, and Fudge pushed the door open, followed by a group of people, mostly Ministry of Magic officials, and closest to him was the lady who looked like a toad at the Triwizard Tournament. There were also elderly people wearing fuchsia robes with silver "W" tattoos on their chests.

Two groups of people stood facing each other, the minister

"Mr. Potter." Fudge sent an emotionless greeting, "Good afternoon." ”

"I thought you had to go to a meeting of the Ministry of Magic." Harry smiled slightly, "Looks like you're not that busy?" ”

Fudge gritted his teeth: "You should follow the rules of the Ministry of Magic, instead of being willful and making a mess of my schedule, you know how much I have to pay for you."

Harry interrupted, his wand poked into his chest, "I'd be happy to comply with some of the rules of the Ministry of Magic, but because of someone's whimsical change, I don't think there's any need for that, do I?" ”

"What are you talking about, Mr. Potter?" Fudge's posterior molars are slightly loosened.

"I don't like that." Harry was blunt, staring at him with straight pupils, "Don't play any more tricks on me with your little office tricks, okay?" For Professor Dumbledore's sake, I've made a lot of concessions to you. ”

Fudge took a deep breath, "What the hell are you talking about!" ”

Harry clapped his hands and looked expressionless, "Get down to business, my dear Minister Connelly, you've wasted a lot of time. ”

Fudge pursed his lips and walked in.

They walked into the conference room.

Like the living room outside, it is clean and tidy, but the tables and chairs look half-old and have signs of being used.

When everyone was seated, Fudge gathered around the table, full of his own people, and his courage regained a little, he waited for Umbridge to take out his notebook and quill, and coughed lightly: "August 31 interrogation." ”

Umbridge waved his wand, and the quills automatically recorded.

"Presiding Judge: Corneli Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic, Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Law Enforcement Division of Magic."

"Recorder: Senior Deputy Secretary Dolores Jane Umbridge."

"Defense: Harry Potter."

"Witness for the Defence: Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore."

The toad smiled brightly.

Fudge paused for a moment, then continued, "Mr. Potter, about you being killed on the night of June 24 in Little Hangleston."

"It's just self-defense." Harry interrupted.

Fudge frowned, "Are you going to come up with the ridiculous Death Eaters again?" ”

"Isn't it a Death Eater, and there are ghosts in the Ministry of Magic, who made a move on the Three Strong Cup, causing me to be sent away by the portkey and attacked by twelve adult wizards." Harry sneered, "Does it matter what I had to fight back?" ”

Fudge's face twisted.

Harry raised an eyebrow: "Although the Ministry of Magic is terrible, I have always felt that Scrimgeour is a good Auror, could it be that under your leadership, two months have passed, and he can't even find out the truth." ”

"Of course not." Fudge slammed the table, "We've investigated!" ”

"Some of them were Death Eaters, though"

Harry interrupted him, "It's all! ”

"Connelly, I hope you don't overlook the fact that they all have dark mark on their arms."

The release of "Singing the Opposite" forced the Ministry of Magic to face up to the fact of the "Dark Mark", at least not to pretend not to know anything as before.

Rita Skeeter!

How much Fudge used to like her, and how much he dislikes her now, he gritted his teeth and took a long breath before taking a deep breath, "Mr. Potter, I don't think we're familiar enough to call her by name. ”

"Okay, Connelly." Harry nodded, sincerely.

Fudge was stunned, and his face showed an expression as if he was watching Dumbledore chew on a pile of cockroaches: "Even if they are all of them, they have already reformed themselves."

"So they cast a door-to-door spell on the top three cups and passed me over, and this is a reform?" Harry interrupted.

Fudge frantically tugged at his quill, "Mr. Potter, please wait until I'm done."

"Okay, Connelly." Harry interrupted him anyway, "But you're so willful that I don't think I can pretend I can't hear it. ”

Fudge took a deep breath, "Mr. Potter, according to our investigation, they have very serious, very cruel traces of dark magic on their bodies. ”

"Although it looks like they died by the sword."

"But that cruel black magic caused irreversible damage to their bodies, and their flesh and blood were squeezed dry, even if there was no other external force, they would have died from that black magic."

"Mr. Potter, what do you explain by that?"

"It's amazing that you can still find this thing." Harry couldn't help but marvel at them.

Fudge triumphed: "Don't expect any clues to escape the eyes of the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Potter, us"

"But if you're smarter, you might be able to find that the traces of dark magic on their bodies come from the Dark Magic mark." Harry whispered.

Fudge slammed the table, "Don't try to bring out your Death Eater, Mystery's quibbles again!" ”

"The mysterious man has been dead for fifteen years, how can his mark still have magical abilities!"

"I think you performed a very cruel dark magic experiment on them, and finally disguised as a scene where they attacked you and were killed by your counterattack."

"You've handpicked twelve people who have ever been stained!"

"It's a murder!"

His words were burning, and he wanted to detain this charge on the spot.

"Think about it with the brain you might have." Harry sneered, "I was preparing for the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts, and under the watchful eye of the Ministry of Magic, how did I cast a spell on the Triwizard Cup, and how did I bring together twelve people I had never contacted, all of whom were Death Eaters. ”

"I'm more Voldemort than Voldemort, and the Death Eaters listen to me more than Voldemort?"

The name came out of his mouth, snorting, as if it had sucked the air away.

"Minister Fudge." Bones spoke, a lady who looked a lot like Professor McGonagall, and her voice was as stern, "I think if you read the report you gave to you from the Aurors office three days ago. ”

"You shouldn't be confused that the dark magic on those twelve comes from the dark mark."

"The Department of Magical Law Enforcement can vouch for those magical source Dark Markers."

Fudge was stunned and looked at Bones.

There was a shock in my eyes - the document you gave me three days ago was so important?

Harry looked at her with some surprise.

"Ah, but that doesn't prove unrelated to Mr. Potter." Fudge grasped the wording.

Harry's eyes gradually cooled, "But it doesn't prove that it has anything to do with me. ”

"Cornelius." Dumbledore spoke gently, "Did you find the person who cast the spell on the Triumph Cup?" ”

Fudge shook his head, "No, we didn't find any record of using the portkey in the Ministry of Magic. ”

"I don't think those people, since they're all going to kill me, they're not going to follow the rules to register with the Ministry of Magic." Harry's tone was cold.

Fudge flipped through the file in front of him, trying to find something more.

Harry spoke, "Anything else to say?" School starts tomorrow and I don't have much time to waste here. ”

Dumbledore looked at the rest of the room, took out his wand, and slammed it on the table, conjuring a cup full of syrup: "I don't think there is any law that can bind a completely innocent person. ”

"In this matter, we all know the ins and outs."

"Twelve former Death Eaters, and one outstanding student who is attending Hogwarts and has received a special contribution award to the school."

Speaking of which, Dumbledore had a strange expression and looked at Harry, what was going on with this strange sense of déjà vu

Fudge took a deep breath, "Okay, then, those who think it's time to continue the charges against Mr. Potter, please raise your hand." ”

He didn't hesitate.

Umbridge didn't hesitate either.

Dumbledore and Harry's eyes looked around at the others, only the three more, and raised their hands.

Reluctantly, Fudge continued, "Raise your hand, then, those who think they should not proceed with the charges against Mr. Potter." ”

Bones raised his hand without hesitation.

The third of Wizengamot's arrival also raised their hands—they didn't dare offend Dumbledore, even if the chief magician had no real power.

"Five votes in favor, eleven votes against, and nine abstentions." Bones spoke, his face cold, "Connelly, I told you, there's no need to waste time, whether it's us or Mr. Potter, the most important thing is to find the culprit who cast the spell on the Triwizard Cup and planned this conspiracy. ”

Fudge didn't speak, stood up, threw away the full table of files, and was about to walk out of the conference room.

Harry waved his wand, and the chair dragged and flew to the floor, curling with a long, piercing cacophony, and stopped in front of Fudge.

"Mr. Potter?" Fudge turned his head to look.

"Connelly, is there anything else you haven't said to me?" Harry whispered.

Fudge looked embarrassed, he looked at Dumbledore, then at Bones, and then at the rest of the room, "Sorry, Mr. Potter, for delaying you." ”

He jerked his fat body and quickened his pace, trying to get out of the place faster.

Damn it!

The people of the Ministry of Magic didn't even help themselves, and next time they made an exception, they must propose a candidate to replace the executive director of the law of magic, this woman is too.

Snort -

The chair stopped in front of him again.

"Mr. Potter?" Fudge was a little annoyed, his cheeks flushed with an unhealthy crimson, and his blood pressure highlighted the veins on his temples, "What else do you want to do?" ”

5K！！！ There are also in the evening

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