The trial of the century finally came to an end.

For Fudge.

It's a rout...

As far as the wizards were concerned, no one expected this to be the result.

Mr. Haaker's speech was met with applause.

Although he was only a Muggle and did not know magic, his knowledge of the wizarding world was only reported in the newspapers. However, the unparalleled self-confidence of Mr. Prime Minister and the unique personality charm of Mr. Prime Minister shocked people's hearts.

It is the stark opposite of Fudge's hysteria.

Anyone, as long as he is neither deaf nor blind, can clearly feel this huge gap.

That kind of inclusiveness and leadership that belongs to the leader has crushed Fudge for an unknown number of streets.

He's just a Muggle, though.

But...

That though, it would seem like a betrayal of the wizard's identity.

Perhaps this gentleman's leadership of the wizarding world wasn't necessarily a bad thing, at least no worse than Fudge's.

Present, many wizards had such thoughts in their hearts.

"Enough!" Seeing the civilian wizards around him, especially on both sides of the stands, his favorability towards that Muggle skyrocketed.

Before Fugina could continue to entangle, he hurriedly waved his mallet, interrupting the contemplation of the wizards around him, and then pretended to be calm, and said in a loud voice, "Now the judgment begins." ”

"Raise your hand if you believe that Hogwarts Year 1 wizard, Anthony Gawain Faulkirk Windsor violated the International Confederation of Wizards Secrecy Act!"

At this moment, a silent Dumbledore suddenly walked over from the side of the stand, standing calmly beside Antony, his tall figure hiding him in his own shadow.

A purple and black robe, with a bland, even comfortable expression on his face. And the gaze under the half-moon glasses on the hooked nose looked up slightly at Fudge.

Dumbledore's sudden appearance attracted everyone's attention.

The quick show of hands that Fudge had expected didn't happen, and most of the members of the Wizengamot gathered together to whisper a discussion.

Their eyes kept looking back and forth over Dumbledore.

Some people are annoyed, some people are afraid, but more often than not, they are admired and welcomed.

Dumbledore stared for a moment, as the members of the Wizengamot remained silent.

Maybe it's been standing for a long time.

He suddenly drew his wand and gently tapped the chair under Anthony's buttocks, and the chair split into a new one.

Not only that, but the new chair was still changing, first swelling violently, and then fluffy cotton suddenly appeared on the wooden handles, and then thin threads and fabrics grew out of the cotton, sewing the cotton into a cushion.

The pace of change is very fast.

To outsiders, in just a moment, the wooden chair becomes a soft embossed armchair with cotton cushions.

After doing this, the old headmaster sat down steadily, and did not say a word during the whole process.

"You're still the same as before, Dumbledore."

One of the members of the Wizengamot looked very old, and said kindly.

She looked very old, even older than Dumbledore.

"I still remember vividly... When you took the N.E.W.T. exam, the tuft of delphinium that came out was blue-purple and had an alluring fragrance. That's something I've never seen before. ”

"Thank you for your concern, Lady Machibanti." Dumbledore smiled and nodded at her.

The lady smiled in return.

Then her eyes fell on Anthony's body and said, "From the legal level, we really can't find any clause that can confirm your illegality. ”

"But..."

"I have to say, it's just a loophole in the law, and you're the first wizard to successfully drill through."

Lady Geselda Marchiban's face slowly became serious.

By the end of the 19th century, she had already served as judge of the Wizengamot.

It can be said that she is the patriarch of Wizengamot.

As a young man, she was also responsible for various exams in the wizarding world, including the O.W.L., N.E.W.T., and W.O.M.B.A.T. exams.

She was the examiner for the N.E.W.T. exam that Dumbledore had taken. She personally took the young headmaster's Metamorphosis and Charms.

It can be said that Ms. Geselda Marchiban has been influential throughout the Wizengamot.

She represents authority.

"Whew~"

Ms. Marchiban took a deep breath, then continued: "But the law is the law, and if it can be added to at will, it will directly harm the general public. ”

At this point, the old man's mood suddenly fell, and his face full of ravines was full of worries about the future.

She was already in her hundred and fifty years.

She dedicated all her life to the cause of magic.

But in the end, the magical world that has dedicated his life to it has not moved in the direction of peace, and has even become more and more chaotic over the years.

From the European Wizard Wars, to the Rise of the Dark Lord.

In just a few decades, there have been more disasters than in hundreds of years before them.

Sometimes, she also examines herself, is it really worth the hundreds of years of hard work?

Slowly, Ms. Marchiban's gaze withdrew from Anthony's body and shifted her gaze to the stands of the British government.

Maybe that's the change?

"I'm old." Lady Geselda Marchiban sighed, then muttered something before her voice became clearer: "If you are really capable, then do it!" ”

As she spoke, her voice suddenly raised.

"Anthony!"

"I acquit you!"

...

"What?"

"Not guilty?"

"Sounds reasonable."

"How can you be innocent? He's exposed to the wizarding world! ”

As soon as the old woman's words fell, the entire Wizengamot instantly fell into a huge dispute.

Some people were full of anger, others were very indifferent, as if they had nothing to do with themselves, and some people nodded slightly, agreeing with this unbelievable judgment.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Fudge angrily banged on the gavel and shouted hysterically, "Blasphemy, this is a blasphemy of magic." He broke the law and deserved to be punished! ”

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the Minister of Magic slammed his fist on the edge of the table in front of him, knocking over a bottle of ink.

"Dumbledore, don't influence the Wizengamot trial. You and those followers of yours are destroying the entire wizarding world! ”

"Mr. Minister," said the old headmaster calmly.

"As the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, I have been avoiding this case, and I have only spoken to Lady Gestilda Marchiban the whole time, so I don't think I have any actions that will affect the trial."

"And then there's what you call destroying the wizarding world, which... This really makes me a little confused, has anyone hurt me? ”

"I-not-me." Fudge was a little speechless for a moment, he was like a lion in captivity, angry with his teeth and claws, but he couldn't escape the cage at all.