Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 400 The final word

Tiera didn't stay much after being picked up from the bed, and jumped directly to London through the divine dimension.

After arriving in London, Tiera was not in a hurry to go to the Ministry of Magic. Instead, she found a coffee shop that looked high-end and classy. After packing a black coffee and a piece of cake, she sat and waited in the coffee shop.

Got up.

About twenty minutes later, Tiera stood up, walked out of the coffee shop, and then disappeared around the corner——

Just a few minutes ago, the Ministry of Magic was located in the Wizengamot, ten floors underground.

Harry's racing heart thumped against his Adam's apple.

He swallowed hard, turned the heavy iron handle on the door, and walked into the tenth courtroom.

Harry gasped, he couldn't control himself. The deep dark room he walked into was too familiar to him, and it made him frightened.

Not only had Harry seen it before, but he had been here before. This was the place he had seen in Dumbledore's Pensieve, where he had witnessed the Lestranges being sentenced to Azkaban.

Life imprisonment.

The surrounding walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and eerie.

On both sides of him were rows of empty benches that were gradually rising, and in front of him, on the highest benches, many dark figures suddenly appeared. They had been whispering just now, and when the heavy door opened,

As it closed behind Lee, an ominous silence fell.

A cold man's voice echoed in the courtroom.

"you are late."

"I'm sorry," Harry said nervously, "I - I didn't know the time had changed."

"It's not the Wizengamot's fault," the voice said. "I sent an owl to inform you this morning. Sit down."

Harry lowered his gaze and looked at the chair in the center of the room. On the armrests of the chair were chains on the left and right.

He had seen these chains suddenly jump up and tie the person sitting in the middle tightly.

His feet walked across the stone floor, making a loud echo. He carefully sat on the edge of the chair, and the chains jingled menacingly, but they did not tie him up.

Harry felt dizzy and sick, and looked up at the people sitting on the bench above.

What he could see was about fifty people, wearing purple-red robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left chest. They all looked down at him, some with stern expressions, and some with no expression at all.

Don't hide your inner curiosity.

In the middle of the row of benches in front of him sat Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic. Fudge was a fat man who often wore a dark yellow-green round hat, but he didn't wear it today.

In addition, the kind smile he always had on his face when talking to Harry disappeared today.

To Fudge's left sat a broad, square-jawed witch with short gray hair, wearing a monocle, and an intimidating expression on her face.

To Fudge's right sat another witch, but she was sitting too far back on the bench, her face shrouded in shadow.

"Very good," Fudge said, "The defendant has finally arrived. Let's get started. Are you ready?"

he asked loudly across the bench.

"Yes, sir." A voice familiar to Harry said eagerly. Ron's brother Percy sat on the edge of the front bench. Harry looked at Percy, thinking he would show an expression of recognition,

But there was no expression on his face.

Percy's eyes hidden behind horn-rimmed glasses were staring intently at the parchment in front of him, with a quill in his hand ready to write.

"The trial on August 12th," Fudge said in a loud voice, and Percy hurriedly began to take notes. "The trial of Harry James Potter, who lives at No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for violating the Treaty of the Future.

Cases concerning the Reasonable Restraint of Adult Witches Act and the International Statute of Secrecy.”

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary. Recorder of the trial: Per

West Ignatius Weasley—"

"Witness for the defense: Albus Percival Wulfric, Brian Dumbledore." A loud, but calm voice suddenly rang through the dark space.

Harry turned his head quickly, but did not see Dumbledore appear——

Like other wizards in the Wizengamot, Dumbledore's voice seemed to appear out of thin air.

"呲——"

"呲呲——"

"呲呲呲——"

A ball of orange-red flame appeared out of thin air in mid-air.

The flames rotated and burned, getting bigger and bigger, and finally, an old man walked out of the flames——

It's Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was wearing a gorgeous golden-red robe, holding an out-of-place packing belt in his hand, with an extremely calm expression on his face.

He walked to a place parallel to Harry, raised his head, and looked at Fudge through the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his aquiline nose. His long silver-white beard and hair shone in the light of the fire that had not yet disappeared.

Bright.

"Harry, long time no see."

As soon as "Dumbledore" appeared, he looked at Harry first, and then handed him the packing tape in his hand, "Harry, you must not have eaten much this morning. Come, I packed you a cake and a

Coffee, go down and sit in the auditorium and eat it slowly."

"Huh?" Harry packed the belt without knowing why, and looked at Dumbledore with some confusion.

"Dumbledore" didn't wait for Harry to react, he lifted him up from the seat in the center of the courtroom and pushed him to the audience——

"Watch and learn, Harry, watch and learn."

"Dumbledore" whispered, then stood in the center of the courtroom minding his own business——

The members of the Wizengamot were all whispering to each other. All eyes were on Dumbledore. Some seemed annoyed, some seemed a little scared, and the two elderly witches sitting in the back row actually waved their hands.

welcome.

But Dumbledore acted as if he didn't recognize them. He first greeted Harry with a smile, and then looked straight ahead.

As soon as Harry saw Dumbledore, a strong emotion arose in his heart, making him feel at ease and full of hope, just like the feeling that Phoenix Fox's song once brought to him. This made Harry's previous feelings towards Dumbledore

The resentment immediately dissipated a lot.

"Ah..." Cornelius Fudge exclaimed, seeming to have no idea at all, "Deng, Deng, Dumbledore... yes... so, you - um - um - you received

Our letter - do you know that the time and location of the interrogation have changed?"

"No." Dumbledore said resolutely, with a cold face, "But as luck would have it, I'm not here just for Harry's business. After all, it's a long trip to the Ministry of Magic, and my old bones can't handle it.

So I am planning to summon the wizards of the Wizengamot today so that I can pass one of my reform proposals."

Harry noticed that Dumbledore's words were "pass one of my reform bills", as if he was stating an established fact.

"You, you, what do you want to do?" Cornelius Fudge asked stutteringly, "This is, this is the trial scene of Harry Potter. You -"

"I think there is no need to waste any more time on the Harry Potter case."

"Dumbledore" interrupted rudely, "Article 7 of the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act" states that magic can be used in front of Muggles under special circumstances. Those special circumstances include

The life of the wizard himself or other wizards or Muggles present at the same time was threatened... I remember that the Ministry of Magic records clearly stated that Harry used the Patronus Charm in front of Dudley Dursley, right? Obviously, even if

If Lee intentionally violates the Statute of Secrecy, then there are only two situations, either showing off his magical power in front of Dudley Dursley, a Muggle, a transfiguration spell, a fire spell, even a levitation spell or a clear spring of water, which are the best.

A good choice, he is a little wizard who is about to be in fifth grade and there is no need to use such advanced magic as the Patronus Charm."

"If he wanted to punish Dursley, why didn't Harry blow up Dursley into a balloon like he did during the summer vacation before the start of his third year?"

"Dumbledore" paused, looked at Cornelius Fudge mockingly, and continued, "And I remember you didn't say anything when Harry blew his aunt into a balloon. That incident was comparable to

This time it was much worse, but you just laughed it off."

"Dumbledore! You-" Cornelius Fudge suppressed his blush, and his heart seemed to be filled with shame for a moment.

"What am I?"

"Dumbledore" did not give Cornelius Fudge a chance to continue.

"We're both adults, Cornelius Fudge, so I think you might as well just say it."

"Dumbledore" increased the intensity of his taunting, "Look at you, look at you, it's the Tenth Courtroom again, it's the Wizengamot again, what do you want to do?"

"Don't you just want to deal with me? Don't you just want to use Harry to make a fuss about me?"

"You look so majestic, Cornelius Fudge."

"Dumbledore" continued, "You are so majestic. The team that tried to judge the Death Eaters will judge Harry Potter, haha..."

"You, you, you, you, you..." Cornelius Fudge's face turned red from suppressing it, and he couldn't say a word except "you". It was like someone had taken off the last fig leaf.

"I can tell you right now, no way!"

"Dumbledore" sounded like a bell:

"I tell you, there is no other outcome in Harry Potter's matter. Harry Potter's use of the Patronus Charm in front of Dursley fully complied with Article 7 of the Reasonable Restraint of Minors.

In the case of a spirit monster, I used the Patronus Charm to protect both myself and the Muggle named Dursley."

"So I think he not only shouldn't be sitting here and being judged, but he should also be commended. Even if he doesn't have the Order of Merlin Level 3, he should at least be praised in the Daily Prophet!"

"This is the end of Harry Potter's case!"

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