HP Magic Biography

Harry is out of breath now; he can only save himself now.

He once entered a dungeon that was almost terrifying here. Harry hadn't seen it before. Never been here.

However, he and Fanlin visited here in Dumbledore's memory basin, where he saw Barty Crouch Jr. sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban.

The walls are made of black stone, and the torch emits dim light.

There are empty benches on either side of him, but there are many shadows on the tallest benches above him.

They were all talking in low voices, but when the door behind Harry suddenly closed, the hall was filled with ominous silence. An indifferent voice sounded in the trial court.

"you are late."

"I'm sorry," Harry said nervously, "I—I don't know the time has changed."

"That is not the fault of the jury," said the voice, "an owl has been sent to your house this morning. Sit down."

Harry lowered his head to observe the chair in the middle of the courtroom. The armrests of the chair were shackles hidden. He had seen these shackles pop up like alive to secure anyone sitting in the chair.

He walked far enough through the stone ground, and the echo of his footsteps was particularly loud. When Harry sat cautiously on the edge of the chair, the shackles clinked threateningly, but did not lock him.

Harry felt more uncomfortable, and he raised his head to look at the man sitting on the bench above. From the number he could see, it was estimated that there were about fifty people sitting there, all of them wearing plum-colored robes, embroidered with a beautifully crafted silver "w" on the left side of the robe’s chest, all of them Staring at him under the nose, some people have meticulous expressions on their faces, while others look very curious.

In the middle of the front row sat Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, also known as the Minister of Magic.

Fudge is a fat person. He often wears a gray-green magic hat, but he took it off today; he also took off the indulgent smile he used to talk to Harry today. This change made Harry had a feeling of dislocation...

A witch with a broad, square chin sits on Fudge's left side. She wears a monocle and has a terrible expression. To Fudge's right is another witch, but she is sitting far behind the bench, so her face is hidden in the shadows.

"Very well," Fudge said. "The defendant has arrived-even though it is the last-let's get started. Are you ready?" He asked everyone present.

"Yes, sir," said an enthusiastic voice familiar to Harry. Ron's brother Percy was sitting at the very side of the front bench. Harry looked up at Percy, hoping to see some signs in him, but did not respond. Percy's eyes were hidden behind the horn-framed glasses, a piece of parchment was in front of him, and a large quill was in his hand.

"The disciplinary hearing on August 2," Fudge said in a loud voice, and Percy immediately took the record. "Mr. Harry Potter will be tried for violation of the Minor Magic Restriction Regulations and the International Magic Confidentiality Regulations. Mr. Harry Potter is now a resident of No. 4 Privet Road, Little Huijin District, Surrey."

"Inquirer: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic; Emira Susan Bowness, Director of the Enforcement Division of Magic Regulations; Doralus Jan Umbridge, Senior Minister of Magic Deputy Chief. Trial Recorder: Percy Agnatis Weasley--"

"Defense attorney, Albus Percival Woolfrick, Bryan Dumbledore," a calm voice sounded behind Harry, and Harry quickly turned his head to look at it, but turned his neck.

Dumbledore was walking through the room peacefully, wearing a dark blue robe with a very calm expression on his face. His long silver beard and hair gleamed under the light of the torch.

Dumbledore stood next to Harry and looked up at Fudge through the glasses, his half-moon glasses framed in the middle of his long hooked nose. The members of the jury began to whisper.

All eyes are now on Dumbledore. Some people looked distressed, while others were slightly scared; while the two older wizards in the back row waved their hands in welcome.

When Harry saw Dumbledore, a powerful feeling rose in his chest, and the feeling of hope was no less than hearing the song of the phoenix.

He wanted to see Dumbledore's eyes, but Dumbledore didn't look at him; he kept staring at Fudge, who was obviously embarrassed.

"Ah," Fudge said, looking completely panicked. "Dumbledore. Yes. Did you-uh-get news from us-uh-change the hearing time-uh-and location?"

"I would have missed the hearing," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "However, thanks to a lucky mistake, I arrived at the Ministry of Magic three hours early, so nothing was lost."

"Yes—well—I think we need another chair—I—Weasley, can you—?"

"It's okay, it's okay," Dumbledore said happily; he took out his wand, made a small gesture, and a soft chintz armchair appeared next to Harry.

Dumbledore sat down ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The ends of his long fingers were opened, and he looked at Fudge with an interesting look through them.

The members of the jury were still whispering, their expressions flustered and fidgeting; they were not quiet until Fudge spoke again.

"Yes," Fudge said slowly, looking up his notes, "Okay, then. Therefore. Allegations. Yes." Fudge pulled out a piece of parchment from the pile of documents in front of him and took a deep breath. , And then began to read.

The accusations against the defendant are as follows: the defendant knowingly committed the crime, and after receiving a written warning issued by similar charges of magic, he should have been fully aware that his behavior was illegal, but he still used the patron saint magic in the Muggle settlement and was It was performed in front of a Muggle at 9:23 PM on August 2nd. The defendant’s actions violated Article 3 of the Minor Magic Restriction Regulations enacted in 875, and at the same time violated Article 3 of the International Wizards League’s Magic Secrecy Regulations.

"Are you Mr. Harry James Potter who lives at No. 4 Privet Road, Little Huijin, Surrey?" Fudge asked, staring at Harry from the top of the parchment.

"Yes," Harry said.

"Three years ago, you received an official warning from the Ministry of Magic about the illegal use of magic, did you?"

"Yes, but—"

"But you still cast the patron saint curse on the night of August 2, right?"

"Yes," Harry said, "but—"

"You know that you are not allowed to use magic outside of school if you are under 7 years old, right?"

"Yes, but—"

"You know you are in an area full of Muggles, right?"

"Yes, but—"

"You were fully aware that you were very close to a Muggle, right?"