Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

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"I didn't mean that, but it is undeniable that Harry and his cousin were indeed attacked by Dementors." Dumbledore said loudly to the jury, "As for whether there is anyone in here who is secretly making troubles , I think some people know it best."

Dumbledore's yin and yang words made the jury members look bad at Fudge, and they were not fools. They had already seen the situation that Fudge and Dumbledore were not dealing with the incident, and with Fudge It is not incomprehensible to do what Dumbledore said.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, Fudge exploded, only to see the muscles on his flushed face twitching constantly. Suddenly, he slammed the table and made a loud noise, and then he directed at Deng Bu. Lido roared:

"You panic!"

After speaking, he turned his eyes to the jury and explained:

"Every time the Ministry of Magic mobilizes a dementor to go out to perform a mission, it will carry out strict reporting and layers of notification. Even if I want to mobilize a dementor, I need to notify the Auror Office Director and the warden of Azkaban first. And you all know how upright Scrimgeour, the current Auror chief, is, and if I did send a Dementor to attack Harry Potter, he would never agree."

Fudge's cannibalistic gaze fell on Harry again.

"Then there is only one final result, and that is Harry Potter, he is lying!"

Fudge's voice was decisive, and many members of the jury nodded instinctively in agreement.

"I'm not lying!" Harry clasped the handle of the chair tightly, with blue veins on his hands. "The Dementors did attack us!"

"You're still lying! Honourable Wizengamore MPs, the prisoner in front of you is a habitual liar! In fact, he had lied before when he was warned by the Ministry of Magic for using a spell without authorization during the summer vacation. Says a house-elf broke into his house and released the spell! Ha! A house-elf! Inexplicably broke in..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Fudge was only halfway through his words when a loud cough interrupted him.

"Minister Fudge, in fact," Mike said, seeing his cough caught everyone's attention, "in fact the house-elf who broke into Harry's house and wreaked havoc with magic is now working for me."

"Working for you!?"

"Yes, he is now a member of the Los Santos Group, responsible for cleaning the Los Santos headquarters." Mike said, "If you need, I can call him to testify in person."

After that, Mike smiled and blinked at Harry, who looked at Mike gratefully.

"This... this doesn't mean anything, even if..."

"Enough, Fudge," said Dumbledore. "In fact, we have a witness to prove that the Dementors did attack Harry and his cousin."

Fudge's fat face became even more red, he stared at Dumbledore below, and after a while, he said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm afraid we won't have time to listen to this nonsense any more, Dumbledore, and I hope this will be dealt with quickly..."

"I may not remember exactly," Dumbledore's mouth twitched, "but I believe that under the Wizengamore Charter of Rights,

The defense has the right to have witnesses testify against it, isn't it, Ms. Burns? "

"That's right! It's true," said the woman with the monocle, holding up her glasses. "Then where is the witness you mentioned?"

"I brought her, and she's outside the door now."

"Weasley, you go!"

Fudge said to Percy viciously, and then Percy stood up immediately and ran as fast as possible down the stone steps to the door.

A moment later, Percy came back with an old woman behind him.

The old woman looked very nervous, she walked tremblingly and looked like she might die here at any time.

Seeing this, Dumbledore made a chair for him to sit down, and then Fudge reprimanded non-stop and asked:

"Name!"

"Arabella Dorian Feig, I saw a Dementor attack myself the other day..."

The old woman named Figg was taken aback by Fudge's voice, and she spoke so fast and hastily that she seemed to be reciting lines.

Seeing this, Fudge smiled, but then he turned his face again and said viciously:

"I didn't ask you that!"

"Yes Yes!"

"On our records, no wizards other than Harry Potter live in that area, so who the hell are you?"

Mrs. Figg was silent, and after a long time, as if she had finally summoned up her courage, she bravely raised her head and panted, and said in a tone that was close to sarcasm:

"I'm a Squib, so you won't register my name, will you?"

"Squib, eh?" said Fudge, looking at her suspiciously. "We'll check. (Fudge looks to jury) By the way, can Squib see Dementors?"

Fudge's words made the jury laugh, and they all looked at Mrs. Figg as if they were watching a bear in a circus.

"Yes, we can see..."

Mrs. Figg bowed her head, her voice murmured, and her eyes were red.

The tidal wave of laughter in the courtroom completely destroyed the little bit of courage she had just mustered.

"What did you say? I can't hear you!"

Fudge smiled and put his hand on his ear in a trumpet shape, and his action made the laughter louder.

"She said they could see!"

Dumbledore frowned, staring coldly at Fudge and the jury.

The people his eyes swept across seemed to be attacked by dementors, and the smiles quickly disappeared from their faces, returning to their original seriousness.

"Ugh!" Fudge coughed, loosening his tie, and pretending that nothing had happened. "Okay, then, tell us, what did you see that night?"

Ms. Figg, who had her head down, raised her head now and was looking at Dumbledore with grateful eyes.

After hearing Fudge's question, she quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve, then took a deep breath and said firmly:

"That night, when I was out shopping for cat food, I heard a commotion in the alley between Magnolia Crescent Street and Wisteria Road, and when I got to the entrance of the alley, I saw the Dementors chasing Hallibert. and his cousin!"

"What are they like?"

"They're big, and they're wearing capes! Their capes are tattered, but also so big that they cover their faces..."

As Ms. Feige's story progressed, the whispers in the courtroom rang out again.

Many people sitting beside Mike cast sarcastic glances at Feige off the court.

Yes, Ms. Figg's description of the dementor's appearance is very detailed, but no one believes that she has actually seen a dementor because she does not describe the nature of the dementor at all!

That kind of clammy, emotionless, terrifying feeling that you will never forget once you touch it once!

"Well, it's very big, and it's still wearing a tattered cloak." Fudge repeated Feige's words strangely, and then snorted sarcastically, "I see, is there anything else?"

"Yes," Feige said, "but when they came, everything was cold, and it was a very hot summer! And then I felt... as if all happiness was lost from the world... I I remembered...a terrible thing..."

Figg's voice trembled and faded away, and the whispers in the courtroom disappeared.

"They, e" said Fudge, licking his lips, "what did they do?"

"They jumped at the two boys, one fell down, the other backed away and tried to fight off the Dementors. This is Harry, he tried twice, but it was just silver smoke. It wasn't until the third time that he conjured up a Patronus and chased away the two dementors."

Fudge and Burns looked at each other, and then pouted and said:

"Very well, you can go."

Lady Figg looked timidly at Fudge and then at Dumbledore.

It wasn't until Dumbledore nodded, that he stood up from the chair and walked out of the courtroom tremblingly.

And it was not until the door of the courtroom was slammed shut that Fudge said arrogantly:

"This witness is hard to convince!"

"Oh? I don't think so," Burns said. "Her description of the Dementors is so accurate, I can't imagine why she would say that if they weren't there."

"Then the question is," Dumbledore's voice caught everyone's attention. "Why did the Dementors suddenly appear in that place?"

"I repeat it again!" Fudgeton stood up suddenly, "There can be no spies in the Ministry of Magic!"

Burns agrees:

"That's right, dispatching a dementor to go out on a mission requires a lot of formalities. No one can send a dementor without telling everyone."

"Don't worry," Dumbledore laughed. "I didn't say there were spies at the Ministry of Magic. Maybe the people who ordered the Dementors to attack Harry weren't from the Ministry of Magic?"

"It's impossible, no one but the Ministry of Magic can order Dementors!"

"Not necessarily."

"enough!"

Seeing that the trial was about to turn into a farce, Burns stopped Dumbledore and Fudge from arguing, and said to everyone:

"Let's stop arguing about this! Dumbledore, as to why the Dementors appeared on Privet Drive and attacked Harry, the Ministry of Magic will investigate! Now, let's settle another matter, shall we? ?"

Dumbledore nodded, then Burns bowed to the jury and continued:

"Now, raise your hand if you agree that the charges are not substantiated."

Hearing this, almost everyone raised their hands, including Mike and Mario.

A smile suddenly bloomed on Harry's face. He looked at Dumbledore as if to say something of thanks, but he was so nervous that he couldn't say anything.

"It looks like there's no need for the next vote." Burns looked at Fudge. "What do you think?"

Fudge's head kept twisting, his eyes swept across the faces of the jury members, as if to remember the faces of those who raised their hands.

After a while, he finally stopped, took two deep breaths, and said intermittently in a slightly deformed voice:

"Very good, very good... accusation, not true!"

"Great!" Dumbledore said cheerfully, "Okay, I have to go. I wish you a good day today."

After saying that, he didn't even look at Harry, and walked out of the courtroom quickly.

"We have to go too."

Mario tapped Mike on the shoulder.

"Wait," Mike replied without looking back, "I think I have to console my friend."

Following Mike's gaze, Mario saw Harry standing in a state of despair, nodded and said:

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the lobby."

After speaking, Uncle Mario adjusted his clothes and left his seat.

And Mike, who came to Harry's side, put his arm on his shoulder.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

"Oh! It's Mike!" Harry was startled, but then said in a dull tone, "I'm fine, but..."

"Okay, let's not stay here, let's go out and talk, okay?"

With that said, Mike helped Harry, who was somewhat collapsed, to follow the crowd towards the door.

Just as he walked out of the gate, Mike saw Sirius Black poking his head, anxiously looking for something in the crowd.

Seeing this, Mike waved his hand and said loudly:

"Blake, we are here!"

"Oh! Are you all right!" Blake pushed his way through the crowd roughly, and came to the two of them and hugged Harry, "I saw Dumbledore just now, but he looked anxious and didn't talk to anything. I say."

"The matter is over and all charges are dismissed."

Hearing Mike's words, Black hugged Harry and cheered.

And Harry, who was hugged, didn't say anything, just smiled reluctantly.

How could Mike not know what Harry was thinking, he was just angry because he was ignored by Dumbledore, so he patted Harry on the shoulder again and said:

"Dumbledore may be really in a hurry, and you don't need to be so sad!"

"That's right! Be happy, we have a big victory! This is going to be a party to celebrate!" Blake said excitedly, patting Harry's back, "Mike, come with us too!"

"No, I already have an appointment."

In the face of Mike's refusal, Blake didn't show too much sadness, and after a few polite words, he couldn't wait to take Harry away from the Ministry of Magic.

And after Mike stayed until Black and others left, he also came to the hall to meet with Uncle Mario who had been waiting there.

"Let's go, Mike." Mario took out his pocket watch and looked at it. "The time is right, we can still make it to lunch."

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