Chapter 892 One-Sided Trial

As soon as Ivan finished speaking, Umbridge moved uneasily again.

"Murder?" said Fudge gruffly. "Nonsense, it sounds ridiculous. You've made up too many stories over the years, from basilisks to You-Know-Who, and now it's someone in the Ministry trying to kill Harry Potter." special?"

"But this is very likely to be true, Mr. Minister." Ai Wen said, "Just look it up and you will know that if someone ordered the dementor, it will definitely leave clues, and the Ministry of Magic has the right to order dementors." There are not many soul monsters..."

"You don't mean to say I'm trying to murder Harry Potter, do you?!" roared Fudge, his face flushed maroon. "Crazy, not normal at all. Look, Dumbledore, this It's the student you taught, you don't believe in this kid's nonsense, do you?"

There are no more than five people in the Ministry of Magic who can control the dementors, and Fudge naturally thinks that Ivan will talk about him.

He is now like a powder keg that explodes at the slightest touch.

It is simply impossible to reason with him and analyze this matter calmly.

Umbridge coughed softly, leaned out from the shadows, and could see her clearly.

She was like a big pale toad, squat and squat, with a broad, flabby face, with a neck like Harry's Uncle Vernon, with a big drooping mouth and big eyes, Round, slightly convex outward.

Even the little black velvet bow in her short curly hair reminded one of a large fly.

It looked like she was about to stick out her long sticky tongue to catch it.

"Oh!" gasped Fudge. "The Chair has granted the floor to Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge."

So she began to speak in a high-pitched voice that fussed like a little girl.

"I'm sorry, I believe I must have misunderstood you," she said, with a smirk on her face, her big round eyes still as indifferent as before, "I'm so stupid, but I think For a brief moment this Mr Mason seemed to be accusing the Ministry of Magic of ordering the attack on the boy?"

She laughed like a silver bell, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

Several members of the Wizengamot laughed with her, but none of them really found it funny, that was all too obvious.

"It's just a possibility, and it's not the Ministry of Magic, but someone in the Ministry of Magic."

"What difference does it make?" said Fudge angrily.

"I think what Ai Wen said is very reasonable, and that's exactly what I want to say." Dumbledore said mildly, "If it is true that the dementors only accept orders from the Ministry of Magic, if the two dementors take orders from the Ministry of Magic for a week Harry and his cousin were indeed attacked before, so logically, it is possible that someone from the Ministry of Magic ordered the dementors to attack. Of course, these two special dementors may not be under the control of the Ministry of Magic. ..."

"There's no Dementor out of the hands of the Ministry!" snapped Fudge.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, keeping a smile on his face.

"Obviously, then, the Ministry of Magic will no doubt thoroughly investigate why those two dementors came so far from Azkaban, and why they attacked people without permission."

"Enough is enough, enough is enough, Dumbledore, it's not up to you to decide what the Ministry of Magic does or doesn't do!" Fudge said roughly, his face was completely purple at the moment, "you and your body Don't tell the Ministry of Magic what to do with that kid next to you, you don't have that right."

"Of course it is." Dumbledore said unhurriedly, "But as an ordinary person who is concerned about the progress of this matter, I just express my belief that this matter will be investigated and found out."

He glanced at Ms. Burns, who readjusted her monocle and stared at Dumbledore again, as if understanding something.

"I want to remind you that the behavior of those two dementors, even if they were not the product of these two children's wild imagination, is not the topic of this interrogation!" said Fudge, panting heavily, turning his head away from them, "We are here to interrogate the Harry Potter violation case!"

"Of course it is!" Dumbledore said, "but the appearance of dementors in the alley is closely related to this case. Article 7 of the Act states that magic can be used in front of Muggles under special circumstances. Exceptional circumstances include when the life of the wizard himself or other wizards or Muggles who are present at the same time is threatened..."

"We are very familiar with the content of Article 7, thank you so much!" Fudge roared.

"Of course it is." Dumbledore said evenly, "Then we all agree that the circumstances in which Harry used the Invoke Guardian Charm fall within the scope of the special circumstances described in Article 7?"

"That said, if there were dementors, I highly doubt it."

"You have already heard an eyewitness account." Dumbledore interrupted him, "If you still suspect that she is not telling the truth, you might as well call her in again and ask her again, I think she will definitely not object. "

"I, that, I, no..." Fudge growled angrily, fiddling with the paper in front of him, "I want to end this today, Dumbledore!"

"However, you will certainly take the trouble to listen to a witness, because rashness can lead to serious miscalculations."

"Serious misjudgment, my God!" Fudge said at the top of his voice, "Dumbledore, have you ever bothered to calculate how many ridiculous lies this kid made up to cover up his blatant publicity outside the school?" Abuse of magic! I think you've probably forgotten the hovering spell he used three years ago..."

"That's not me, it's a house-elf!" said Harry.

"See?" growled Fudge, gesturing exaggeratedly in Harry's direction. "A house-elf, in a Muggle house, is that possible?"

"The house elf is currently employed by Ivan, and he is in the Hogwarts kitchen." Dumbledore said, "If you want, I can call him here to testify right away."

"I, no, I don't have time for house-elf bullshit! And, not only that, he blows up his aunt, for God's sake!" cried Fudge, slamming his fist on the judge's bench , knocked over a bottle of ink.

"You were very merciful in not bringing the charges, and I think you agree that even the best wizards don't always have control over their emotions," said Dumbledore calmly, as Fudge frantically wiped the ink from his notes.

"And Ivan Mason next to him, he has caused countless troubles in the past few years, we are too tolerant of these two children!" Fudge continued to shout, "Just last year's Quidditch In the World Cup finals, he fought that damned vampire in front of all the wizards in the world, and even used a shapeshifting technique..."

"Obviously, but this is not Ivan's mistake. It is something that the Ministry of Magic should be responsible for. If you can ensure the safety of the game, Ivan will not have to risk his life and fight with dangerous vampires. Connelly, are you Do you want to pursue this matter?"

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