Chapter 819

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Harry felt his chest was a little stuffy, and Fudge's quick-paced questions made Harry feel a little unprepared.

"Yes," Harry said angrily, "but I did it because we were -"

the witch in the monocle interrupted Harry in a quick tone.

"You cast a full patron magic, didn't you?"

"Yes," said Harry, "because..."

"A visible patron magic, right?"

"Once What? " Said Harry.

"Does your patron saint Magic have a clear image? I mean, it's not a puff of steam or a puff of smoke, is it? "

"Yes," said Harry, who was now impatient and a little disappointed. "It's a stag. It's always a stag."

"Always?" Asked Mrs. Bonis aloud. "Have you ever cast patron magic before

"Yes," said Harry, "I've been able to do this magic for more than a year."

"So you were 15 then?"

"Yes, and --"

"what did you learn in school?"

"Professor Lupin taught me when I was three years old, because that -"

"was impressive," said Mrs. Bonis, who looked down at Harry, "to perform a real patron saint magic at that age It's very impressive. "

Some of the witches and witches around her whispered again; some nodded, but others frowned and shook their heads.

"It's not about how impressive the magic is now," fudge asked in a grumpy voice. "In fact, the more impressive it is, the worse it gets. I think the magic the child is doing is clearly seen by a Muggle!"

The sorcerers who frowned now murmured their approval, but Percy, pretending to be a sacred nod, stimulated Harry to speak.

"I cast my magic because of Dementors!" Harry exclaimed before anyone could interrupt him. He had hoped for more commotion, but the jury was quiet and seemed more intense than before.

"Dementors?" Asked Mrs. Bonis after a moment, her bushy eyebrows raised until her monocle was almost falling off. "What do you mean, child?"

"I mean there are two Dementors on the way. They attacked me and my cousin!"

"Ah," fudge said again, smirking unhappily at the jurors around him, as if to ask them to share the joke.

"Yes, yes. I think we've heard something like that

"Dementors appear in the little Huijin district?" "I don't understand --"

"I don't understand..."

"Don't you understand, Emira?" Fudge was still giggling. "Let me explain. He had thought about it thoroughly and thought Dementors could be used to make up a very real cover story. Muggles can't see Dementors. Can they, son? Very convenient, very convenient So that's just one side of your story, no witnesses... "

"I didn't lie!" Harry's loud voice overshadowed another murmur in the courtroom. "There are two of them, coming out from both ends of the alley, and it's dark and cold around. My cousin feels them and runs over --"

"that's enough! That's enough With a defiant look on his face, Fudge said, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I'm sure it's just a pre arranged story -"

Dumbledore cleared his throat and the jury was quiet again.

"In fact, we had a witness who saw Dementors appear in the alleys," he said. "I mean anyone except Dudley Dursley."

Fudge's plump face relaxed as if someone had taken air from it. He looked at Dumbledore for a moment, then, as if someone had pulled him back, he said, "I'm afraid we don't have time to hear more lies. I want to deal with it quickly - "

" I may be wrong, "Dumbledore said happily," but I am sure that the jury charter is correct and that the defendant has the right to provide witnesses to his case? Isn't this the policy of the magic Ordinance office, Mrs. Bonis? " He pointed to the witch in the monocle and continued.

"Yes," said Mrs. Bonis, "very true."

"Oh, good, good," said Fudge suddenly. "Where is this man?"

"I've brought her," said Dumbledore. "She's right outside the door. I can -- "

"No - Weasley, you go," fudge growled to Percy. "Tell her to come right now, walk from the courtroom hall to the stone steps, and then pass quickly without looking at Harry and Dumbledore."

Soon Percy came back, followed by Mrs. Figg. She looked frightened and more eccentric than before.Harry hoped she had not forgotten to change her pair of men's slippers. Dumbledore stood up and offered his chair to Mrs. Figg, and then magically changed it for himself.

"Full name?"

Asked fudge in a loud voice, as Mrs. Figge sat nervously at the edge of her chair.

"Arabella Dorian Figg," said Mrs. Figg in a trembling voice.

"Your exact identity?" Asked fudge haughtily.

"I'm a resident of Mr. Harry Potter's house in little whinging." Answered Mrs. Figg.

"With the exception of Mr. Harry Potter, we have only van Lindel, who left a year ago, and there are no other witches or witches living in little whinging," Mrs. Bonis said immediately. "It's always too close to the monitor that provides Provide past events. "

"I'm a squib," said Mrs. Figg, "so you didn't register me, did you?"

"A squib, eh?" Fudge looked up at Mrs. Figge and said, "we will investigate. You give me your birth details to my assistant, Weasley. By the way, can Squibb see Dementors He added, looking left and right.

"Yes, we can!" Said Mrs. Figg angrily.

Fudge looked down at Mrs. Figg, his eyebrows raised. "Good," he said coldly, "what's your story?"

"I went out at about 9 p.m. on August 2, and went to the shop on the corner of westria's Promenade to buy cat food," said Mrs. Figg at once, as if she had learned what to say. "But I heard a commotion in the lane between Mulan back street and westria walk. As I approached the street, I saw Dementors running -- "

" running? " Mrs. Bonis said sharply, "Dementors don't run. They slide."

"That's what I'm going to say," Mrs. Figg said quickly, with a touch of pink on her shriveled face. "They glide down the lane and look like two children."

"What do you think they look like?" Mrs. Bonis's eyebrows were so deep that her eyeglasses fell off her face.

"Yes, one of them is very fat and the other is very thin -"

"no, no," Mrs. Bonis said impatiently, "Dementors Describe the Dementor. "

"Oh," said Mrs. Figg, with a blush now creeping up her neck. "They are big. It's huge and wearing a cloak. "

Harry felt his stomach go terrible at this moment. Whatever Mrs. Figg said, it seemed to Harry that at best she had seen pictures of Dementors, and they were not conveyed in the true way: their terrible way of moving, floating a few inches above the ground; or the smell of their decay; and the terrible click of their sucking air In the second row, a pudgy wizard was leaning over and whispering to his neighbor. The wizard had a huge black beard, while his neighbor was a witch with curly hair. The witch giggled and nodded.

"Tall and cloaked," Mrs. Bonis repeated coldly, as fudge sneered at her nose. "I see. Is there anything else? "

"Yes," said Mrs. Figg, "I feel them. Everything around is getting colder, to remind you, it was a very hot summer night. And I feel As if all the happiness has disappeared from this world And I remember Fear... " Mrs. Figg's voice was trembling and dead.

Mrs. Bonis's eyes widened a little. Harry could see a blush under Mrs. Bonis's eyebrows where one of her eyes had been pressed.

"What were Dementors doing?" Asked Mrs. Bonis.

Harry had renewed a glimmer of hope.

"They rushed to the two children," Mrs. Figg's voice grew louder and more confident, and the pink color returned to her face.

"One of the children fell down. The other child retreats, trying to fend off Dementors. That child is Harry. He tried to cast magic twice, but only let out a silver vapor. On the third attempt, he finally cast a complete patron magic, which repelled the first Dementor. Then, with Harry's efforts, the magic drove the second Dementor away from Harry's cousin. And that's what happened

Mrs. Figg ended the statement somewhat incompletely. Mrs. Bonis looked at Mrs. Figg in silence. Fudge didn't look at her at all, but he was fidgeting through the papers.

Finally, Fudge opened his eyes and said aggressively, "that's all you have to say, isn't it?"

"That's what happened," Mrs. Figg repeated.

"Good," said Fudge. "You can go."

Mrs. Figge gave fudge and Dumbledore a look of fear, and then stood up and walked slowly to the door. Harry heard the door slamming behind her."This is not a very credible witness," fudge said haughtily.

"No, I'm not sure," Mrs. Bonis said quickly. "She clearly described the effects of Dementors' attacks with great precision. I can't imagine why Dementors would say that if they didn't show up on Privet Drive

"But Dementors roam the Muggle settlement and meet a passing wizard?" Fudge sneered contemptuously. "This possibility is very, very small. Even merchandisers don't dare to bet -- "

" Oh, I don't think any of us would believe that Dementors happened to be there. " Dumbledore said softly.

The witch sitting on Fudge's left, the one with her face hidden in the shadow, moved uneasily for a moment, but the others were still sitting still.

"What does this hypothesis mean?" Fudge asked coldly.

"Which means I think Dementors are ordered to go there?" Said Dumbledore.

"I think we have records to check to see if there are two Dementors ordered to patrol little Huijin district!" Cried fudge.

"These days, Dementors are not excluded from the Ministry of magic," Dumbledore said quietly. "I've given you my opinion on this, Cornell."

"Yes, you did," said Fudge aggressively, "but I have no reason to believe that your point of view has any credibility. Dementors are now in Azkaban's magic prison, faithfully carrying out all our orders

"Well," Dumbledore said quietly and clearly, "we must ask ourselves why someone in the Ministry of magic will order Dementors to go to the alleys on August 2."

After hearing these words, there was silence in the courtroom, and the witch to fudge's right leaned forward, so Harry could see her for the first time.

He thought the witch looked like a pale, huge toad. She was almost squatting in a chair, the witch had a wide, loose face, a neck as thick and short as Uncle Vernon, and a wide, dull mouth. Her eyes were big, round and bulging. Even the black velvet bow on her short curly hair gave Harry the feeling that she was about to stick out her long sticky tongue to prey on a big fly.

"This is Dorothy Jane Umbridge, senior secretary of the Ministry of magic," fudge said.

The witch spoke in a quaking, girlish, high pitched voice that made Harry's hair stand on end; he felt like a toad's cry.

"I certainly don't understand you, Professor Dumbledore," she giggled, but her big round eyes were as cold as ever, "but, oh I was so stupid. But, if I'm not mistaken, it sounds like you think the Ministry of magic ordered the attack on this child! " She let out a crisp laugh, which made Harry's cold pores stand up.

Several other members of the jury were laughing at her. But to be more precise, none of them really laughed.

"If Dementors can only take orders from the Ministry of Magic now, and two Dementors actually attacked Harry and his cousin a week ago, then the logic is that someone in the Ministry has ordered the attack," Dumbledore said politely. "Of course, it's possible that these extra Dementors are out of the Ministry's control -"

"No There are Dementors out of the control of the Ministry of magic Fudge's face turned to pig liver and roared.

Dumbledore nodded gently.

"Then there is no doubt that the Ministry of magic must conduct a full investigation into why two Dementors were far away from Azkaban, and why they attacked without command."

"It's not your turn to decide what the Ministry of magic should or shouldn't do, Dumbledore!" Fudge's face was now purple, which Uncle Vernon was proud of, and growled.

"Of course not," Dumbledore said mildly, "I'm just expressing my determination that this incident can't go away like this."

Dumbledore stares at Mrs. Bonis, who also adjusts his monocle, frowns slightly and stares back at Dumbledore.

"I want to remind you that if the Dementors' behavior is not really the child's imagination, it is not the subject of this hearing." "Our purpose here is to examine Harry Potter's violations of the minor magic restrictions," fudge said

"Of course we are," said Dumbledore, "but the presence of Dementors in the alleys is a critical issue. According to Article 7 of the constitution regulations on magic, magic is allowed to be performed in front of Muggles under special circumstances. Those special circumstances include the life of a magician being threatened, or any other situation where the life of a magician or Muggle is threatened -- "

" we know how article 7 of the Constitution stipulates, thank you very much! " Fudge said furiously.

"Of course you know," said Dumbledore kindly. "Then we have to agree that Harry's use of patron magic in this case is in full compliance with the special circumstances provisions of the constitution.""I doubt the existence of Dementors at that time!"

"You've heard it from a witness," interrupted Dumbledore. "If you still doubt the truth of her testimony, call her back. Ask her again, and I'm sure Mrs. Figg won't object

"I - that - don't need it," said Fudge, exasperated. In front of him was the useless document. "It's just - I hope that's it today, Dumbledore!"

"But naturally, if you're worried that this choice will lead to a serious miscarriage of justice, ask witnesses as many times as you like." Said Dumbledore. "Serious mistake, my God!" Fudge said in the highest voice, "do you even take a boy's cock bull story for granted and be distressed, Dumbledore, do you really want to cover up and connive at his illegal magic outside school? I guess you've forgotten what he did with his hovering magic three years ago - "

" it wasn't me, it was a house elf! "Said Harry.

"You see?" Fudge growled, gesturing nonsense in Harry's direction. "A house elf! In a Muggle house! I ask you... "

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