Chapter 820

"The domestic elf who caused the problem is now a servant of van Lindel and an employee of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry," said Dumbledore. "I can call him to testify immediately if you want."

"I - no - I don't have time to listen to the house elves! Anyway, it's not the first time - to God, he beat his aunt out Fudge slapped heavily on the bench and knocked over a bottle of ink.

Harry is a little angry. If Hermione is here, he must tear Fudge's mouth. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it. Vomit Er Home elf Rights Association.

"I admit that you were very kind not to pursue that time, and said that even the best wizard can't control their emotions forever." 'said Dumbledore calmly as fudge scrambled to pack the papers. "And I didn't mention how to punish him at that time."

"But I think you should be clear, cornelli, that the Ministry of magic does not have the power to punish students at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry for misconduct in school. Harry's behavior had nothing to do with the hearing. "Dumbledore was even more polite than before, but there was a cold hint behind his words.

"Oh Fudge said, "which means that whatever he does at school is none of our business, eh? Is that what you think? "

"As I reminded you on the night of August 2, the Ministry of magic has no right to fire Hogwarts students, Connelly," said Dumbledore. "Whether the Ministry of magic has the right to confiscate his wand until the investigation is complete, I would like to remind you again, as on the evening of August 2, that your brilliant delays indicate that you have neglected some important laws Wen, of course, I'm sure you didn't mean to

"The law can be changed," fudge said savagely.

"Of course it can change," said Dumbledore, nodding. "And you will certainly make a lot of changes, Cornell. Why, in just a few weeks after I left the jury, to deal with such a simple juvenile magic problem, would it take such a heavily armed criminal procedure, or even summon most of the members of wiesengamo? "

Some of the jury's witches writhed uneasily in their seats. Fujiben's face, which had grown dark brown, was now a little darker.

However, the toad like witch sitting on Fudge's right just glanced at Dumbledore with no expression on her face.

"As I realized," continued Dumbledore, "there is no law in this place, and the whole function of this court is to punish every bit of magic Harry has ever done. He was also responsible for a particular offense, because he defended himself. All Harry and I can do now is wait for your verdict

Dumbledore crossed his fingers again and said nothing.

Fudge stares at Dumbledore, apparently angered.

Harry looked at Dumbledore sitting next to him and felt relieved. Van Lin was right. Dumbledore could not give up on him, so Dumbledore appeared here. Now he not only fully believed that what Dumbledore had just said to the jury was completely correct, but also that it was time to make a decision.

But once again, Dumbledore seems to want to ignore Harry's attempt to look into his eyes. He continued to look up at a row of benches above, and the entire jury was quietly engaged in emergency consultations. Harry looked down at his feet.

His heart seemed to have swelled to an unusual size, pounding loudly under his ribs. He thought the hearing would be longer than it is now. He had no confidence that he had made a good impression on the jury.

He didn't say much. He should have explained the Dementors more fully, such as how he fell, and how he and Dudley nearly suffered a Dementor's death kiss

Harry looked at fudge twice and tried to speak, but his swollen heart limited the flow of air, and each time he could barely take a deep breath and look down at his shoes.

Then the whisper stopped. Harry wanted to look up at the jury, but he found it easier to look down at the laces than to look up.

"Will jurors who agree to withdraw all charges against the defendant please raise their hands?" Said Mrs. Bonis quickly.

Harry's head jerked up.

A lot of hands in the air More than half!

Harry was breathless, and he tried to count as hard as he could, but before he finished counting, Mrs. Bonis had said, "now, the jurors who think the defendant is guilty, please raise your hands?"

Fudge raised his hand; he was followed by about two jurors, including the toad like witch to his right, the stout master with a disproportionate beard, and the curly witch sitting in the second row. Fudge looked around as if something was stuck in his throat, and then his hand went down.

He took two deep breaths and said in a twisted voice, trying to suppress his anger, "good, good Drop all charges. ""Great," said Dumbledore happily. He pulled out his wand and let the two chintz armchairs disappear.

"Well, I'm going. Goodbye, everyone Then, without looking at Harry again, he disappeared from the dungeon.

Harry was surprised by Dumbledore's sudden departure.

He was still sitting in the shackled chair, struggling with his shock and trying to relax.

The members of the jury left their seats. They talked to each other and took their papers in their bags.

Harry stood up. No one seemed to pay any attention to fudge except the toad like witch sitting on his right, who had now turned her eyes from Dumbledore to Harry.

Harry deliberately ignored her. He tried his best to find fudge or Mrs. Bonis to ask if he was OK to leave now. But fudge seemed determined to ignore Harry, while Mrs. Bonis was busy sorting her briefcase. So he tentatively took a few steps to the door, and then he left quickly when he was sure that no one called him back.

His last few steps were to rush out, slamming the door open and almost hitting Mr. Weasley.

Mr. Weasley was standing outside, pale. "Dumbledore didn't say -"

"withdraw," said Harry, closing the door behind him.

"All charges!" Mr. Weasley grabbed Harry by the shoulder, beaming. "Harry, that's wonderful! Well, of course, they can't find you guilty, there's no evidence, but even so, I can't hide that it's not - "

but Mr. Weasley didn't go on, because the door of the court was opened again. The members of the jury filed out.

"Great!" Mr. Weasley announced in surprise that he had pulled Harry aside to let the jury pass. "Have you passed the shackle chair test?"

"I think so," said Harry calmly. One or two of the Wizards nodded at Harry as they passed by, while others, including Mrs. Bonis, said good morning to Mr. Weasley, but most of them moved their eyes away.

Cornell fudge and the toad looking witch were almost the last to leave the courtroom. Fudge acted as if Harry and Mr. Weasley were part of the wall, but again, the witch looked at Harry with an almost evaluative look as she passed by.

Percy was the last to go. Like fudge, he completely ignored his father and Harry; he walked forward, clutching a large roll of parchment and an extra large quill pen, with his chest high and his head high. Mr. Weasley's mouth closed into a line, but he showed no sign of seeing his third son.

"I'll take you straight back so you can tell the good news to others," Mr. Weasley pushed Harry forward as Percy's heel disappeared on the ninth floor. "I'm going to see bisnar Green's bathroom and take you back on the way. Come on... "

"Well, what are you going to do with the bathroom? Harry asked with a smile. Now everything seems five times more interesting than usual, because people are learning that he is innocent and he is going back to Hogwarts.

"Oh, that just needs a simple curse reverse magic," Mr. Weasley said as they went upstairs. "But it's not so complicated to fix the damage. What's more important is the attitude behind this vandalism, Harry. Bullying Muggles may be an interesting thing for some sorcerers, but it expresses something deeper and dirtier, and I was interrupted in the middle of what Mr. Weasley said. They had reached the elevator on the ninth floor, and Cornell fudge was standing a few feet away talking to a tall man in a low voice.

The man has smooth golden hair and a pale face with sharp lips. The latter, hearing their footsteps, turned. He also stopped talking on the way, his gray, cold eyes narrowed and frozen in Harry's face.

"Good, good, good, James Potter," Lucius Malfoy said coldly.

Harry felt out of breath as if the air around him had solidified. The last time he saw the cold gray eyes through the cracks in the Death Eater's headscarf, and the last time he heard it was in a dark grave, tortured by Voldemort, while Malfoy mocked him.

Harry didn't believe that Mr. Malfoy dared to look at his face; he didn't believe he would be here, in the Ministry of magic, and he didn't believe fudge was talking to him, because Harry had told fudge only a few weeks ago that Mr. Malfoy was a Death Eater.

"The Minister of magic was just telling me about your lucky escape," Mr. Malfoy said languidly. "It's amazing that every time you escape from a small hole, like a snake."

Mr. Weasley grabbed Harry by the shoulder as a warning."Yes," said Harry, "yes, I'm good at escaping."

Mr. Malfoy raised his eyes to Mr. Weasley's face. "And so is Arthur Weasley! What are you doing now, Arthur

"I work here," Mr. Weasley said simply.

"You don't work here, I'm sure of that," Mr. Malfoy frowned and looked at the door from Mr. Weasley's shoulder. "I think you're working on the second floor up there, and you're not going to do something about Muggle contraband, and you're still obsessed with them?"

"No," growled Mr. Weasley. His fingers are now pinching Harry's shoulder.

"Anyway, what are you doing here?" Harry asked Mr. Malfoy.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about, Potter," Mr. Malfoy said, smoothing the front of his robe.

Harry could hear a little jingle coming from his pocket, which was obviously full of gold coins.

"Indeed, because you are Dumbledore's favorite student, but you can't expect us to indulge you in the same way. So, shall we go to your office, your Excellency the Minister of magic?"

"Of course," said Fudge, turning his back to Harry and Mr. Weasley, "this way, Lucius."

They left together in a big stride, walking and talking in a low voice. Mr. Weasley didn't let go of Harry's shoulder until they disappeared in the elevator.

"If they have business to talk about, why doesn't Malfoy wait outside Fudge's office?" Harry cried out angrily. "What is he doing down here?"

"If you ask me, I think he's trying to sneak into the courtroom," said Mr. Weasley, looking intensely disturbed, as if to make sure they couldn't hear. "He was trying to find out if you were fired. When I send you back, I'll leave a note for Dumbledore. He should know that Mr. Malfoy is talking to fudge again

"Anyway, what kind of personal business are they together for?"

"I think it's money," Mr. Weasley said angrily. "Mr. Malfoy has been lavishly bribing all kinds of things for many years, providing them to the right people. And then he can ask interests to delay laws he doesn't want to pass. Oh, Lucius Malfoy, he has a wide network

The elevator arrived; there was no one in it except an internal mail circling over Mr. Weasley's head. Mr. Weasley pressed the button in the middle hall and the elevator door closed. The elevator is carrying them out of here.

"Mr. Weasley," Harry said slowly, "if fudge is meeting Death Eaters like Mr. Malfoy, and if he's meeting them alone, how can we know that they're not casting a soul curse on fudge?"

"Don't think it's not going to happen to us, Harry," Mr. Weasley said quietly. "But Dumbledore thinks fudge is acting on his own will at the moment - he's not very comfortable when Dumbledore is talking about it. It's better to stop talking about it now, Harry

The elevator door opened and they stepped into the now almost empty middle hall. The wizard guard Eric is now buried behind his daily prophet.

By the time Harry remembered, they had walked directly past the golden fountain.

"Wait a minute," Harry called to Mr. Weasley. He took his wallet out of his pocket and turned back to the fountain. Harry looked up at the handsome wizard's face, but when he looked closer, he felt weak and stupid. The wizard had a dull smile on his face, like a beautiful candidate, and most of the elves and other magical creatures Harry knew didn't want to be watched and depicted like this.

It's only the homegrown elves who bow and bow. Harry grinned at the thought of what Hermione would say if she saw the elf statue.

Harry turned the whole purse upside down and emptied it. There were more than ten kingarons in it, but Harry didn't care. They all went into the pool.

"I knew it!" Ron's hand pointed to the air and yelled. "You always come back with a load!"

"They have to clean you up," said Hermione, who almost fainted from nervousness as Harry entered the kitchen, and she now put a trembling hand over her eyes.

"There's no evidence against you, not at all."

"Oh, of course, it must be." Harry said happily.

"Everyone seems to be at ease, and I think you all know I'm going to make it," Harry said with a smile.

Mrs. Weasley is wiping her face with her apron, while Fred, George and Ginny are dancing a war dance and singing a hymn: "he made it, he did it, he did it"

"enough of it! Be quiet Cried Mr. Weasley, even though he was laughing.

"By the way, have Sirius and vaseline left?" Harry asked, "I saw something in the Ministry of magic, and I thought...""They've gone, an hour ago." Hermione said, "but they'll fix it as soon as possible."

"I believe in them as they believe in me." Said Harry.

"But what is that?" Asked Hermione.

"About Malfoy and fudge." Harry said, "when I left, I saw the two of them chatting together. You know, Malfoy is a Death Eater. I'm not sure about this..."

"Dumbledore? Does Dumbledore know about it? " Asked Hermione.

"I was going to tell him, but..." Harry remembers Dumbledore can't wait to leave, as if between himself and Dumbledore

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