Chapter 253：

"Sir Johnny Silverhand, I think this is the first time we have officially met." She chuckled and held out her hand, "Dolores Jane Umbridge."

John wanted to turn around and leave, but thought of letting Umbridge take the blame, he reached out and touched it lightly and immediately retracted it, saying calmly: "You sent me a letter, I saw it."

These words surprised Umbridge very much.

Old Barty wore a purple robe with a delicate silver 'W' embroidered on the left chest. This was also the dress of everyone in the Wizengamot court.

Except John.

The purple robe looked different from those around him, and the appearance of the silver mask made some people whisper.

Amelia was also here as the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She frowned and said, "Johnny Silverhand, you are not a member of the Wizengamot."

Old Barty said: "I invited Mr. Johnny Silverhand here as a consultant to the Ministry of Magic."

"With all due respect, I have never heard of a Ministry of Magic adviser."

"Now, Mr. Johnny Silverhand has provided us with many clues about Death Eaters. You should know this very well."

Old Barty interrupted Amelia, they were full of antagonism.

Regarding old Barty’s capture of a large number of Death Eaters, these things are also why people believe that he is making a big deal.

If the information about the Death Eaters was provided by Johnny Silverhand, then this Ministry of Magic consultant would be reasonable.

Amelia looked deeply at the silver mask and said nothing.

The other people in the Wizengamot also kept their mouths shut, and many of them gave John friendly smiles.

John looked around. The walls of the room were made of black stone. There was a chair in the center with iron chains on the armrests.

There were about fifty people in the room, sitting on rows of gradually rising benches.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand, if you don't mind, you can sit here."

A voice sounded, Damo Alex, he also has a position in the Wizengamot.

John walked over and sat next to him, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "It seems that you are quite interested in the Savior."

Damo Alex was wearing a red robe, holding a cane in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's hard not to be interested in the only person who survived after being hit by the Dark Lord's death curse."

John was noncommittal and asked: "How is your blood curse thesis?"

"During the review, I used your real name. After all, you don't need too much glory now." Damo Alex chatted with John in a low voice.

John doesn’t mind using his real name very much.

After waiting for a while, a person walked into the deep dark room.

Damo Alex stopped talking and turned his gaze away, with a fiery look on his face.

Harry Potter.

Since the lighting in this place was not very good, and John was sitting higher up, Harry did not notice that side.

Harry took heavy steps, even though Hermione and Mr. Weasley had told him that the Ministry of Magic would not convict him.

He reacted passively.

But in such an environment, he still couldn't help but feel some cramps in his calves.

He had seen this place before, in the pensieve in the principal's office.

He saw with his own eyes how Old Barty sat in that position and swung the hammer to send the Death Eaters sitting in the middle to Azkaban.

Now he is going to take that position.

Under the silent gaze of the Wizengamot, a pressure increased dramatically.

"Harry Potter." Old Barty said, "Sit down in your seat."

"I think the Wizengamot should have informed you where you were coming?"

"Yes, sir."

Harry was very nervous, he was just a 15-year-old kid.

He lowered his gaze and walked on the ground with his feet, making a loud echo.

He carefully sat on the chair with half his buttocks, and the chains on it made a jingling sound.

Fortunately, it didn't happen like he saw in the pensieve, **** with chains.

A feeling of dizziness and nausea appeared in his mind. He kept himself calm and awake and looked up.

Some people in the Wizengamot could not see clearly due to the light.

Such mystery makes people even more stressed.

Old Barty was sitting in the middle, and next to him was Amelia and someone like an aunt.

Harry also saw Percy and heard that he and Mr. Weasley were having a serious dispute.

Percy attended as the record keeper, and at the same time, Old Barty laid the foundation for his future as a member of the Wizengamot.

Harry wanted to say hello to him because he was the only familiar person present.

But Percy didn't even look at him.

Although Percy is rational, he is still worried about Heinrich.

"The trial on August 12th," Old Barty's voice was full of confidence, "Harry James Potter, who lives at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, was tried for violating the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards" Act and the International Statute of Secrecy.”

"Asker: Barty Crouch, Minister of Magic;

Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement;

Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge.

Trial Recorder: Percy Ignatius Weasley. "

After Old Barty finished speaking, Dumbledore strode out calmly and said calmly: "Defense witness: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

He was wearing a black and blue robe and had an extremely peaceful expression.

He walked over to Harry and looked up.

Old Batty looked at him deeply and said, "We need a comfortable chair."

"No need to worry," Dumbledore took out his wand and shook it gently, and the soft armchair appeared out of thin air.

He sat on it and looked up in one direction.

The silver mask over there is watching here.

Old Barty saw that he had brought his own chair and did not continue to say anything. Instead, he looked at Harry, holding a piece of paper in his hand and read loudly: "The defendant is accused of the following crimes:

The defendant had previously received a written warning from the Ministry of Magic for similar accusations. This time, with full knowledge that his behavior was illegal, at 9:23 pm on August 2, in front of Muggles at a Muggle residence A patronus charm was used on it.

This behavior violated paragraph 3 of the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act" promulgated in 1875 and Article 13 of the "International Federation of Wizards' Statute of Secrecy". "

After Old Barty finished reading, he asked Harry: "Are you Harry James Potter who lives at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey?"

"Yes." Harry answered.

Old Barty continued to ask, "Three years ago, you were officially warned by the Ministry of Magic for illegal use of magic?"

"Yes, but that's because of the house elves." Harry defended.

Old Barty looked at him and asked: "Two years ago you inflated a Muggle. Why was that?"

"That's because, because..." Harry remembered that in the third grade, Minister Fudge laughed at him and said that the Ministry of Magic would send a young wizard to Azkaban for inflating his aunt.

Old Batty did not let him continue and asked: "Have you ever had such an experience?"

Harry immediately thought of how he had changed the glass in the reptile house to let the python escape before he entered school.

"This is a dangerous behavior!" Old Barty said loudly with stern words: "This is your third violation of the regulations of the Ministry of Magic."

Old Barty has rich interrogation experience, which makes Harry feel even more stressed.

"You know that you are under 17 years old and are not allowed to use magic outside of school, right? You were in a Muggle-dense area at the time, and you used magic when there were Muggles nearby."

"Yes, because..."

Harry was desperate when asked, and wanted to defend himself urgently.

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted, and Amelia asked: "Did you transform into a complete patron saint?"

"Yes."

"A physical patron saint?"

"A...what?" Harry was a little confused.

Amelia continued: "Your patron saint has a clear form, rather than a ball of steam or smoke?"

"Yes," Harry said desperately, not knowing what she was going to do, "It's a stag, every time."

"every time?"

"Amelia Susan Bones." Old Barty interrupted her impatiently and said, "What we need is an interrogation."

Amelia said: "It's really amazing. It's really amazing that he can transform into a real patron saint at his age."

The sudden compliment made Harry confused about the situation, but Old Barty knew what she wanted to do.

A little wizard with outstanding talent can always make strangers feel good.

He warned displeasedly: "You should look at another student in Hogwarts. That kid could expel a hundred dementors in the third grade. What we should be discussing is that he used magic in front of Muggles! "

Amelia shut her mouth.

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Chapter 278 Witnesses and Showing Venomous Fangs

Harry was irritated by their confusing words and shouted loudly: "It's because of the dementors!"

"Dementors?" Old Barty stared at him, "You can explain it in detail."

"At that time, two dementors appeared in the alley and were heading towards my cousin and me!"

"You should know what you are talking about?" Old Barty shouted seriously, "That is a very serious accusation against Dementors. Do you know what you are talking about?"

The Wizengamotri, except John, were all talking in whispers.

They were all very surprised that dementors appeared in Muggle gathering places.

"I know it very well!" Harry said loudly, "There were two of them, blocking each other from both ends of the alley. Everything became so dark and cold. My cousin touched them and tried desperately to escape."

Old Barty seemed to be thinking about why the dementors appeared there.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and the Wizengamot stopped the discussion and looked at him quietly, like a believer listening to guidance.

"Actually, we have a witness who can prove that Dementors were indeed present in the alley," he said. "I mean, a witness other than Dudley Dursley."

Old Batty said loudly with a straight face: "You have the power to bring your witnesses."

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

Mrs. Figg was invited over. She was a squib and it was her first time in such a place.

Dumbledore conjured a chair for her to sit on.

"Full name?" Old Batty asked loudly.

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

Old Batty motioned for her to continue.

"I'm a resident of Little Whinging, right next to Harry Potter's house."

Mrs. Figg then described in detail the appearance of the dementors in the alley.

Mrs. Figg became more confident when asked what the dementors had done.

"They rushed towards the two boys. One boy fell down and the other dropped his wand. He tried to pick it up and attack, but was entangled by the dementors."

"Some black ones appeared and took away the dementors that fell on the fallen boy. The other boy seized the opportunity and used the Patronus to fight back."

"Wait a minute." Old Batty said sharply with sharp eyes, "What is the black color you are talking about?"

With fear and confusion in her eyes, Mrs. Figg said, "I don't know, it's a kind of black thread, and it wraps around the dementors. The dementors are very scared."