Chapter 263: The trial is over!

The pink toad on the right of Fudge protruded forward.
It was really a big toad.
The face is wide, loose skin, thick bags under the eyes, layer by layer. Her eyes protruded outward, adding a finishing touch to her toad image.
A young wizard who saw Umbridge for the first time turned their faces pale and hid behind their elders.
Shivering his lips, he said, "How can the Ministry of Magic have toads!"
"Hush! Forbidden sounds!" The old wizard quickly stopped the young wizard from speaking.
They solemnly whispered: "Never, don't let that woman hear you evaluate her like this."
Facing the puzzled eyes of the young wizard, they didn't explain too much, they just said: "Just keep this in mind first, otherwise, that woman will definitely make you worse than life."
"Isn't she the senior vice minister of the Ministry of Magic? Isn't she better than Cornelius Fudge?" the young wizard said with disapproval.
A maverick, even in such a dark environment, always wearing a cloak of hood, covering a half-faced middle-aged wizard, said with a dark tone: "She is countless times more vicious than Connelly Fudge!"
The young wizard went to see the speaker, and the middle-aged wizard's hat wobbled, and the young wizard saw the creepy half-face.
The half of the face was engraved with dense red lines, like the blood-sucking clematis, for a while, and the illusion of bloodworms wriggling.
The young wizard was curious about what the word said, but the middle-aged wizard had blocked his face again.
The wizards around him seemed to have known what the wizard had experienced, and there was no sign of surprise.
The young wizard knew at least a bit. This must have been given by Baimridge, and he must not mess with the pink toad.
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Umbridge's voice was sharp, like the harsh sound of wire slamming through glass.
Harry frowned deeply.
His eardrums are all injured.
You know, there are dozens of guardian spells on Harry's body that are indestructible.
Umbridge hurt him by his voice alone.
So...Harry immediately decided to let this woman be speechless.
To make a person speechless, the wizard has hundreds of ways to do it, and the easiest way is to make her dumb.
Doesn’t anyone really think that Harry would just kill someone? Harry is not that kind of person.
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Umbridge was still shouting there, unleashing her destructive power.
"Dumbledore! I think you are really confused!"
"Do you know what the eight million gallon is?"
"Do you know what the GDP of the British magic world was last year!"
"Just because of his little Azkaban prisoner, he wants the Ministry of Magic to pay him so much money, haha, dream!"
"One thousand gold gallons! Get another bronze nut, let him go!"
Umbridge leaned forward, his hands supporting the table, his face twisted.
Dumbledore said peacefully: "Ah, yeah. Eight million gallons, it seems a lot."
"But what does this compare to Sirius' suffering?"
"He was a warrior against Voldemort, but he was treated so unfairly."
"Thirteen years of time, what he lost is freedom, beauty, hope, humanity, soul... and the Ministry of Magic? What he lost was just some cold coins! Let me say that these gallons can't even make up a fraction! 8.35 million gallons, one less copper nut, you go to mine to dig!"
Dumbledore looked around all the wizards and suddenly said in a low tone, "You don't have to compensate... As long as there is any wizard present, willing to go to Azkaban for 13 years! I will not say anything."
"Are you okay? David!" Dumbledore looked indifferently at the man who wanted to watch his good show, the short and chubby wizard with a beard.
The black-bearded wizard didn't expect Dumbledore to ask him suddenly, the feeling of being isolated in a large audience.
He was helpless and looked at the wizards around him. Who thought that the wizards around him all turned their backs at this moment and stood him up.
"Of course you can't!" Dumbledore said indifferently: "You have two old sows in your family to take care of, don't you?"
Although he knew it shouldn't be the case, some wizards smiled.
The black-bearded wizard's face rose to the purplish-red color of pigskin.
"Are you okay? Edith!" Dumbledore turned the question to the curly-haired sorceress again.
The sorceress was still laughing at Dumbledore's sarcasm of the black-bearded wizard, but the next moment, the ball kicked beside her.
Her mind was blank. The blank eyes looked like a fool.
"Of course you can't do that! The group of chimpanzees in your attic is still waiting for you to meet." Dumbledore said mercilessly, saying something that didn't match his status as the "Greatest Wizard".
The wizard in the courtroom seemed to have discovered the New World, staring straight at the wizard with curly hair.
I can't think of it. She was such a witch...
Then Dumbledore moved his gaze and saw where the wizard was either looking down at the sky or looking up at the sky, as if two suns appeared in the sky... Austria... can't see the sky... that's fine ...
Every wizard knows that even the crazy place in Azkaban will not go even if it is a lunatic! Not willing to stay there for a minute and a second!
Dumbledore looked at Umbridge calmly.
Umbridge was nervous, but to her relief, Dumbledore did not ask her this question.
Dumbledore smiled sneeredly: "It seems that you all know where Azkaban is, and you all know how horrible there is. So, do you still feel too much about my compensation proposal?"
Many wizards shook their heads subconsciously: "Not excessive..."
The courtroom was quiet, and Dumbledore saw no one talking. He said lightly: "My words have been finished. Who agrees? Who opposes?"
Dumbledore stood in the center of the room, surrounded by all the powerful wizards in the magic world, but he stood tall and towering.
"I..." Amelia Burns broke the silence.
She raised her hand exactly the same as when she answered the questions during the class at Hogwarts.
Amelia Burns saw that she was guilty again, and her serious face was reddened. She quickly put her arm down.
Say: "...I agree."
Other wizards began to whisper, and the wizards above the last seven floors nodded slightly.
The mouth said: "Um..."
"Agree..."
"That's right..."
"agree……"
Umbridge's eyes were about to fall out, and she pointed her fingers at the wizards below: "You...you...you..."
Fudge was much more knowledgeable. He saw a group of old wizards who were full of spirits. They were all elders of the International Federation of Magic. It can be said that this is the only organization that can suppress him on the bright side.
He knew that it wouldn't work even if he was a rogue or not.
Thus, the matter of compensation was settled.
Dumbledore said: "Gallon will be delivered to Sirius Black within a day."
Fudge didn't know how Dumbledore seemed so anxious. He refused intentionally and wanted to delay the time, but he also knew that Dumbledore was even more powerful than him in understanding the Ministry of Magic.
The various benefits of the Ministry of Magic are all stored in the Logistics Department, and they have not yet been able to be deposited in the Guling Pavilion.
Dumbledore must know this.
"There is one more thing... this is what I deserve..." Dumbledore looked at certain wizards and said, "That's the property of the Black family..."
"Sirius was arrested and put in prison at that time~EbookFREE.me~ Some families have separated all the Black family's properties, and now it is time to return!"
"All mansions, land, shops, house elves... everything must be returned."
A platinum-haired wizard stood up. He was Lucius Malfoy.
I saw his face gloomy and said: "Those things have long been mixed with his family's property, and I can't remember which ones belong to the Black family."
Dumbledore smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter. Fortunately, we are wizards, not Muggles. It's easy to know what was robbed from the Blacks, isn't it, Lucius?"
"Don't lie to me, whenever this time, I am always glad of the mystery of magic." Dumbledore smiled softly.
I don't know how many wizards who participated in the sloppy division that year saw Dumbledore's smile and cursed at the heart.
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