Vol 2 Chapter 808: Hearing (4)

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Harry felt a little suffocated in his chest, and Fudge's fast-paced questioning caught Harry by surprise.
"Yes," Harry said angrily, "but I used my magic because we were—"
The witch with the monocle interrupted Harry in a quick tone.
"You cast a complete patron saint magic once, right?"
"Yes," Harry said, "because..."
"A tangible guardian magic, right?"
"Once...what?" Harry said.
"Does your guardian magic have a clear image? I mean, it's not a puff of steam or a plume of smoke, right?"
"Yes," Harry said, feeling impatient and a little disappointed now, "it is a stag, it is always a stag."
"Always?" Mrs. Bowness asked loudly. "Have you cast a patron saint magic before this?"
"Yes," Harry said, "I have been able to perform this kind of magic for more than a year."
"Then you were 15 years old?"
"Yes, and—"
"You learned in school?"
"Professor Lupin taught me when I was in my third year, because of that—"
"Impressive," said Mrs. Bowness, and she looked down at Harry. "It is very impressive to use a real patron magic at that age..."
Some wizards and witches around her whispered again; some nodded, but some frowned and shook their heads.
"It's not a question of how impressive this magic is," Fudge asked in a grumpy voice. "In fact, the more impressive the worse, I think the magic of this kid was used by a Muggle. I saw it clearly!"
The wizards who frowned just now murmured in agreement, but Percy nodded pretending to be holy to stimulate Harry to speak.
"I use magic because of the dementors!" Harry said loudly before anyone could interrupt him. He had hoped for more commotion, but the jury was quiet, as if it was thicker than the previous one.
"Dementor?" Mrs. Bowness asked after a moment, her bushy eyebrows raised until her monocle almost fell off. "What do you mean, kid?"
"I mean two dementors appeared halfway, and they attacked me and my cousin!"
"Ah," Fudge said again, and he looked at the surrounding jury members with an unhappy smirk, as if asking them to share the joke.
"Yes, yes. I think we have heard something similar before."
"Dementors appear in the Little Huijin area?" Mrs. Bowness asked in a very surprised tone, "I don't understand--"
"I also do not understand……"
"Don't you understand, Emira?" Fudge was still smirking. "Let me explain. He has thought about it thoroughly, and thinks Dementor can be used to make up a very real cover story. . Muggles can’t see the dementors, can they, kid? It’s very convenient, very convenient...so that’s just your side words, no witnesses..."
"I didn't lie!" Harry's loud voice overwhelmed another whisper that broke out in the courtroom. "There are two of them. They rushed out from both ends of the alley. The surroundings became dark and cold. My cousin felt them and ran over—"
"Enough! Enough!" Fudge said with a desperate expression on his face, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I'm sure this is just a pre-arranged story—"
Dumbledore cleared his throat, and the jury was quiet again.
"In fact, one of our witnesses witnessed the dementor appearing in the alley," he said, "I mean someone other than Dudley Dursley."
Fudge's chubby face slackened, as if someone had drawn air from it. He stared at Dumbledore for a while, and then, as if someone had pulled him back, he said, "I'm afraid we won't have time to hear more lies. I will 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 Enforcement Office, Mrs. Bowness ?" He pointed to the witch with the monocle and continued.
"Correct," said Mrs. Bowness, "very correct."
"Oh, good, good," Fudge said suddenly, "where is this person?"
"I brought her," Dumbledore said. "She's right outside the door. Can I—?"
"No—Weasley, you go," Fudge yelled at Percy. "Tell her to come right away, walk from the court hall to the stone steps, and then pass quickly without seeing Harry and Dumbledore."
Soon, Percy returned, followed by Mrs. Figg. She looked horrified, and more weird than before.
Harry hoped she hadn't forgotten to change her pair of men's slippers. Dumbledore stood up and gave his chair to Mrs. Figg, and then changed himself by magic.
"full name?"
Fudge asked loudly when Mrs. Feige sat on the edge of the chair extremely nervously.
"Arabella Dolin Feige," Mrs. Feige said in a trembling voice.
"What is your exact identity?" Fudge asked in a bored and arrogant tone.
"I'm a resident near Mr. Harry Potter's residence in Little Huijin District," Mrs. Feige replied.
"Except for Mr. Harry Potter, there is only Fanlin El in our record. He left a year ago. For the rest, there are no other wizards or witches living in Little Huijin." Mrs. Nice said immediately,
That location is always too close to the monitor, providing... past events.

"I'm a Squibb," said Mrs. Feige, "so you didn't register me, did you?"
"A Squibb, huh?" Fudge looked closer to Mrs. Feige and said, "We will investigate. You give your birth details to my assistant Weasley. Incidentally, Squibb can see Dementor?" He added, looking around.
"Yes, we can!" Mrs. Fegg said angrily.
Fudge looked down at Mrs. Feige, his eyebrows raised, "Very well," he said coldly, "What's your story?"
"I went out at around 9 o'clock in the evening on August 2 to buy cat food in the shop on the corner of Westria Pedestrian Street," Mrs. Feige said quickly, as if she had already learned what to say. But I heard a commotion in the alley between Mulan Backstreet and Westria Pedestrian Street. When I approached the street corner, I saw the dementor running—"
"Run?" Mrs. Bowness said sharply. "Dementors can't run, they slide."
"That's what I mean," Mrs. Figg said quickly, and a touch of pink appeared on her shriveled face. "They glide along the alley and look like two children."
"What do you think they look like?" Mrs. Bowness frowned so deep that her monocles fell off her face.
"Yes, one of them is very fat and the other is very thin—"
"No, no," Mrs. Bowness said impatiently. "Dementors...describe the dementors."
"Oh," the blush on Mrs. Fegg's face now crawled to her neck. "They are big. They are huge and they wear cloaks."
Harry felt his stomach go down terribly at this moment. No matter what Mrs. Feige said, it sounded to Harry that she had seen pictures of dementors at best, and these pictures were not conveyed as they were: they moved in a terrible way, floating a few inches above the ground. ; Or their rotten smell; and the terrible clicking sound they made from sucking up the surrounding air... In the second row, a short and fat wizard was whispering sideways to his neighbor. The wizard had a huge black beard, and his neighbor was a witch with curly hair. The witch nodded with a smirk.
"Tall, in a cloak," Mrs. Bowness repeated coldly as Fudge sprayed his nose mockingly, "I see. Is there anything else?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Feige, "I feel them. Everything around me became cold, reminding you that it was a very hot summer night. And I felt... as if all the happiness came from this world The upper part disappeared... and I recalled... the fearful thing..." Mrs. Figg's voice was trembling and lifeless.
Mrs. Bowness's eyes widened slightly. Harry could see a blush in the place where Mrs. Bowness's eyebrows once pressed down.
"What was the dementor doing?" Mrs. Bowness asked.
Harry rekindled a glimmer of hope.
"They rushed to the two children," Mrs. Feige's voice grew louder now, and she became more confident, and the pink color returned to her face.
"One of the children fell. The other kid stepped back and tried his best to fend off the dementors. That kid was Harry. He tried to cast magic twice, but only released a silver vapor. On the third attempt. , He finally cast a complete patron saint magic, this magic repelled the first dementor, and then, with Harry’s efforts, this magic drove the second dementor away from Harry’s cousin Gone. And this is what happened at that time."
Mrs. Feige ended the statement somewhat incompletely. Mrs. Bowness looked at Mrs. Fegg in silence. Fudge didn't look at her at all, but he was flipping through the documents anxiously.
Finally, Fudge opened his eyes and said aggressively, "That's all you want to say, isn't it?"
"That's what happened," Mrs. Fegg repeated.
"Very good," Fudge said, "you can go now."
Mrs. Feige glanced at Fudge and Dumbledore with a scared look, then stood up and walked slowly towards the door. Harry heard the door suddenly close behind her.
"This is not a very credible witness," Fudge said arrogantly.
"No, I'm not sure yet," Mrs. Bowness said quickly. "She obviously described the effects of the Dementor attack very accurately. I can't imagine if the Dementor didn't show up on Privet Drive. , Why does she say that."
"But the dementor was wandering in the Muggle area and met a passing wizard?" Fudge sneered contemptuously. "This possibility is very, very small. Even a merchandiser can't bet--"
"Oh, I don't think any of us would believe that the Dementor happened to be there." Dumbledore said softly.
The witch sitting on Fudge's left, the one whose face was hidden in the shadow, moved anxiously, but the others still sat quietly and motionless.
"What does this assumption mean?" Fudge asked coldly.
"That means I think the Dementor was ordered there?" Dumbledore said.
"I think we have relevant records to check to see if two Dementors were ordered to cruise in the Little Huijin area!" Fudge roared.
"These days, it is not ruled out that the Dementor is assigned to someone other than the Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore said quietly, "I have provided you with my opinion on this matter, Connelly."
"Yes, you provided it," Fudge said aggressively, "but I have no reason to believe that your views have any credibility. The Dementors are now staying in Azkaban Magic Prison and faithfully carrying out our orders. All orders."
"Then," Dumbledore said calmly and clearly, "we have to ask ourselves why someone in the Ministry of Magic would order the dementors to the alley on August 2."
There was silence in the court after hearing these words, and the witch on Fudge's right leaned forward, so Harry saw her clearly for the first time.
He thought the witch looked like a pale, huge toad. She almost squatted on a chair. The witch had a broad, slack face, a thick and short neck like Uncle Vernon, and a wide, sluggish mouth. Her eyes are large, round and bulging outward. Even the black velvet bow on her short curly hair gave Harry a feeling, as if it were a big fly she was about to stick out her long slimy tongue to prey on.
"This is Doral Jane Umbridge, the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic," Fudge said.
The witch spoke in a trembling, girlish, high-pitched tone, which made Harry's hair terrified; he felt like a toad cry.
"I definitely didn't understand what you said, Professor Dumbledore," she smirked, but her big, round eyes were as cold as ever. "But, oh...I'm so stupid. But if I didn't If you heard it wrong, it sounds like you kind of thought it was the Ministry of Magic who 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 laughed at her. But to be more precise, none of them actually laughed.
"If the dementors can only accept 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 from the Ministry of Magic ordered the attack. ," Dumbledore said politely, "Of course, it is also possible that these additional dementors are outside the control of the Ministry of Magic--"
"There is no dementor outside the control of the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge roared, his face turned into pig liver.
Dumbledore nodded softly.
"Then there is no doubt that the Ministry of Magic must conduct a full investigation as to why two dementors are far away from Azkaban, and why they attacked without order."
"It's not your turn to decide what the Ministry of Magic should and shouldn't do, Dumbledore!" Fudge now had the magenta color Uncle Vernon was proud of, and roared loudly.
"Of course not," Dumbledore said gently, "I'm just expressing my determination, that is, this incident cannot be left alone."
Dumbledore stared at Mrs. Bowness, who adjusted his monocle and frowned slightly and looked back at Dumbledore.
"I want to remind everyone here that if these dementors' behavior is really not the subjective conjecture of this child, then it is not the subject of this hearing!" Fudge said, "Our purpose here is to check Harry Porter’s violation of the Minor Magic Restriction Ordinance."
"Of course we are," said Dumbledore, "but the emergence of dementors in the alleys is a very critical issue ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Article 7 of the Root House Magic Constitution Regulations allows in special circumstances Performing magic in front of melons, those special circumstances include the life of the magician being threatened, or the life of any other magician or Muggle is threatening--"
"We know how Article 7 of the Constitution stipulates, thank you very much!" Fudge said furiously.
"Of course you know," Dumbledore said kindly. "Then we must agree that Harry's use of the patron saint magic in this situation is in full compliance with the constitutional regulations on special circumstances."
"I doubt whether there was a dementor at the time!"
"You have heard from an eyewitness just now," Dumbledore interrupted him. "If you still doubt the authenticity of her testimony, then call her back. Ask her again, I'm sure Mrs. Figg won't object."
"I--that--no need--," Fudge said angrily. In front of him was the useless document. "It's just—I hope to be here today, Dumbledore!"
"But it is natural that if you are worried that this choice will lead to serious errors in the trial, you can ask the witnesses as many times as you want." Dumbledore said. "Serious mistake, my goodness!" Fudge said in the highest tone. "Do you even believe that a child made up a rooster-bull story is true and distressed, Dumbledore, do you really want to treat him out of school? Does the illegal use of magic cover up indulgence? I guess you have forgotten about his circling magic three years ago—"
"I didn't do it, it was a house elf!" Harry said.
"Look?" Fudge snarled, making nonsense gestures in Harry's direction. "A house elf! In a Muggle house! I ask you..."