A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 447 The Supreme Court, successive interruptions

The two walked through a long corridor, passed a door and went down to the tenth floor.

This floor is full of courtrooms. After passing the first courtroom to the ninth courtroom, they saw a black door, and behind the door was the tenth courtroom.

Cornelius Fudge and Lucius Malfoy were also here. They were talking about something, but they tacitly stopped the conversation after seeing the two appear.

"Welcome." Fudge instantly changed his face to a smile, "I didn't expect you, Aaron, to be interested in the Harry Potter trial."

"No, it has nothing to do with Harry Potter." Aaron said seriously, "The reason why I came here was purely on a whim. I wanted to see the trial scene of the wizarding world."

Fudge's expression paused, and he looked at Aaron with some suspicion, "As far as I know, your relationship with Harry Potter..."

"We are just ordinary friends." Aaron interrupted, "So Mr. Minister, don't worry that I will speak for him. I also believe that the Ministry of Magic will be fair and just.

But I have a little doubt, and I hope Minister Fudge can clear it up for me. "

"What is it?"

"Even if an underage wizard really uses magic outside of school, there is no need to organize a Wizengamot trial!" Aaron's face was full of confusion. "This is the highest court in the wizarding world. , it would be too much to use it to try a minor.”

"Ah this..."

Fudge was a little speechless for a moment. You can't say that he was deliberately making things difficult for Harry Potter!

Logically speaking, if such a trivial matter could be handled simply, he could be acquitted by just calling a specialized department to ask a few questions. However, he used the power of the minister to raise the scale to the standard of trying a Death Eater, just to bring this case to trial. As things escalate, it would be best to expel Harry Potter from the wizarding world, so that rumors about Voldemort's return can be effectively curbed.

"Because of the special nature of Harry Potter." Lucius Malfoy said suddenly, giving Fudge a step forward. "After all, Harry Potter is a well-known savior in the wizarding world. Naturally, we can't treat him like this." Same as everyone else."

"Yes, that's it." Fudge said hurriedly.

"That's it." Aaron nodded, then looked at Lucius, "Uncle Lucius, are you here to listen too?"

"No, I just have some personal matters to talk to Minister Fudge." Lucius said calmly, as if the incident of their Death Eaters besieging Aaron two months ago did not exist at all.

Aaron showed a meaningful smile, and was convinced that Lucius Malfoy had definitely done a lot in this trial against Harry Potter.

"Then let's go in first and say hello to Draco for me."

Fudge opened the door and entered the courtroom first. Aaron and Jeans followed him and sat in the empty auditorium very consciously.

Fifty wizards in purple robes sat on the steps in front of them. They looked at the two people brought by Fudge and were confused.

"Let me introduce to you, these two..."

"Mr. Jeans." Several surprised voices came from the trial seat, "Why are you here?"

"Come and show the world to the heir of the Gaius family." Genes smiled and pointed to Aaron sitting next to him, and introduced: "My young master is a student of Hogwarts, and the subject of your trial. Harry Potter is in the same class.

Of course, you don’t have any psychological burden, just be fair and just according to your own ideas. "

After the words fell, the trial court was in an uproar.

The few people who knew the identities of Genes and Aaron looked solemn and felt that the upcoming trial must be carried out with due diligence, while those who did not know their identities had unhappy faces and felt that these two were a bit domineering.

But after all, it was the Minister of Magic who brought him here, so it was hard for them to say anything.

"It seems that no introduction is needed." Fudge smiled awkwardly but politely at the two of them, and then walked to his seat, in the middle of the trial seat.

On his left and right sides sat a witch, respectively the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Deputy Minister of Magic. The person in charge of recording was Ron's brother, Percy Weasley.

"Uncle Jeans, it seems that several judges know you!" Aaron looked at him playfully, "Why don't you explain it?"

"It's nothing, I just helped them a little bit before."

"A small favor?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, the words 'I don't believe it' seemed to be written on his face.

"It's just a little effort." Jeans said indifferently, "Three of them are Aurors, and I happened to save their lives.

One is Madam’s senior sister, but she has a family hereditary disease, and St. Mungo’s Magic Hospital can’t do anything. It was the patriarch who asked me to send Lord Lant’s elixir to her.

There is another person whose official career was full of ups and downs. I pointed out a clear path for him, otherwise he would not have the opportunity to sit here. "

Aaron blinked blankly, silently complaining in his heart.

Good guy, really good guy.

Five of the fifty judges owed Gaius a favor. Although the proportion was only 10%, the results of Wizenmore's trials were decided by vote, and sometimes the difference was often the crucial vote.

Crunch!

The door to the courtroom opened again, and Harry Potter walked in with a reserved look.

"Good morning, Harry."

"Aaron, Mr. Jeans, why are you here?" Harry asked in surprise.

"Come and watch!" Aaron said matter-of-factly, "The judgment of the Savior is interesting to think about."

"Listen in?"

Harry looked at the auditorium where there were only two people, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you are here to listen, but rather like you are here to watch the fun.

However, with two acquaintances here, he felt a little more relaxed. You must know that Mr. Weasley could only send him to the door. He was somewhat frightened to face the malicious Fugui alone.

"quiet!"

Fudge banged his gavel, looked at Harry Potter and said, "You're five minutes late."

"I didn't know the time had changed. It was supposed to be nine o'clock in the morning."

"It's not the Wizengamot's fault, we sent an owl to let you know this morning.

But forget it, sit down! "

Harry gritted his teeth angrily, feeling that Fudge was deliberately targeting him.

He could actually do such a shameless thing by temporarily changing the time and place.

Fortunately, Mr. Weasley took him to leave early. If it had been another ten or twenty minutes at night, these judges would not have a good impression of him.

"The defendant is here, we can start." Fudge looked at Percy sitting in the front row and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Ready, sir."

"Very good." Fudge said with satisfaction, "Then I declare..."

Halfway through the words, there were a few more black lines on Fudge's face, because Aaron in the auditorium was raising his right hand high.

His action was extremely conspicuous in the auditorium with only two people, and he couldn't even pretend not to see it.

"Mr. Gaius, do you have any questions?"

"I'm very sorry to bother you, but in my impression the defendant must have a defender!"

"But only Harry Potter came, and his defender was not present." Fudge said with some pride, "This is considered to have no defender."

"Perhaps he doesn't know that the Ministry of Magic has temporarily changed the time." Harry said weakly, "If possible, I suggest you wait for a while until my defender arrives."

"Haha!" A trace of ridicule flashed in Fudge's eyes, "This is the Wizengamot. Each of us has our own things to do, and I'm afraid we don't have that much time.

Also, Harry Potter, if you think stalling will prolong your trial, you are dead wrong. "

"I don't think so." Dumbledore strode in. He stood behind Harry and looked at the judges with dignity. "I am the defense counsel, Albus Percival Wool. Frick Brian Dumbledore."

Dumbledore's appearance made the atmosphere in the courtroom lively. The fifty judges all began to whisper among themselves, with different reactions.

Although the "Daily Prophet" had tarnished the respected White Devil, they all knew Dumbledore's power and would not despise him because of so-called public opinion.

"Thank you, Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore smiled gently, "Although I don't know why you appeared here, the time you bought is very precious to Harry."

Aaron: ...

This old guy definitely misunderstood something.

Or maybe he did it on purpose. Such words might make others think that he was here to help Harry Potter.

"You..." Fudge was shocked and frightened, and said with an unnatural expression: "So you have received the notice that we changed the time and location of the interrogation?"

"I don't think I received it, but... I made a lucky mistake and got to the Ministry of Magic three hours early."

"Okay! If you need a chair..."

"Don't worry about it." Dumbledore took out his wand, shook it gently, conjured a soft armchair next to Harry and sat down.

Fudge smiled forcefully, and then banged the gavel, "A disciplinary hearing will be held on August 12th to hear the disciplinary case of Harry James Potter, who lives at No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. .

Interrogators: Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Susan Bones, Senior Undersecretary Dolores Umbridge.

Trial Recorder: Percy Ignatius Weasley.

Witness for the defense: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. "

"The charges against the defendant in this case are as follows. The defendant deliberately cast a Patronus Charm while fully aware that his actions were illegal, and in front of a Muggle." Fudge looked directly at Harry. With sharp eyes, he asked seriously: "Do you deny using the Patronus Charm?"

"I don't deny it, but..."

Fudge didn't give him a chance to speak and interrupted: "You know you are prohibited from using magic outside of school until you are seventeen."

"Yes, that's right, but..."

"Everyone from the Wizengamot..." Fudge's voice stopped abruptly as Aaron raised his right hand again.

"Do you have any more questions, Mr. Gaius?" Fudge asked suppressing his anger. He now seriously suspected that Aaron was standing up for his friend, otherwise he would not interrupt him one after another.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt again." Aaron said seriously, "As we all know, the Wizengamot is the highest court in the wizarding world, but even when interrogating Death Eaters, they should give them the right to speak!

If the defendant does not even have a chance to speak, then the hearing will lose its meaning. You can just pronounce the verdict. "

Fudge's expression froze, his face twitched slightly, but he was speechless.

It is true that he is the Minister of Magic, but it is not easy to abuse his power in front of so many senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and other famous wizards.

"Of course the defendant can speak," said Amelia, who was sitting to Fudge's left.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "The reason why I used the Patronus Charm was because I encountered a Dementor."

"Dementors?" Amelia frowned slightly, with a bit of surprise on her expression, "In Little Whinging?"

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"What a clever excuse!" Fudge sneered, "Muggles can't see Dementors, right, kid?"

You are so brilliant. "

"I'm not lying, there are two of them." Harry said hurriedly. "If I didn't use the Patronus Charm in time, the dementors would kill us."

"That's enough." Fudge waved his hand, "I think this must be a carefully fabricated story. You can't provide any witnesses to this incident."

"I, I have witnesses." Harry said hesitantly.

Fudge was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "Dudley Dursley doesn't count."

"not him."

"Dumbledore doesn't count," Fudge emphasized. "I'm sure he wasn't in Little Whinging at that time."

"Not Professor Dumbledore." Harry said angrily, and then looked at Dumbledore with some anxiety, "Professor, Mrs. Figg..."

Dumbledore gave him a reassuring look, "Minister, we do have a witness, she is right outside the door."

Fudge's face instantly turned livid, "Weasley, go ahead."

Percy immediately stood up and ran out quickly.

Half a minute later, he came back, followed by a nervous old lady.

Dumbledore gave his seat to her and transformed himself into a chair.

"Name?" Fudge asked impatiently.

"Arabella Figg." This was the first time Mrs. Figg had witnessed such a big scene, her tone was trembling, "I am a resident of Little Whinging and a neighbor of Harry Potter."

"But according to our records, except for Harry Potter, there is no other wizard in Little Whinging." Amelia said, "And ordinary people cannot see Dementors."

"Yes." Fudge immediately became energetic and said excitedly: "I have long said that they are talking nonsense."

"I'm a squib." Mrs. Figg said angrily. "A squib will not be registered, but it can see things that ordinary people can't."

Aaron opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at Dumbledore strangely, as if he understood something.

Letting a Squib be a neighbor to Harry Potter is equivalent to putting him under surveillance. Harry Potter's every move may have been closely watched.

What's more important is that the squib neighbor is equivalent to a legal blacklist. No one will suspect a wizard who does not have a wand and cannot do magic.

Tsk! What if Dumbledore was the White Devil who experienced two wizarding wars?

This part is so awesome that most people can’t even imagine it.