Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Murder?

The moment he heard the word, Sebastian realized that Fudge was trying to kill him to silence him, and then frame Harry for the death of the Dementors.

What a brilliant move.

Harry had also proactively admitted to using the Patronus to attack the Dementors in self-defense, so it wouldn't be strange for the two Dementors to die at his hands.

Adding to that the fact that Harry had been interrupting Fudge's speech, it was likely that many wizards present would develop a negative impression of Harry, seeing him as an arrogant, rude, impulsive, and reckless problem teenager.

When it came time to vote, these people were very likely to cast a vote for Harry's guilt.

Indeed, as soon as Fudge finished speaking, many people in the room began pointing fingers at Harry.

"Regardless, Dementors are, on the surface, employees of the Ministry of Magic. Harry Potter shouldn't have killed them."

"He was a bit too heavy-handed. Just driving them away would have been enough."

"How did Dumbledore teach him? How did he let the savior become so extreme?"

"That's normal. Dumbledore is also a guy who doesn't tell the truth. He even said that the Dark Lord has returned, but there hasn't been any sign of it."

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Sebastian looked at the smug Fudge, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Interesting!

Fudge has become smarter and more ruthless. He's completely set on sending Harry to Azkaban.

Fortunately, I was prepared and instructed Harry to use the most advanced magical camera as a recording device, or else this time, we'd really be in deep trouble, whether guilty or not.

However, now that we have the powerful weapon of magical imagery, the more Fudge acts up now, the more he'll look like a clown later.

Thinking of this, Sebastian leaned back in his chair, quietly watching Fudge's performance. He wanted to see how Fudge would continue this charade.

Unlike Sebastian's composure, Amelia wasn't clear on what was happening. She frowned and asked.

"Cornelius, why were Dementors in Little Whinging? What's this about patrols you just mentioned?"

Fudge shifted his gaze from Harry and looked up at Amelia, saying with a serious face, "That's a question for the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore."

"At the end of June, he held a Wizengamot meeting and stated unequivocally that the Dark Lord had returned."

"Although I don't believe his nonsense, as Minister for Magic, I must be responsible for the safety of the magical world."

Fudge was extremely pleased with himself. This time, he could not only give the savior a harsh lesson but also remove Dumbledore from the position of Chief Warlock, killing two birds with one stone.

He stepped down from the judgment seat and paced in front of everyone, speaking in a sincere tone.

"With a serious attitude, I assigned a task to Yaxley, which was to have him arrange for Dementors to patrol, to search for and verify the traces of the Dark Lord's resurrection."

"As for the specific patrol routes, I'm not clear. We can call Yaxley over. I believe he'll be happy to clear up any doubts for everyone."

Under Fudge's arrangement, Yaxley walked in with a thick stack of documents.

Fudge waved his wand, distributing a copy of the information to every wizard present, including Harry Potter and Dumbledore, whom he disliked.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Yaxley stepped forward at Fudge's signal and explained in a loud voice, "I am Yaxley, the person in charge of the Dementor patrol project. The information in your hands is the patrol route I planned for the Dementors. I must admit that they are all dutiful and responsible employees."

"As you can see, there are several patrol routes on the information, each route being the responsibility of two Dementors. Considering that Mr. Potter has identified a group of Death Eaters to the Minister, these patrol routes cover the residences of all suspects."

"As for Little Whinging, where Mr. Potter is located, it's naturally on one of the patrol routes. After all, if the Dark Lord really returned, given his hatred for Mr. Potter, he would very likely go to trouble him."

"However..." Yaxley drew out the sound, his face full of regret, "I never expected that the Dementors who were supposed to protect Mr. Potter would die at his hands. It's truly sad and lamentable!"

"I don't understand why Mr. Potter has such a big prejudice against Dementors, but my data shows that in the past month, these Dementors haven't harmed even one Muggle, not one."

"Not surprising," Fudge interjected at the right time, "Before, in order to capture Sirius Black, the Dementors lost control and rushed into Hogwarts. Therefore, the teachers and students of Hogwarts don't like, or even hate, Dementors. I believe Mr. Potter killed the Dementors who were protecting him for this reason."

The evidence was clear, and with Yaxley and Fudge singing in harmony, most of the wizards present quickly became disgusted with Harry.

Umbridge watched everything in front of her calmly, not saying a word, but the excitement in her eyes had betrayed her mood.

All of this was her plan. According to Yaxley's method, it would only disgust the savior and wouldn't really do anything to him, so she thought for a long time and came up with the method of framing him as a supplement to Yaxley's plan.

Given that Yaxley couldn't produce a Patronus, she personally used a Patronus to kill the two Dementors this time.

Two Dementors, so what if they died? Moreover, it could also prevent others from finding the two Dementors and asking them what really happened.

In this way, in addition to preventing the savior from turning over, it could also avenge the Dementors, who had attacked her at Hogwarts before and embarrassed her.

Looking at Harry Potter in the room, Umbridge felt as refreshed as drinking an ice-cold cola on a hot summer day.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Fudge put on a look of heartache, "I was also worried that the Dark Lord really returned, so I didn't send the Aurors to do the patrol, lest they really find the Dark Lord's trail and sacrifice themselves in vain."

"I let the Dementors take on this difficult task, but I didn't expect that they didn't find the Dark Lord's trail but died at the hands of their own people."

"In order to prevent these heroes from shedding blood and tears," Fudge returned to the judgment seat, scanned the crowd, and said righteously, "The defendant, Harry Potter, intentionally killed law enforcement employees of the Ministry of Magic and will be sentenced to two years in Azkaban."

"However... in view of Harry Potter's identity as a savior and the Ministry of Magic's unwillingness to see this young man with a bright future waste his studies."

"Therefore, I am willing to give him a chance, as long as Mr. Potter is willing to admit his mistakes in front of the public media, then apologize to the Ministry of Magic, and apologize to the Dementors, I can waive his sentence."

Fudge looked at Harry calmly, his heart full of the joy of victory.

This is called killing people's hearts.

Bow your head and admit your mistake or face a two-year sentence, the choice is in your own hands, Savior Harry Potter!