Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

In response to Burns's doubts, Dumbledore took out a handful of candies from his arms and threw one into his mouth before responding.

"Amelia, do you think Britain is getting better or worse?"

Burns was slightly stunned, and then said very fairly and objectively.

"On the surface, it is indeed getting better. The public security and prosperity have been greatly improved.

But from my understanding, this is all based on the blood of those pure bloods for support, but this is a hidden danger. The pure bloods will not give up. Once they turn against each other, this prosperity will not last long."

Dumbledore ate the candies quickly, threw another candy into his mouth, looked at Shaw, who was supported by thousands of people, and said earnestly.

"No method can be perfect. A piece of stagnant water will only rot. If it is stirred violently, it may bring activity."

Burns seemed to have heard some Arabian Nights, and said in disbelief.

"Headmaster, is this still you? You didn't advocate this before. Don't you hope that all reforms will be carried out slowly and gently? There are few wizards, and they can't stand the turmoil."

Dumbledore looked back at Burns, the witch who had always been with him.

It's time to give people some bottom line.

"People will always change.

Amelia, you know the situation of the wizarding world, just like a broken ship with leaks everywhere.

I used to be like a tailor, repairing everywhere, thinking that I could slowly integrate Muggles and wizards.

But you also know that there are too many obstacles, the effect has not been good, and the progress is too slow."

Burns' eyes flashed with complexity, but he was still a little worried, and just wanted to say something.

At this time, the light dimmed again.

Dumbledore pointed to the dark clouds that gathered again in the sky and continued.

"The key is that we have no time. Various difficult problems are like these thick and entangled cumulonimbus clouds, drowsy and depressing.

Perhaps the magic world really needs a violent thunderstorm. Thunder clears the darkness and heavy rain brings new life."

Burns also looked up at the low sky, and the sunlight that just tore through the clouds gradually disappeared.

His eyes followed the last bit of sunlight to the charming figure in the crowd, and he could only sigh.

"Well, Principal Dumbledore, you have always been a far-sighted wise man. Since you choose to believe, I will support you."

In the crowd, Shaw was protected by the Operations Department, that is, the patrol team members.

He looked warm and said to the crowd with a "loud voice" with a little excitement.

"Friends, I have felt your enthusiasm and I am honored to be loved by you.

Then can you go back to your seats first? Today's public trial needs to continue. There are too many criminals who need to be punished in front of everyone's witness."

Although Shaw's request appeased some people, many people still gathered around.

"Okay! Well said."

"Shor, can you say more?"

"Is this public trial a show? Will the Ministry of Magic be as dirty as before?"

"Shor, will those preferential policies disappear in the future?"

Shor heard some inquiries from the crowd, his mind turned, and he waved his arms and spoke.

"I know everyone's desire and worries, and I'm afraid that the prosperity in front of us is false and short-lived.

Minister Fudge and other senior officials of the Ministry of Magic are also here.

Then I solemnly promise everyone here that the future British Ministry of Magic will be the most fair Ministry of Magic in the world.

In addition to continuing to promote the theory of blood equality, creating more jobs and opening up markets.

The Ministry of Magic will also open a reporting channel, and all law enforcement and governance will be transparent. If anyone dares to violate the rules, he will be the public enemy of all British wizards.

And I, Shor Black, will be the first to not let him go!

Friends, unite with me and take the lead in making British wizards great again!"

After Shor finished speaking, he raised his wand and shot a magnificent white light at the dark clouds in the sky, instantly creating a large crack.

His assurance and inducing speech made the venue quiet for a moment, and then a burst of passionate shouts broke out.

"British wizards are great again!"

"British wizards are great again!!"

"British wizards are great again!!!"

While shouting, these people drew their wands and shot a beam of white light into the sky.

Perhaps their spells were not as powerful as Shaw's.

But with the accumulation of white light spells one after another, holes were shot out in the dark clouds, and beams of sunlight came through.

The dim venue became bright again.

Shaw sighed, this is the power of human hearts!

After the crowd vented their excitement, he spoke again.

"Friends, all right, the public trial is over.It has been delayed, everyone should return to their seats, let us witness together that evil will be punished by justice. "

"Good!" *N

This time the crowd was very cooperative, everyone returned to their seats with burning eyes, looking forward to the next public trial.

And Fudge and others who had been behind Shaw just now, although it was a bit embarrassing to be "represented", they were also proud of it.

After all, this kind of people's will will make even the greediest people passionate.

Shor took the lead to the center, and after seeing Dumbledore, he bowed politely.

"Hello, Principal."

Although Dumbledore felt that Shaw was a little too high-profile just now, he didn't say much, and smiled.

"Well done, sit down. "

Shor looked at the empty seat in the middle, but did not sit down casually, but sat down in the seat where Fudge had sat before.

Fudge blinked, and would not be stupid enough to sit in the middle seat, so he chose to sit next to Shaw.

The people behind could only sit one seat down in descending order.

Dumbledore was very satisfied with Shaw's performance that he was not blinded by power and reputation to arrogance.

This seat was actually reserved to test Shaw's character.

Burns looked thoughtful on the side.

After seeing everyone in their seats, she, as the director of the Law Enforcement Department, naturally presided over this public trial. After sitting down at the main trial table with Pierce, the deputy director, she and began to speak loudly.

"The first public trial of the Ministry of Magic officially begins. Bring the first prisoner to the stage, Peter Pettigrew! "

Peter Pettigrew's name is familiar to many people. This name was very famous ten years ago.

He is a recipient of the Order of Merlin, first class, and a great hero who fought against Voldemort ten years ago.

But isn't he dead?

How could he become a criminal again?

Is it to judge the soul?

This is the voice of most of the tens of thousands of people at the scene.

Especially among the audience, many members of the Order of the Phoenix stood up in shock.

And Snape, who was mixed in the crowd, was also unbelievable.

"Impossible!"