The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

The trial of the century has finally come to an end.

For Fudge.

This is a rout...

As far as the wizards are concerned, no one expected this to be such a result.

Mr. Hacker's speech won applause from the house.

Although he is only a Muggle and does not know magic, his knowledge of the magical world is only reported in newspapers.However, Mr. Prime Minister's unparalleled self-confidence and unique personality charm shocked people's hearts.

A stark contrast to Fudge's hysteria.

Anyone, as long as he is not deaf or blind, can clearly feel this huge gap.

That kind of inclusiveness and leadership that belongs to a leader has crushed Fudge on countless streets.

Although he is only a muggle.

but...

Although saying this would seem to betray the identity of a wizard.

Maybe it's not necessarily a bad thing for this gentleman to lead the wizarding world, at least not worse than what Fudge did.

Many wizards present had such thoughts in their hearts.

"That's enough!" Looking around, especially the civilian wizards on both sides of the stands, their favorable impression of the Muggle skyrocketed.

Faugina was still concerned about continuing to entangle. He quickly waved his gavel, interrupting the contemplation of the wizards around him. Then he pretended to be calm and said in a loud voice: "Now the trial begins."

"If you believe that the first-year wizard at Hogwarts, Anthony Gawain Falkirk Windsor, violated the International Statute of Secrecy of the International Federation of Wizards and Wizards, please raise your hands if you agree with the accusation!"

At this moment, a silent Dumbledore suddenly walked over from the side of the stand and stood calmly beside Anthony, his tall figure covering him in his shadow.

He wore a purple and black robe, and his face had a calm, even comfortable expression.And the gaze under the half-moon glasses on the aquiline nose was slightly raised and looked at Fudge.

Dumbledore's sudden appearance attracted everyone's attention.

The quick show of hands vote that Fudge expected did not occur. Most of the members of the Wizengamot gathered together to discuss quietly.

Their eyes kept looking back and forth at Dumbledore.

Some were annoyed, some were afraid, but most were admired and welcomed.

Dumbledore stared for a moment, as the members of the Wizengamot remained silent.

Maybe it's because I've been standing for a long time.

He suddenly pulled out his wand and tapped the chair under Anthony's butt, and then the chair split into a new one.

Not only that, the new chair was still changing. First it expanded suddenly, and then fluffy cotton suddenly appeared on the wooden handle. Then, thin threads and fabrics grew out of the cotton, and the cotton was sewn into a cushion.

The speed of this change is very rapid.

To an outsider, in just a moment, the wooden chair transforms into a soft, embossed armchair with cotton cushions.

After doing this, the old principal sat down steadily and did not say even a word the whole time.

"You're still the same as before, Dumbledore."

A very old-looking witch among the members of the Wizengamot spoke kindly.

She looked very old, even older than Dumbledore.

"I still clearly remember... when you took the NEWT exam, the cluster of delphiniums you transformed was blue-purple and exuded an alluring fragrance. It was something I had never seen before."

"Thank you for your concern, Ms. Marchbandy." Dumbledore smiled and nodded towards her.

The lady also responded with a smile.

Then her eyes fell on Anthony and said: "From a legal perspective, we really can't find any clause that can prove that you have violated the law."

"but..."

"I have to say, this is just a legal loophole, and you are the first wizard to successfully get through it."

Ms. Gsilda Marchban's face slowly became serious.

She was already serving as a judge of the Wizengamot at the end of the [-]th century.

It can be said that she is the elder statesman of the Wizengamot.

When she was young, she was also responsible for various exams in the magical world, including OWL exams, NEWT exams and WOMBAT tests.

She was the examiner for the NEWT exam that Dumbledore took.She personally took the young headmaster's exams in Transfiguration and Charms.

It can be said that Ms. Gsilda Marchband's influence in the entire Wizengamot is pivotal.

She represents authority.

"Whoo~"

Ms. Marchban took a deep breath, and then continued: "But the law is the law. If it can be added at will, it will directly harm the general public."

At this point, the old man's mood suddenly became depressed, and his worry about the future was written on his ravaged face.

She is already over 150 years old.

She dedicated her life to the cause of magic.

But in the end, the magical world that I dedicated my life to has not moved in the direction of peace, and has even become more and more chaotic over the years.

From the European Wizarding War to the rise of the Dark Lord.

In just a few decades, more disasters have occurred than in the previous hundreds of years.

Sometimes, she will also look at herself. Is it really worth all the hard work for a hundred years?

Slowly, Ms. Marchbane withdrew her eyes from Anthony, and shifted her gaze to the British government stands.

Maybe this is change?

"I'm already old." Ms. Gsilda Marchban sighed, and then murmured something. After a while, her voice gradually became clearer: "If you really have the ability, then go do it!"

As she spoke, her voice suddenly rose.

"Anthony!"

"I acquit you!"

...

"what?"

"Not guilty?"

"It sounds reasonable."

"How can he be innocent? He exposed the magical world!"

As soon as the old woman finished speaking, the entire Wizengamot fell into a huge dispute.

Some people had angry faces, while others were very indifferent, as if the matter had nothing to do with them. Some even nodded slightly, agreeing with this incredible trial.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Fudge banged his gavel angrily and shouted hysterically: "Blasphemy, this is blasphemy against magic. He broke the law and should be punished!"

"boom!"

Suddenly, the Minister of Magic punched the edge of the table in front of him, knocking over a bottle of ink.

"Dumbledore, stop affecting the Wizengamot trial. You and your followers are destroying the entire magical world!"

"Mr. Minister..." the old principal said calmly.

"As the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, I have been avoiding this case. From beginning to end, I have only spoken one sentence to Ms. Gsilda Marchbain, so I don't think I have done anything that affects the trial. "

"The second thing is what you said about destroying the magical world. This... This really makes me a little confused. Has anyone been hurt?"

"I - not - me." Fudge was speechless for a moment. He was like a imprisoned lion, baring its teeth and claws in anger, but unable to escape from the restraints of the cage.