The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

"Those who support conviction, please raise your hands."

The tenth interrogation room located on the tenth floor underground of the Ministry of Magic was dim and gloomy. It was originally a place for interrogating serious criminals in the magical world, but now it was trying a small minor who violated the law in casting spells.

As soon as Ms. Burns, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, finished her words, the already quiet scene became even more dead silent.

Harry sat aside and watched the trial that would determine his fate anxiously.

However, in the end, only a few people raised their hands, including the livid Fudge and the toad-like woman next to him.

"Now, raise your hands if you are in favor of dropping all charges."

As soon as Ms. Burns finished her words, she slowly raised her hand.

At the same time, the jurors in the room raised their hands one after another. Anyone with eyes could see the outcome of the case.

Fudge's facial muscles twitched twice, and the sound came out of his throat with difficulty.

"All charges dropped."

Dumbledore spread his hands. Harry wanted to talk to Dumbledore excitedly, but Dumbledore didn't even turn his head and continued to look at the stage with a serious face.

Just as Harry was wondering, Fudge spoke again.

"Now, let's start the next trial. It involves the charges against Mo Bai, a fourth-year student at Hogwarts."

white? !

Harry froze.

Why is there still a white thing?

Fudge banged the gavel twice and asked loudly.

"Hogwarts student, Mo Bai, is he present?"

No one answered.

There was a gleam of satisfaction in Fudge's eyes.

Of course no one answered.

Because he specifically scheduled today's trial in advance, if the defendant did not show up, he had every right to convict directly.

But that damn Dumbledore had predicted the situation and arrived early, which delayed him and allowed Harry Potter to arrive in time and escape.

However, as far as he knew, Mo Bai was out fooling around with his girlfriend at the moment, so even if he received the letter, it would be impossible for him to arrive on time.

Compared to Harry Potter, the more he admired Mo Bai before, the more annoying he finds him now.

This kid is the biggest culprit who boosted Dumbledore's momentum.

The ultimate goal is to get him out of Hogwarts.

However, in order to demonstrate his fairness and strictness, he shouted again in a sanctimonious manner.

"Mo Bai, are you present?"

Harry clenched his fists nervously.

Dumbledore frowned.

After waiting for less than a second, he couldn't wait to drop the hammer.

"Since the defendant failed to appear on time, on behalf of the Ministry of Magic Law..."

"Don't rush to represent~"

A clear voice with a hint of laziness came from the door, and a lazy figure walked in slowly.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and Dumbledore's brows relaxed as he looked at the young man who came in with a little helplessness.

Mo Bai frowned after entering the room. "The court of the Ministry of Magic is so dark? Do you have no money to turn on the lights or what?"

The scene was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Mo Bai.

But he was in no hurry, as if he was an elegant nobleman strolling in his own back garden, and he glanced at everyone with a smile. When his time fell on Ms. Burns, his smile became much more sincere, and she nodded.

Ms. Burns nodded in response.

It was the first time she met Mo Bai, but his name had long been well-known in the Ministry of Magic, especially Bagman and Stringer who returned after the Triwizard Tournament had spoken highly of him.

But not long after, Stringer was suspended by Fudge on the grounds of heavy losses in the operation.

They also scoffed at the fact that the other party encountered the Silent Ones during the operation, and completely regarded it as an excuse for dereliction of duty.

On the other side, Mo Bai frowned as he looked at the black, hard chair with iron chains in the middle of the venue.

This looks uncomfortable.

Looking around, he saw two incompatible floral sofas, and Dumbledore was sitting on one of them.

That's okay.

He subconsciously wanted to change one, but still looked at Dumbledore.

"Can you change to one that's not so flowery?"

Dumbledore looked at him helplessly, raised his hand and pointed, and the floral sofa quickly changed into a single sofa covered with pure white fur, which looked very comfortable.

“Actually, I want the black one…”

Seeing that Mo Bai still had the mind to argue with Dumbledore, Fudge's face turned pale and he slammed the gavel heavily, and the wooden handle creaked in his hand.

"Silence! You are now facing the Wizengamot Council! Now I ask you, are you a fourth-year student at Hogwarts, Mo Bai?"

Mo Bai sat comfortably on the sofa and raised his eyes lazily.

"Oh? Is this the fair, strict, and infallible Wizengamot Council?"

In the past, everyone sitting here would honestly answer yes or no, but Mo Bai was the first to ask a question in return, which confused Fudge.

Answer subconsciously.

"of course."

"Oh~ That's weird."

Mo Bai took out a letter from his arms and shook it. "I received this letter today. This letter should be sent to me by your fair and strict Wizengamot Council, which never makes mistakes, right?"

Fudge's heart skipped a beat. He knew this guy was difficult to deal with, but he didn't expect him to be so difficult right from the start.

But now he is in a dilemma.

"No...that's right."

"Oh~" Mo Bai nodded seriously and unfolded the letter. "The letter notified me to attend a hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 3 pm. But, it shouldn't be 3 o'clock now, right?"

He smiled and took out his pocket watch. "If the Ministry of Magic time is normal British time, it should be half past one in the afternoon, isn't it, Minister Fudge?"

He didn't wait for Fudge to speak before continuing on his own.

"Of course, the impartial and strict Wizengamot Council would not make such a low-level mistake. I think it must be an incompetent employee of the Ministry of Magic who did something that brought shame to the Council, right?"

"Who is he, then? Minister Fudge?"

Dumbledore's eyes flickered with laughter.

Sure enough, my worries were unnecessary. From the moment he entered the door, Mo Bai controlled the rhythm of the whole place, and every word he said was not aimless.

The most obvious thing was that there was sweat on Fudge's forehead.

What does this make him say?

He said that all the letters were sent by Umbridge?

A fourteen-year-old kid pushed one of his subordinates to take the blame with just a few words, and the blame was as big as bringing shame to the parliament.

He did shirk the responsibility, but how could he continue to be the Minister of Magic? How could he convince the public?

But to admit that the timing was wrong would be to put the blame on Parliament.

After this kid came in, he kept saying "fair and strict, never make mistakes", which is a blatant slap in the face.

Mo Bai looked at Fudge, whose face turned pale and blue, and a hint of boredom flashed in his eyes.

Trash, worse than Voldemort.

He came up just to show his power, as an appetizer.

But Fudge fell into this self-proving trap so easily without even struggling.

Unable to even handle the appetizer, he could already foresee what the subsequent "interrogation" would be like.

The options for these two questions essentially mean that Fudge has to choose between personal rights and collective honor.

As for which one Fudge would choose, Luna could guess it.

“This is indeed a mistake made by the parliament.”

Mo Bai's lips curled up slightly.

Sure enough, in the face of collective honor, he still chose to protect his personal rights.

Otherwise, facing the return of Voldemort, he would not have behaved like an ostrich, burying his head in the ground and pretending to be dead.

There was an uproar among the people present, and Ms. Burns frowned.

Mo Bai leaned on the back of the chair. Although he was sitting lower, Fudge felt as if the boy in front of him was looking down at him.

"It seems that the parliament, which is strict and never makes mistakes, can also make mistakes?"

Fudge heard his own teeth grinding.

Stop reading it!

But Mo Bai is not the kind of person who would quit when he sees the benefits.

"That's right. After all, Sirius's unjust case was just cleared two years ago."

Fudge's face twitched again and he stared at Mo Bai.

Ms. Burns also gave the boy a somewhat disapproving look, but she glared at Fudge even more fiercely.

This statement is simply crushing the parliament's face underfoot.

And all these things are related to Fudge.

"Okay," Mo Bai's voice rose again, as if he was the host of this hearing.

"I think it's time to start today's hearing, Minister."