Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 246 Let Him Come

Arthur lowered his voice and coughed slightly.

Some things don't need to be said.

And those employees of the Ministry of Magic, what's going on with you, just think about it in your heart, do you have to express your opinion?

The elevator stopped and went down.

Officials from the Ministry of Magic came in and out, and the bird-like notes above their heads flew back and forth.

"Second floor, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Misuse of Magic Office, Auror Command and the Wizengamot Governing Body."

Dumbledore said, "Harry, here we are."

Arthur followed them out, and his office was also on this floor.

"Goodbye, Harry." Arthur greeted briskly, trying to make himself look like he was ignoring Dumbledore. "My office is over there. You are going to the Wizengamot. I won't follow you." Together."

There are two groups of them, one on the left and the other on the right.

Sunlight poured in through the window, bright and bright, completely opposite to the weather outside.

Soon they came to the end. In front of a violet door, there was a golden hollow clover door plate in the center, with the words "Wisengamwa Governing Body" written in ornate words.

Dumbledore pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was empty, there was no one there, and the display was very new. There were a few cabinets with various photos on them. Dumbledore had the most, and the rest were wizards and witches who Harry didn't know but were equally old. them.

There are a few sofas, and there are not many traces of being used, but they have been placed for a long time, and the floor is slightly dented.

"Harry, sit down for a while." Dumbledore waved his hand at him and waved his wand. The solid wood airtight cabinet opened, and a few clean glasses and a bottle of red wine floated out. Some people come, you have to understand, we are all very old and would prefer to be able to enjoy the sun and lazily sleep."

"What time is it?" he asked.

Harry raised his wrist and glanced at the time: "Eight forty-eight."

"I didn't start to deal with your business until ten o'clock, and there is still more than an hour. They probably won't come over until 10 minutes before the start." Dumbledore also sat down, picked up his glass, and took a sip.

Harry nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly turned his head and looked towards the door.

A burst of hasty, flustered footsteps.

"They're here now?" Dumbledore was a little surprised.

With a bang as his response, the door was pushed open, and a wizard hurried in: "Mr. Dumbledore, and Mr. Potter, thank God, fortunately, I heard someone say that you have come to the Ministry of Magic."

"What's the matter?" Harry asked him.

The wizard nodded: "I sent a few owls to deliver letters to you this morning, but for some reason, none of them succeeded."

Dumbledore and Harry watched him perform in silence.

The wizard swallowed, and continued: "The time and location of Mr. Potter's trial have been changed. The time has been changed to nine o'clock, and the location has been changed to the tenth courtroom."

"Tenth Courtroom?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

The wizard nodded and explained in a low voice, "It's an interrogation office on the tenth floor underground."

"It is generally used on criminals who have established criminal facts." Dumbledore added for him what he did not say.

The wizard lowered his head, not daring to meet the two of them.

"Why change the time?" Harry asked.

The wizard replied honestly: "This morning, I received a temporary notice from some committee members of the Wizengamot. More than two-thirds of the members are unable to attend today's trial due to physical discomfort."

"According to the relevant regulations of the Ministry of Magic, when the attendance of the Wizengamot is less than one-third, in order to ensure the fairness of the trial, the Ministry of Magic will take over the trial."

"This trial will be presided over by Mr. Cornelius Fudge, the Minister himself."

"Why didn't I know about this?" Dumbledore raised his hand and pushed his glasses lightly. He is the chief magician of the Wizengamot and the nominally supreme leader of the Wizengamot, even if he doesn't care about business , completely handing the Wizengamot under the control of the Ministry of Magic, this kind of thing, a large number of people are not present, at least they have to inform themselves.

The wizard didn't blush, his heart didn't beat, and he was even puzzled: "Maybe it's because of some reason that the owl letter didn't get delivered to you."

Dumbledore nodded, thoughtful: "Then why should it be changed into place and time?"

"Minister Fudge will have a meeting of the World Ministry of Magic at ten o'clock, and will meet with the Minister of Magic of Thousand Lakes in the afternoon. As you know, Principal Karkaroff's disappearance has become the most concerned thing in the world." The wizard replied. , "And according to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, when the interrogator of the meeting changes, the event and location can be corrected."

"Then we must be notified in advance." Dumbledore frowned, but his tone did not change much.

The wizard said softly: "Notification, I sent several owls in succession, but none of you received it."

"Okay, Mr. Dumbledore, Mr. Potter, time is running out, let's hurry up."

Harry interrupted him: "No, sir, I'm not going."

The wizard was taken aback.

Harry drank the wine in the glass and raised his legs: "Tell my dear Mr. Connelly, I will wait for him here, and I will explain my matter at ten o'clock, not interrogation. At ten o'clock, he is still there." If you don't come, then I think we have no fate today."

The wizard argued and said, "But Minister Fudge has another show at ten o'clock."

"That's his business." Harry interrupted him, "I hope you can make it clear that I'm not a sinner."

He spread his hands.

"But if you want me to be a criminal, I think I'll be more than happy to grant your wish."

"I'm the warmest Gryffindor ever."

The wizard grunted and swallowed heavily.

"Go and inform Connelly." Harry called the minister's name affectionately, "It's nine o'clock now."

He raised his wrist and glanced at the time: "Oh, there are still 5 minutes."

"Mr. Potter, this is..." The wizard wanted to try again.

"You also know I'm Harry Potter." Harry interrupted him again, his tone cold, "not Albus Dumbledore."

He raised his hand slightly.

Alder!
The signature was shot, and there was a bang—a majestic air wave rolled up, bumped into him, and staggered to take him out.

Then he took out his wand, waved it lightly, and with a snap, the door was shut heavily.

"A beautiful silent spell." Dumbledore commented.

Harry sighed: "It can't be as good as teaching you without a stick and without a sound."

"I've been proficient in wandless magic since I was 50 years old." Dumbledore shook his head, "Actually, I was able to put silent spells into actual combat before I graduated, which is much worse than yours. .”

The two of them discussed quietly.

Magic is much more interesting than the Ministry of Magic.

With half a bottle of red wine in his stomach, Harry glanced at the time: "It's ten o'clock, Mr. Dumbledore, it's time for us to leave, can we use Apparition here?"

"Not here, you have to go back to the hall." Dumbledore shook his head.

They got up and had just walked to the door.

Click, the door handle was turned, Fudge pushed the door open, followed by a group of people, most of them were officials from the Ministry of Magic, the closest to him was the toad-like lady in the Triwizard Tournament.There were also older men in fuchsia robes with a silver "W" tattooed on their chests.

Two groups of people stood facing each other, the minister

"Mr. Potter." Fudge greeted unemotionally, "Good afternoon."

"I thought you had to attend the meeting of the World Ministry of Magic." Harry smiled slightly. "It seems that you are not that busy?"

Fudge gritted his teeth: "You should abide by the regulations of the Ministry of Magic instead of being self-willed and messing up my schedule. You know how much I have to pay for you."

Harry cut him off, poking his wand into his chest: "I'd be happy to abide by some of the Ministry's rules, but because of someone's capricious change, I don't think that's necessary, is there?"

"Mr. Potter, what are you talking about?" Fudge's back molars loosened slightly.

"I don't like this." Harry said bluntly, staring at him with vertical pupils, "Stop playing your little office tricks on me, okay? For Professor Dumbledore's sake, I have already treated you A lot of concessions."

Fudge took a deep breath: "What are you talking about!"

Harry clapped his hands, expressionless: "Get down to business, my dear Minister Connelly, you have wasted a lot of time."

Fudge pursed his lips and stepped in.

They walked into the conference room.

Like the living room outside, it is clean and tidy, but the tables and chairs look old and have signs of frequent use.

After everyone was seated, Fudge surrounded the table with a circle full of his own people, and his courage recovered a bit. He waited for Umbridge to take out the notebook and quill, and coughed twice: "August 31 trial day."

Umbridge waved his wand, and the quill recorded automatically.

"Presiding judges: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic, and Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Recorder: Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge."

"Defendant: Harry Potter."

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

Toad smiled brightly.

Fudge paused for a moment, and then said: "Mr. Potter, about your killing in Little Hangleton on the night of June 24."

"Justifiable self-defense." Harry interrupted him.

Fudge frowned: "Are you going to come up with the ridiculous rhetoric of the Death Eaters again?"

"Is it the Death Eaters who got involved with the Ministry of Magic and made a move on the Triwizard Cup, causing me to be sent away by the Portkey and attacked by twelve adult wizards?" Harry said sarcastically, "I have to Does it have anything to do with fighting back?"

Fudge's complexion twisted for a while.

Harry raised his eyebrows: "Although the Ministry of Magic is terrible, I always thought Scrimgeour was a pretty good Auror. Could it be that under your leadership, he couldn't even investigate the truth after two months?"

"Of course not." Fudge slammed the table heavily, "We have investigated it clearly!"

"Although some of them used to be Death Eaters"

Harry cut him off: "It's all of them!"

"Connelly, I hope you don't overlook the fact that they all have the Dark Mark on their arms."

The release of "The Quibbler" forced the Ministry of Magic to face up to the fact of the "Dark Mark", at least not pretending to know nothing like before.

Rita Skeeter!
How much Fudge liked her before, how much he loathes her now, he gritted his teeth, and after a while, he took a deep breath: "Mr. Potter, I don't think we are familiar enough to call her by name."

"Okay, Connelly." Harry nodded sincerely.

Fudge was stunned, with an expression on his face as if he was watching Dumbledore chewing on a pile of cockroaches: "Even if they are all of them, they have changed their ways."

"So they put a Portkey Charm on the Triwizard Cup and pass me in, and that's reforming?" Harry interrupted.

Fudge tugged at the quill angrily: "Mr. Potter, please wait until I finish."

"Okay, Connelly." Harry interrupted him anyway, "but you willfully try to modify the facts, I don't think I can pretend that I didn't hear you."

Fudge took a deep breath: "Mr. Potter, according to our investigation, they have very serious and cruel traces of black magic."

"Though it looks like they died by the sword."

"But the cruel black magic caused irreversible damage to their bodies, and their flesh and blood were drained. Even if there was no other external force, they would die from that black magic."

"Mr. Potter, how do you explain that?"

"It's amazing that you can still find this thing." Harry couldn't help but marveled at them.

Fudge was triumphant: "Don't think that there are any clues that escape the eyes of the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Potter, we"

"But if you are smarter, you may be able to discover that the traces of dark magic on their bodies come from the Dark Mark." Harry said softly.

Fudge slapped the table heavily: "Don't try to bring out your death eaters and mysterious people's rhetoric and sophistry again!"

"The mysterious man died 15 years ago, how could his mark still have magical powers!"

"I see, you conducted a very cruel black magic experiment on them, and finally pretended to be the scene where they attacked you and were killed by your counterattack."

"You handpicked twelve people who had been stained!"

"It's a murder!"

His words were scorching, and he wished that he would be charged with this crime on the spot.

"Think about it with the brains you might have." Harry sneered, "I was preparing for the Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts, under the supervision of the Ministry of Magic, how did I cast a spell on the Triwizard Cup, And how do you bring together twelve people I've never contacted, and they're all Death Eaters."

"I am more Voldemort than Voldemort, and the Death Eaters listen to me more than Voldemort?"

The name came out of his mouth with a snort, as if the air was sucked clean.

"Minister Fudge." The Director of Magical Law Enforcement, Burns, said that she was a lady who looked a lot like Professor McGonagall, with the same stern voice, "I think if you read the letter given to you by the Auror Office three days ago report."

"You shouldn't have any doubts about the black magic on those twelve coming from the Dark Mark."

"The Department of Magical Law Enforcement can guarantee that those magics come from the Dark Mark."

Fudge was taken aback, and looked at Burns.

The eyes are full of shock—the document you gave me three days ago is so important?

Harry gave her a surprised look.

"Ah, but that doesn't prove nothing to do with Mr. Potter." Fudge caught on to the words.

Harry's eyes gradually cooled down: "But it can't prove that it has something to do with me."

"Connelly." Dumbledore said softly, "Have you found the person who cast the spell on the Triwizard Cup?"

Fudge shook his head. "No, we found no record of using Portkeys at the Ministry of Magic."

"I think that since those people are all planning to kill me, it's impossible for them to follow the rules and register with the Ministry of Magic." Harry said indifferently.

Fudge flipped through the files in front of him, trying to find something more.

Harry said, "Is there anything else to say? School starts tomorrow, and I don't have much time to waste here."

Dumbledore looked at the other people in the room, took out his wand, tapped on the table, and turned out a cup full of syrup: "I don't think there is any law that can restrain a completely innocent person."

"In this matter, we are very clear about the ins and outs."

"Twelve former Death Eaters, and one outstanding student who is currently studying at Hogwarts and has received a special contribution award to the school."

Speaking of which, Dumbledore had a weird expression on his face, looking at Harry, what was going on with this strange déjà vu?
Fudge took a deep breath: "Okay, then, those who think it is time to continue to accuse Mr. Potter, please raise your hand."

He did not hesitate.

Umbridge didn't hesitate either.

Dumbledore and Harry looked around at the others, only three more raised their hands.

Reluctantly, Fudge continued, "Then, those who think that Mr. Potter should not continue to be charged, please raise your hand."

Burns raised his hand without hesitation.

The third of the Wizengamot who came also raised their hands - they dare not offend Dumbledore, even if the chief magician has no real power.

"Five votes in favor, eleven votes against, and nine abstentions." Burns said with a cold face, "Connelly, I told you that there is no need to waste time, whether we or Mr. The culprit who cast a spell and planned this conspiracy is the most important thing."

Fudge didn't speak, stood up, discarded all the files on the table, and was about to walk outside the meeting room.

Harry waved his wand, and the chair flew across the floor, making a long, piercing chirping noise, and stopped in front of Fudge.

"Mr. Potter?" Fudge turned to look.

"Connelly, is there anything else you haven't said to me?" Harry said softly.

Fudge looked embarrassed. He looked at Dumbledore, then at Burns, and at the other people in the room: "Sorry, Mr. Potter, for taking up your time."

He shook his fat body and quickened his pace, wanting to leave this place faster.

Damn it!
People from the Ministry of Magic didn't even help themselves. The next time they make an exception, they must propose a replacement for the Director of Magical Law Enforcement. This woman is too...
scoff-

The chair stopped in front of him again.

"Mr. Potter?" Fudge was a little annoyed, his cheeks were unhealthy crimson, his blood pressure highlighted the blood vessels on his temples, "what else do you want to do?"

　5K! ! !at night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)