Chapter 469 The Uncertain Future

As the small wooden hammer in Fudge's hand fell, Harry's trial officially ended, and Ada let out a long sigh of relief. Carrying others on your back is really tiring!

Harry sat motionless on the chair in the middle, looking a little dazed. He didn't even notice Ada approaching. This is also normal. Although he has experienced a lot, in the end he is still a fifteen-year-old boy who will be afraid and panic.

"Hey!" Ada said, "Why are you still sitting here? Do you really want to go gold-plating in Azkaban?"

"I don't want to, not at all." Harry shook his head, "Ada, I seem to owe you more and more, and I can't even pay you back." Harry lowered his head and looked at the iron wrapped around the chair. chain.

In the past, Ada would have taken advantage of the opportunity to give Harry a blow, which would have cost eighteen thousand galleons, but now her state of mind was different.

The most important thing is that she is not short of money...

Ada messed up Harry's neatly combed hair and said, "I'm a loan shark, and the interest is compounded. If you want to pay it off, I can do it in the next life!"

Then, Ada tidied Harry's clothes in disgust, as if an eldest sister was taking care of her sloppy younger brother.

She said: "When I go back, take a quick bath to get rid of the bad luck."

Harry stood up, and before he knew it, he was much taller than Ada. Harry said, "Mrs. Weasley is preparing meatballs tonight. Will you go?"

"Of course, but I still have something to deal with." Ada said, "Go, Mr. Weasley should be waiting for you outside!"

Harry nodded vigorously and ran towards the heavy door like a bird rushing to freedom.

Ada didn't leave. She turned around and looked at Fudge again, and at the Wizengamot on both sides. Some members of the Wizengamot had already left in a hurry, while the rest were talking and packing up documents.

Minister of Magic Fudge sat there, his eyes never leaving Ada, wondering what he was thinking.

Ada walked up to the minister and whispered: "Mr. Minister, the professor asked me to bring you a message. He said: I am still willing to support your career, as long as you recognize the reality."

"I don't quite understand what this sentence means, but I think Mr. Minister must understand, right?"

After hearing Ada's conveyance and questions, Fudge's face became even uglier. Reddened pork liver is no longer enough to describe it, it should be replaced by rotten pork liver.

Fudge was breathing heavily, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"I don't need him to support my career!" Fudge said through gritted teeth. It was very difficult to say this, and as soon as he finished speaking, Fudge collapsed on the bench, as if all his strength had been drained from his body.

"That's such a shame, Mr. Minister." Ada took a step back, her voice still very soft, without any fluctuation due to Fudge's frustration.

Ada continued: "There are many ministers in the Ministry of Magic, but there is only one Albus Dumbledore. I said this, and I think Mr. Minister can understand what I mean."

For humans, the biggest barrier is in the brain.

Fudge is obsessed with power. Doesn't he believe that Voldemort is back?

No, I'm afraid Mr. Minister has already believed seven or eight points. He just holds on to the two or three points of expectations, hoping that Voldemort will not come back and that all this is Dumbledore's fault.

If you tell a lie too often, it becomes true, and Fudge was completely deceived by the lies he spun.

There is no hope, maybe Dumbledore will be kind enough to believe in Fudge, and wait for him to turn around. But Ada won't. In her heart, Fudge has been sentenced to death, starting from the first newspaper that whitewashed the peace.

Ada doesn't want a teammate who can't see the situation clearly, that will only be a drag. Victory will also come late because of such people. A late victory would mean the prolongation of the war, and it would mean that the people she cared about would face more dangers.

By this time, Ms. Bones had gathered her belongings and was heading for the door. She was accompanied by three or two people who were relatively close to her.

"Ms. Bones!" Ada didn't delay any more, she walked quickly towards Amelia Bones.

The first time I met Ms. Bones was at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. At that time, Ada's impression of her was that she was capable and resolute. The second time we met was in Hogsmeade. She was a conscientious and flexible official.

Today was the third time we met in the courtroom, and Ms. Bones impressed Ada even more deeply this time.

Before, neither Dumbledore nor Ada had an issue with Ms. Bones, but today regarding Harry's trial and Fudge's difficulties, Ms. Bones and Ada had a tacit understanding of cooperation.

It was as if two people chatted together for a long time last night and then fell asleep.

After the trial began, Ms. Bones first raised her hand to Ada so that Ada would not be ignored by the Wizengamot because of her youth; then she raised her hand to Harry to let the people of the Wizengamot know. In addition to being the "Boy Who Lived", Leigh Porter was also very talented; after the trial reached a deadlock, she pointed the finger at Fudge by guiding Mrs. Figg to give her testimony, forcing the minister into trouble again and again. Desperate situation.

The best thing is that every insinuation Ms. Bones makes is just right. Her actions and words only make her appear impartial and impartial, rather than favoring anyone.

If it weren't for Fudge's shamelessness and Umbridge's interference, the trial would have been over long ago! This is the change brought about by a godly teammate.

Even if Fudge knew that Ms. Bones was targeting him, the Minister had nothing to do with the Director of Legal Enforcement.

This powerful man is not something Fudge can suppress at will. If he accidentally used too much force, Fudge might suffer backlash.

Hearing Ada calling her, Amelia Bones slowed down her pace. Everyone around her also dispersed, leaving space for the two of them to talk.

This alone made Ms. Bones stronger than Fudge. None of the people under her need her orders, unlike Fudge, who has to drive people away personally every time.

Ada rushed to Ms. Bones's side. She played a trick and deliberately fell half a body behind Bones. This approach is a bit dirty.

Ada herself is a student, and Bones's social status is far beyond that of a student. There is nothing wrong with being half a stature behind to show her humility and respect for Bones. Some people also feel that only half a body behind is not enough.

This approach is dirty because Ada is not just a student.

First of all, Ada's magical attainments are not to say inferior to anyone else, but can at least be ranked in the top few. Her own strength is her biggest card, and is no worse than Bones' identity and status.

Furthermore, Ada appeared in Dumbledore's place in Harry's defense this time. It is equivalent to being the spokesperson of the professor, and every word and deed can represent Dumbledore's will.

In this way, how many people can walk ahead of Ada with a shameful face?

The answer is almost none.

Arrogant fools don't see this approach, they don't think there's a problem, they don't worry about whether they can bear it or not. Only smart people can see it, and it may annoy smart people.

Ms. Bones is a smart person. She naturally saw what Ada was doing and saw that this was a bold temptation. She didn't find Ada's behavior disgusting, but she admired this wild girl a little more.

"Excellent defense. When I was your age, I was not so calm in the face of danger." Amelia Bones said as she adjusted her stride and rhythm to be even with Ada, not One after the other.

"Thank you for the compliment, I haven't done enough." Ada said modestly, and she no longer deliberately controlled her pace.

"Did the deal break down?" Ms. Bones asked, going straight to the point without any roundabout temptations.

Ada nodded and said: "We have never reached an agreement. After graduation, I plan to open a cake shop in Diagon Alley, selling only cupcakes. I have already thought of the name of the shop, and it will be called Fudge."

"Remember to tell me when the time comes and I will take Susan with me," Ms. Bones said with a smile.

"Professor Dumbledore asked me to convey my greetings to you, ma'am." Ada suddenly changed the subject.

Amelia Bones stopped and asked, "Is this greeting really from Professor Dumbledore? Or is it your own greeting?"

"Is there any difference?" Ada asked knowingly.

"Of course it's different." Ms. Bones said without any impatience, "Dumbledore is the present, and you are the future. The 'now' is right here, visible and tangible. The 'future' is uncertain. ."

"The future," Ada said confidently, "the future will come as planned."