Chapter 447 Supreme Court, Interruptions One After Another (1/2)

Chapter 447 Supreme Court, interruptions one after another

The two walked through a long corridor and went down to the tenth floor through a door.

This floor was full of courtrooms. After passing the first courtroom to the ninth courtroom, they saw a black door, behind which was the tenth courtroom.

Cornelius Fudge and Lucius Malfoy were also here. They were talking about something, and when they saw the two people appear, they stopped talking tacitly.

"Welcome." Fudge instantly changed his face to a smile, "I didn't expect Aaron that you would be interested in Harry Potter's public trial."

"No, it has nothing to do with Harry Potter." Aaron said seriously, "I came here purely on a whim, wanting to see the trial scene of the wizarding world."

Fudge's expression froze, and he looked at Aaron with some suspicion, "As far as I know, your relationship with Harry Potter..."

"We are just ordinary friends." Aaron interrupted, "So Mr. Minister, don't worry that I will speak for him, and I also believe that the Ministry of Magic will be fair and just.

But I have a small doubt, and I hope Minister Fudge can help me solve it."

"What is it?"

"Even if an underage wizard really used magic outside of school, there is no need to organize the Wizengamot for trial!" Aaron's face was full of confusion, "This is the highest court in the wizarding world. It's a bit of an exaggeration to use it to try a minor."

"Ah this..."

Fudge was a little speechless for a moment. You can't say that he is deliberately making things difficult for Harry Potter!

Normally, if such a small matter is handled simply, it is enough to call a special department to ask a few questions and then he can be acquitted, but he used the power of the minister to raise the scale to the standard of the trial of Death Eaters, just to magnify this matter infinitely, and it is best to expel Harry Potter from the magic world, so that the rumors about Voldemort's return can be effectively curbed.

"Because of the specialness of Harry Potter." Lucius Malfoy suddenly said, giving Fudge a step down, "After all, Harry Potter is the savior known to everyone in the magic world, and he naturally cannot be treated like others."

"Yes, that's it." Fudge said hurriedly.

"I see." Aaron nodded, and then looked at Lucius, "Uncle Lucius, are you here to listen in too?"

"No, I just have some private matters to talk to Minister Fudge." Lucius said calmly, as if the siege of Aaron by the Death Eaters two months ago did not exist at all.

Aaron showed a meaningful smile, and he was sure that Lucius Malfoy had definitely made a lot of efforts in this trial against Harry Potter.

"Then let's go in first. Say hello to Draco for me."

Fudge pushed open the door and entered the courtroom first. Aaron and Jeans followed him and sat in the empty audience seats very consciously.

Fifty wizards in purple robes sat on the steps in front of them. They looked at the two people brought by Fudge and were confused.

"Let me introduce these two to you..."

"Mr. Jeans." Several surprised voices came from the courtroom, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to show the heir of the Gaius family the world." Jeans smiled and pointed to Aaron sitting next to him, and introduced: "My young master is a student of Hogwarts, and he is in the same class as Harry Potter, the person you are going to judge.

Of course, you don't have to have any psychological burden, just be fair and just according to your own ideas."

After the voice fell, there was an uproar in the courtroom.

The few who knew the identities of Jeans and Aaron looked solemn, thinking that they must fulfill their duties in the upcoming trial, while those who did not know their identities looked unhappy, thinking that the two were a bit arrogant.

But after all, they were brought by the Minister of Magic, so they could not say anything.

"It seems that I don't need to introduce them." Fudge smiled awkwardly but politely at the two, and then walked to his seat, in the middle of the trial seat.

There was a witch sitting on each side of him, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Deputy Minister of Magic, and the one in charge of recording was Ron's brother, Percy Weasley.

"Uncle Jeans, it seems that several judges know you!" Aaron looked at him playfully, "Don't you want to explain?"

"Nothing, just helped them a little bit before."

"A little bit?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, and the three words "I don't believe it" seemed to be written on his face.

"It's just a small favor." Jins said indifferently, "Three of them are Aurors, and I happened to save their lives.

One is Madam's senior, but she has a family genetic disease, and St. Mungo's Magic Hospital is powerless. It was the patriarch who asked me to send Lord Lanter's elixir to her.

Another career is full of ups and downs, and I pointed out a clear path for him, otherwise he would not have the opportunity to sit here."

Aaron blinked blankly, and complained in his heart.

Good guy, really good guy.

Five of the fifty judges owed favors to Gaius. Although the proportion was only 10%, the result of Wisenmore's trial was decided by voting, and sometimes the difference was often the crucial vote.

Creak!

The door of the courtroom opened again, and Harry Potter walked in with a stiff face.

"Good morning, Harry."

"Aaron, Mr. Jeans, why are you here?" Harry asked with some surprise.

"Come and listen to the trial!" Aaron said as a matter of course, "The trial of the savior is interesting to think about."

"Listen to the trial?"

Harry looked at the audience seats with only two people, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

This didn't look like he was here to listen, but rather to watch the fun.

However, with two acquaintances here, he felt a little more relaxed. You know, Mr. Weasley could only send him to the door, and he was a little scared to fight alone against the malicious Ford.

"Silence!"

Fudge knocked the gavel, looked at Harry Potter and said, "You are five minutes late."

"I didn't know the time was changed. It was supposed to be nine in the morning."

"That's not the Wizengamot's fault. We sent an owl to inform you this morning.

But forget it, sit down!"

Harry gritted his teeth in indignation, thinking that Fudge was deliberately targeting him.

He could do such a shameless thing as changing the time and place temporarily.

Fortunately, Mr. Weasley took him out early. If it was ten or twenty minutes later, these judges would never have a good impression of him.

"The defendant is here, we can start." Fudge looked at Percy sitting in the front row and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Ready, sir."

"Very good." Fudge said with satisfaction, "Then I declare..."

Halfway through his words, Fudge's face had a few more black lines, because Aaron in the audience raised his right hand high.

His action was extremely conspicuous in the audience with only two people, and he couldn't pretend not to see it.

"Does Mr. Gaius have any questions?"

"I'm very sorry to bother you, but in my impression, the defendant must have a defense lawyer!"

"But only Harry Potter came, and his defense lawyer was not present." Fudge said with some pride, "It is considered that there is no defense lawyer."

"Maybe he didn't know that the Ministry of Magic had temporarily changed the time." Harry said weakly, "If possible, I suggest waiting for a while until my defense lawyer arrives."

"Haha!" Fudge's eyes flashed with sarcasm, "This is the Wizengamot, each of us Everyone has their own things to do, and I'm afraid they don't have that much time.

In addition, Harry Potter, if you think that delaying time can extend your trial time, you are wrong. "

"I don't think so." Dumbledore strode in, standing behind Harry and looking at the judges righteously, "I am the defendant's defense attorney, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

Dumbledore's appearance made the atmosphere in the courtroom lively, and the fifty judges began to whisper to each other, with different reactions.

Although the Daily Prophet had made a mess of the respected White Devil, they all knew Dumbledore's power and would not despise him because of the so-called public opinion.

"Thank you, Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore smiled gently, "Although I don't know why you appeared in this place, the time you gained is quite precious to Harry. "

Aaron:......

This old guy must have misunderstood something.

Or maybe he did it on purpose, and this kind of words might make others think that he is here to help Harry Potter.

"You..." Fudge was shocked and frightened, and said unnaturally: "So you received our notice to change the time and place of the interrogation?"

"I don't think I received it, but... I made a lucky mistake and arrived at the Ministry of Magic three hours early."

"Okay! If you need a chair..."

"Don't bother." Dumbledore took out his wand, shook it gently, and conjured a soft armchair next to Harry and sat down.

Fudge gave a forced smile and then banged the gavel. "Disciplinary hearing on 12th August, in the case of Harry James Potter, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic, Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary.

Trial reporter: Percy Ignatius Weasley.

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

"The charges against the defendant in this case are as follows: the defendant intentionally cast a Patronus Charm in full awareness of the illegality of his actions, and in front of a Muggle." Fudge looked Harry in the eyes and asked seriously, "Do you deny casting the Patronus Charm?"

"No, but..."

Fudge did not give him a chance to speak, interrupting, "You know that you are prohibited from using magic outside of school before the age of seventeen."

"Yes, that's right, but..."

"Everyone in the Wizengamot..." Fudge stopped talking, because Aaron raised his right hand again.

"Mr. Gaius, do you have any questions?" Fudge asked, suppressing his anger. He now seriously suspected that Aaron was standing up for his friend, otherwise he would not interrupt him one after another.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt you again." Aaron said seriously, "It is well known that the Wizengamot is the highest court in the wizarding world, but even when interrogating Death Eaters, they should be given the right to speak!

If the defendant does not even have the opportunity to speak, then this hearing has lost its meaning. You can just pronounce the verdict directly."

Fudge's expression froze, his face twitched slightly, but he was speechless.

It is true that he is the Minister of Magic, but it is not good to abuse his power in front of so many senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and other famous wizards.

"Of course the defendant can speak." Amelia, who was sitting on Fudge's left, said.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "The reason why I used the Patronus Charm was because I encountered Dementors."

"Dementors?" Amelia frowned slightly, with a little surprise in her expression, "In Little Whinging?"

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"What a clever excuse!" Fudge sneered, "Muggles can't see Dementors, right, kid?

You're really smart."

"I'm not lying, there were two in total." Harry said hurriedly, "If I hadn't used the Patronus Charm in time, the Dementors would have killed us."

"Enough." Fudge waved his hand, "I think this must be a carefully fabricated story. You can't provide any eyewitnesses to this incident."

"I, I have witnesses." Harry said hesitantly.

Fudge was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Dudley Dursley doesn't count."

"Not him."

"Dumbledore doesn't count either." Fudge emphasized, "I'm sure he wasn't in Little Whinging at that time."

"Not Professor Dumbledore either." Harry said angrily, then looked at Dumbledore nervously, "Professor, Mrs. Figg..."

Dumbledore gave him a reassuring look, "Minister, we do have a witness, she's just outside the door."

Fudge's face turned pale in an instant, "Weasley, you go."

Percy stood up immediately and ran out quickly.

Half a minute later, he came back, followed by a nervous old lady.

Dumbledore gave her his seat and changed another chair.

"Name?" Fudge asked impatiently.

"Arabella Figg." Mrs. Figg was seeing such a big scene for the first time, and her voice was trembling. "I am a resident of Little Whinging and a neighbor of Harry Potter."

"But according to our records, there are no other wizards in Little Whinging except Harry Potter." Amelia said, "and ordinary people cannot see Dementors."

"Yes." Fudge immediately became excited and said excitedly: "I have said they are talking nonsense."

"I am a Squib." Mrs. Figg said angrily, "Squibs will not be registered, but they can see things that ordinary people cannot see."

Aaron slightly widened his eyes and glanced at Dumbledore for some reason, as if he understood something.

Letting a Squib be a neighbor of Harry Potter is equivalent to keeping him under surveillance under his own eyes. Harry Potter's every move is probably always under close attention.

More importantly, a Squib neighbor is equivalent to a legal illegal resident. No one will suspect a wizard who has no wand and cannot perform magic.

Tsk! How about Dumbledore being the White Lord who experienced two wizarding wars?

This is a really high level, most people can't really think of it.