Chapter 888 The Contest Between Dumbledore and Fudge

"You are late." A cold man's voice echoed in the courtroom.

"Sorry!" Harry said hastily, nervously, "I, we didn't know the time had changed."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the two chairs in the middle of the room. The armrests of the chairs were chains on the left and right.

He had seen these chains jump up suddenly and bind the person sitting in the middle tightly.

Harry looked up again, and all he could see were about fifty people, all dressed in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver 'w' embroidered on the left front breast.

They all looked down at the two of them, some with stern expressions, others with undisguised curiosity.

In the middle of the front row of benches sat the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge was a big fat man who used to wear a lime green bowler hat, but today he didn't.

In addition, the kind smile that he always had on his face when he spoke to Ivan and Harry in the past has disappeared today.

It was replaced by a cold expression, indifferent to make people feel scared, maybe this is his real appearance.

To Fudge's left sat a broad, square-jawed witch with gray hair cropped short, wearing a monocle and a forbidding expression on her face.

To Fudge's right sat another witch, but she sat so far back on the bench that her face was in shadow.

"It wasn't the Wizengamot's fault," said Fudge. "An owl was sent this morning to let you know."

"Obviously, we haven't received a letter from the Wizengamot, Mr. Minister!" Ivan looked around, and his eyes fell on Fudge above, "Actually, we probably didn't think of a case of minors using magic. And little things about the veracity of reporting, to be tried by the Wizengamot Supreme Criminal Court. I've read a lot of books on this, but it's never mentioned in the books."

After an embarrassing silence, Ivan noticed several wizards moving around on their chairs uneasily.

They didn't expect Aiwen to say such a thing, and they were not prepared at all.

Obviously, what he said hit the nail on the head.

If this matter was spread today, the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot would be too embarrassed to put up such a battle against the two young wizards.

"Also, if I remember correctly, the special correspondent Rita Skeeter applied to the Ministry of Magic to interview this trial, but I didn't see her." Ivan continued, pursuing the victory.

"Her application was not approved, so don't think I don't know what you're planning," said Fudge irritably.

"Our intention is to truthfully and objectively report the detailed progress of this case. As far as I know, other people can be allowed to accompany a visit to a case of this level. For the sake of fairness, the Ministry of Magic does not seem to have the right to refuse Li Tower interview." Ai Wen said, smiling.

"You don't need to remind us what to do, you..."

"Minister!" The witch on the right next to him reminded softly, showing a toad-like face forward, "I hope you two can sit down first, Mr. Mason, we have to judge Potter for using magic first." You can watch, but please keep silent."

"No problem, obviously, what you say here has the final say." Ivan said.

There was another awkward silence, and his feet echoed loudly across the stone floor.

Harry followed him, sitting cautiously on the edge of the chair.

The chain tinkled menacingly, but it did not hold him.

He swallowed, feeling dizzy and nauseated, he looked at Ivan, and then looked up at those people sitting on the bench above.

In just a few seconds, Fudge and Umbridge seemed to reach a consensus, regardless of Ivan, to convict Harry first.

As long as it is confirmed that Harry used magic illegally, then Ivan's report is naturally a false report.

At that time, it will be much easier to solve everything.

Otherwise, let Aiwen continue to question like this, and today's trial is likely to become a joke.

Aiwen asked two questions in a row. Many members of the Wizengamot couldn't sit still anymore. They thought that today's team was treating the two children too much. They didn't approve of Fudge's doing this. A child pointed it out.

"Okay!" Fudge said angrily, trying not to look at Ivan, "The defendant has finally arrived, let's start."

"By the way, are you ready?" he asked loudly towards the bench.

"Yes, sir." A familiar voice said eagerly.

Ivan squinted his eyes and saw Ron's brother Percy sitting on the edge of the front bench.

Harry looked at Percy too, expecting a look of recognition on his face, but there was none on his face.

Percy's eyes, hidden behind horn-rimmed glasses, were fixed intently on the parchment in front of him, a quill in hand, ready to write.

"Trial on August 12th!" said Fudge boomingly, and Percy hurriedly began to take notes, "The trial of Harry James Potter, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for breach of case."

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald de Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Burns, Director of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umrie, Senior Undersecretary Odd. Interrogation Recorder: Percy Ignat Hughes Weasley..."

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

said a calm voice behind them, and Harry nearly sprained his neck with a jerk of his head.

Ivan also turned his head and saw Dumbledore striding over calmly.

He seemed to have just Apparated, and had no idea how he'd timed it so well.

He was wearing a black and blue robe with a very peaceful expression on his face.

Dumbledore walked to a place parallel to Ivan and Harry, raised his head, and looked at Fudge through the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his hooked nose. His long silver-white beard and hair were illuminated by the torch sparkling with light.

In the next second, the members of the Wizengamot were whispering to each other, and all eyes were on Dumbledore.

Someone seemed annoyed, someone seemed a little frightened, and two elderly witches sitting in the back even waved in welcome.

Seeing Dumbledore, Aiwen knew that he didn't need to say anything today, just sit aside and watch the show.

As soon as Harry saw Dumbledore, a strong emotion rose in his heart, which made him feel at ease and full of hope, just like the feeling that the singing of Phoenix Fawkes had given him, he wanted to meet Dumbledore's eyes, But Dumbledore didn't look his way, continuing to look up at the visibly panicked Fudge.

This is the most direct confrontation between him and Fudge. It hasn't started yet, but in terms of momentum, Fudge has already lost! .

a