Chapter 890 Squibs

Aiwen reported the incident in detail above, and he believed that everyone present had read the report.

But judging from their expressions now, they probably don't believe it.

Even Ms. Burns, who had been siding with them, had her bushy eyebrows raised high and her monocle seemed about to slip.

In the early days of Voldemort's power, the Bones family was one of the most powerful pure-blood wizard families at that time.

They, like the Weasleys, were willing to believe in Dumbledore rather than Voldemort.

Amelia Bones' elder brother Edgar Bones was also one of the founders of the Order of the Phoenix, and he was a very good wizard.

Because of the influence of the Burns family, Voldemort personally killed Edgar's family, leaving only Amelia who escaped by chance.

Voldemort used this to let the wizarding world know his horror and succumbed to his power.

Ms. Burns was never married, and only one branch of the once prominent Burns family remained intact. Her niece, Susan Burns, was a classmate of Irving and Harry. She was in the same grade as Harry. , a student of Hufflepuff House.

This is a rosy-cheeked girl with long golden braids, slightly nervous, and not bad.

"Dementors?" Ms. Burns murmured.

"Yes, two dementors appeared in the alley, and they came straight towards me and my cousin!"

"Ah!" Fudge spoke again, with a nasty sneer in his mouth, looking at the Wizengamot members around, as if hoping that they would understand the joke, "Yeah, yeah, I just Knowing that we're going to hear nonsense like that, I'm not surprised at all, this time it's the dementors attacking you!"

"The dementors are in Little Whinging?" Ms. Burns said, her tone full of astonishment.

"Ms. Burns, you should have read the report in the newspaper." Ivan said.

"Yes, I did, but I don't understand..."

"Don't you understand, Amelia?" said Fudge, still sneering. "Let me explain, these two children have taken great pains to find that dementors make a wonderful excuse, brilliant indeed, Isn't it? Muggles can't see dementors, can't they? Very ingenious, very ingenious, so there are no witnesses, only your side of the story? Then you find a reporter who is good at making up lies and publish this in the ridiculous In the newspaper, the entire magic world panicked, to prove your greatness, a fifteen-year-old wizard can defeat two dementors, how amazing it is!"

Judging by his expression, he seems to think that this is the whole truth.

"I'm not lying!" Harry said loudly, his voice drowning out the whispers that sounded again from the trial seat, "There are two, one from each end of the alley, and everything is getting so dark and cold, I express Brother touched them, desperately trying to escape..."

"Enough, enough!" said Fudge, with a very haughty look on his face, "I'm sorry I interrupted him, I'm sure this is a well-rehearsed lie, and we shouldn't be hearing this The kids make it up."

Just then, Dumbledore cleared his throat, and the Wizengamot fell silent again.

"Actually, we have a witness who can prove that a dementor did appear in that alley!" he said quietly, "except for Harry's cousin Dudley Dursley, I mean."

Fudge's fat face seemed to relax suddenly, as if someone had let the air out of it.

"Do you have any witnesses?"

"Yes!" said Dumbledore, smiling.

"How could there be witnesses? This incident was purely fabricated by these two children..." He murmured, staring blankly at Dumbledore below, and after a while, he seemed to regain his composure , "I'm afraid we don't have time to listen to this nonsense anymore, Dumbledore, I hope this matter will be dealt with quickly..."

"I may not remember exactly!" said Dumbledore pleasantly, "but I believe that the defendant has a right to have witnesses testify against him, is it not? Isn't that the policy of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?"

"That's right," said Ms. Burns. "Indeed."

"Oh, good, good, where is this man?" said Fudge grimly. "How long will it take us to see him."

"I brought her," said Dumbledore. "She's just outside the door. Did I..."

"No, no, Weasley, you go!" Fudge said roughly to Percy.

Percy stood up immediately and ran down the stone steps from the bench.

He hurried past Dumbledore, Alvin and Harry without even looking at them.

Immediately, there was a noise outside the door, and Ivan was sure that he heard Rita Skeeter's voice.

Under her questioning, Percy didn't dare to say a word.

Fudge was panting heavily, staring at them impatiently as the chatter grew louder.

Judging from the current situation, today's trial has become a complete joke.

Now it takes a reporter to embellish this and then he's screwed, which is great!

He gave Ivan a hard look, turned around and whispered to Umbridge next to him.

It was a long time before Percy came back, followed by Mrs. Figg.

She looked frightened, and looked even weirder than usual.

Dumbledore stood up, gave the chair to Mrs Figg, and conjured another for himself.

"Full name?" asked Fudge aloud, just as Mrs. Figg sat down timidly on the edge of the chair.

"Arabella Dorian Figg," said Mrs. Figg in a trembling voice.

"Who the hell are you?" Fudge asked in an impatient, haughty voice.

"I'm a resident of Little Whinging, right next to Harry Potter's house," said Mrs. Figg.

"On our records, there are no wizards living in Little Whinging except for Mr. Potter," Ms. Burns said immediately. "That area has been closely watched because, um, because of something that happened before. "

"I'm a Squib," said Mrs. Figg, "so you won't register my name, will you?"

"Squib, huh?" Fudge eyed her suspiciously. "We'll check and you tell my assistant Weasley about your parents later. By the way, can a Squib see a dementor?"

He added, looking left and right at the people on the bench.

"Yes, we can!" said Mrs. Figg angrily.

Fudge looked up at her again, raising his eyebrows.

Squibs are a very special group in the wizarding world. They refer to people who come from wizarding families but cannot learn magic, which is the opposite of Muggle-born wizards.

Their identities are very embarrassing, and most of them have spent their lives in mediocrity and poverty.

Come to think of it, because of his parents' family, the Squib has some knowledge of magic, but he doesn't have the opportunity to participate.

How sad it was that they were neither part of the wizarding world nor the Muggle world.

The only good thing is that the number of squibs is very small. Experts generally believe that because the magic genetics are at an advantage and are actively active, it is very rare in the magic world that the offspring will not be able to use magic.

Correspondingly, this has greatly increased the misfortune of the Squib.

How to let the Squib learn to use magic has always been one of the difficult problems in magic medicine, and many people have studied it.

Also, it's worth noting the difference between a Squib and a Silent...