Chapter 891 Murder Charges

Unlike Squibs, which do not possess magical powers, Obscures have strong spellcasting abilities.

However, due to various reasons, their magical talents were not normally discovered and had to be suppressed in their bodies.

This situation was very common before magic schools were established. Even now, it is a common phenomenon in Asia. Those magic schools and schools of magic that focus on blood inheritance and chance blessings will not easily recruit students.

Generally speaking, as time goes by, the magic power suppressed in the body will gradually dissipate.

A wizard who could have achieved something ends up being a Muggle without magic, like a Squib.

However, if these people receive serious spiritual stimulation during this process, the distortion of their personality will infect the suppressed energy in the body, and the two will interact with each other, and the dark power that has been infected and demonized will eventually give birth to its own consciousness.

It parasitizes the host's body and draws power until the dormitory can't supply the energy it needs and dies.

When the host is extremely emotionally out of control, it will be swallowed by this terrible consciousness and become a silent person with terrible power.

A long time ago, there were dark wizards who tried to artificially create a large number of obscurants in order to conquer the world.

The black wizards search for a large number of children with magical powers, and hold them in uninhabited islands or prisons. Instead of teaching them how to use magic, they keep torturing them until they are completely devoured by hatred and become weapons of war. .

This is an extremely evil act, which is resisted by the entire wizarding world.

As the trial continued, Fudge became more irritable.

"On the night of August 2, at about nine o'clock, I went out to the corner store at the intersection of Wisteria Road to buy cat food." Under Fudge's interrogation, Mrs. Figg immediately spoke hastily, as if she had already asked for cat food. I recited everything I said, "Later, I heard commotion in the alley between Magnolia Crescent Street and Wisteria Road. When I walked to the entrance of the alley, I saw a dementor running..."

"Run?" said Ms. Burns sharply. "Dementors don't run, they just slide."

"That's what I mean." Mrs. Figg said hastily, blushing on her withered face, "sliding down the alley and jumping at what looked like two boys."

"What do they look like?" said Ms. Burns, her eyes narrowed so tightly that the rim of the monocle sank into her flesh.

"Oh, one is big and the other is skinny—"

"No, no," said Ms. Burns impatiently. "I mean dementors. Describe them."

"Oh!" said Mrs. Figg, the blush now creeping down her neck. "They're big, big, in cloaks."

Hearing her description, Harry felt his heart sink horribly.

Whatever Mrs. Figg said, it sounded to him like she'd only seen pictures of Dementors at best, and pictures simply couldn't convey the true nature of those creatures: the eerie, horrific way they hovered inches above the ground. the horrid look they gave off; the horrible creaking sound they made as they devoured the air around them.

On the second row of benches, a short, chubby male wizard with a big black beard whispered in the ear of a curly-haired female wizard next to him.

The witch smiled triumphantly and nodded.

"Large, wearing a cape?!" Ms. Burns repeated, and Fudge snorted sarcastically. "I see. Is there anything else to add?"

"Yes," said Mrs. Figg, "I felt them, and everything grew cold, remember it was a very hot summer's night. And then I felt as if all the joy had vanished from the world." Now, I remembered the terrible thing, a long, long time ago, the night when I was proved incapable of casting spells, my grandma hugged me..."

Her voice trembled and gradually became inaudible.

Ms. Bones's eyes were slightly dilated, and she could see the red marks under her eyebrows where the lenses had just sunk.

"What did the dementors do?" she asked softly.

"They sprang at the two boys," said Mrs. Figg, her voice stronger and more confident now, her blush gone, and she seemed to recall exactly what had happened. "One boy fell and the other fell. One was backing away trying to fight off the dementor. That was Harry, he tried twice and all he got was silver smoke. He tried a third time and he had a Patronus. The Patronus rushed and hit Knocked out the first Dementor, then it mustered up its courage and drove the second away from Cousin Harry. Yes, that's what happened."

When Mrs. Figg finished speaking, her voice became a little weak again.

Ms. Burns looked silently at Mrs. Figg, while Fudge ignored her and fiddled with his papers.

Finally, he raised his eyes and said a little aggressively, "That's what you saw, wasn't it?"

"It was what happened," repeated Mrs. Figg.

"Fine!" said Fudge. "You can go."

Mrs. Figg looked timidly at Fudge, then at Dumbledore, then got up and shuffled towards the door.

The door can be heard slamming shut behind her.

"An unknown Squib," said Fudge haughtily. "This witness is not very convincing."

"Oh, I don't think so!" said Ms. Burns in her sonorous voice. "She has described the power of the attack on the dementors so accurately that I can't imagine why she would say that if they weren't there." .”

"Is that so? The dementor ran into a Muggle residential area and happened to meet a wizard?" Fudge said contemptuously. "You don't really believe this story, do you? The possibility must be very small. Even Bagman wouldn't bet on..."

"I don't think any of us would believe that it was a coincidence that the Dementors were there," said Dumbledore softly.

Umbridge, who was seated to Fudge's right, moved slightly, her face once again in shadow since Dumbledore's entry.

But no one else moved or said a word.

"What the hell do you mean?" Fudge asked coldly.

"Meaning I think they were sent," said Dumbledore.

"If someone had ordered two dementors to roam around Little Whinging, we'd have a record!" growled Fudge, "but no, we've got nothing here."

"If these two dementors have recently taken orders from someone outside the Ministry of Magic, it is not certain," said Dumbledore calmly. "I have already told you my opinion on the matter. Connelly."

"Yes, you did!" said Fudge forcefully, "and I have no reason to believe that your opinion is not nonsense, Dumbledore. The dementors are still strictly obeying our orders and staying in Azka in good order." class."

"Then..." said Dumbledore in a steady but clear tone, "we must ask ourselves why did someone at the Ministry of Magic order two dementors into that alley on August 2nd?"

As soon as these words were finished, there was silence on the field.

"May I add something?" Ivan said in a timely manner, not caring about Fudge's expression, and said all his thoughts, "I mentioned the relevant suggestion in the newspaper, since Mr. Minister firmly believes that the dementors are still strictly obeying Ministry of Magic order, why not check internally, is someone in the Ministry ordering dementors to attack Harry in the Muggle community. In my opinion, this matter may not be simple, it involves a terrible Conspiracy and murder..."