Chapter 893

"I, no, I'm not..."

Fudge's expression was as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly. Of course he couldn't pursue this matter.

To hold Irving accountable for using magic in the Quidditch World Cup final is like holding the Ministry of Magic itself accountable.

Aiwen helped the Ministry of Magic in the World Cup. In the past year, they spent countless painstaking efforts and efforts to make the eyes of wizards all over the world just turn away from this matter. I don't want to mention it.

"The kid, we all know he wasn't at Hogwarts last term..." Fudge changed direction.

"Yes, I have already talked to you specifically about this matter. At the invitation of the alchemist Nicole Flamel, Ivan is going to Beauxbatons for an academic exchange." Dumbledore said calmly, "He is Nico's student, and he studied alchemy with him."

There was another discussion in the trial seat, and many wizards began to look at Aiwen again.

They never thought that this little wizard would be a student of the famous alchemist Nicole Flamel.

You know, Niko has only partners in alchemy, and he has never heard of any wizard he took as an apprentice.

Since Aiwen has studied alchemy with Nico, his status has been greatly improved, and no one dares to underestimate this little wizard.

"But he wasn't in Beauxbatons, he was seen in Italy!" said Fudge angrily, trying to save face, "During his presence in Sicily, there was a riot among the giant tribes there. ..."

"You don't think it was Ivan who caused the turmoil in the giant tribe?" Dumbledore asked back, smiling.

As soon as he finished speaking, several wizards on the trial bench laughed.

Aiwen's size is not enough for the giant's teeth, let alone cause unrest in the giant tribe.

"No, of course not, me, of course he can't..." Fudge stammered again.

It is too absurd to link a fourteen-year-old little wizard with the turmoil of the giant tribe. This kind of thing is as ridiculous as Voldemort's resurrection and return, and it simply cannot happen.

He took a deep breath and saw the smiling expression on Ivan's face, but he didn't know what to say.

There is a lot of evidence that Ivan used magic outside the school, but it was not monitored by the Ministry of Magic.

Moreover, the incidents involved in Aiwen are very sensitive, and they are all things that the Ministry of Magic is trying to downplay, so they cannot be brought to the table.

For example, the giant unrest in Sicily, the massacre of the centaurs in the Albanian forest, and the Gringotts scandal in Egypt, etc. According to the feedback from the intelligence agency of the Ministry of Magic, there seems to be the shadow of this little wizard behind them.

Can't explain why, Fudge thinks that Ivan has this ability, but he has no evidence.

"Minister, I don't think what Mr Mason did outside the school has anything to do with this case," Ms Burns reminded.

Fudge was getting more and more off topic, and everyone could see that he didn't take advantage of it.

"You're right, we should be talking about Potter," Fudge said in a panic. "The bad things he did in school..."

"I must remind you again that the Ministry of Magic has no right to punish Hogwarts students for their behavior at school. That is the headmaster's responsibility, and what he did there has nothing to do with this case." Dumbledore Lido said, still so modest and polite.

But at this time, there was a kind of coldness in his words.

Fudge seemed to be re-ignited again, "We don't care about his behavior at school, huh? You think so?"

"The Ministry of Magic has no right to expel students from Hogwarts, Connelly, as I warned you on the night of August 2," said Dumbledore. "Nor does the Ministry have the right to confiscate wands, unless those charges Proved to be true, which I also reminded you on the night of August 2. Your eagerness to ensure that the law is upheld is commendable, but you yourself seem to have, I believe, neglected a few articles law."

"Laws can be changed," said Fudge viciously.

"Of course you are," said Dumbledore, bowing. "It looks like you're undoubtedly making a lot of revisions."

There was another round of discussions in the trial seat, and Fudge's face turned a purple-red liver color.

Umbridge, to his right, stared at Dumbledore with no expression on his face.

"As far as I know," said Dumbledore, "there has been no law stating that this trial punishes Harry for every spell he has ever performed in his life, and that he is charged with a specific act. , and have defended ourselves. That's it, all we can do now is await your verdict!"

Dumbledore butted ten fingertips together again, and said no more.

Fudge glared at him fiercely, with a look of embarrassment turning into anger.

Harry looked at Ivan, then at Fudge, and finally looked sideways at Dumbledore, trying to get some comfort from him.

Dumbledore told the Wizengamot to make a verdict now, and he was not at all sure whether it would be appropriate to do so.

Once again, however, Dumbledore ignored Harry's desire to make eye contact with the Wizengamot crew, who were whispering nervously above them.

Harry looked at his toes, and his heart seemed to swell enormously, beating wildly under his ribs.

He had expected the interrogation to be longer, and he wondered if he had made a better impression.

In fact, he didn't say a few words, and the rest was all Ivan and Dumbledore were talking about.

He should have said more about the Dementor, how he fell to the ground, how he and Dudley had almost been kissed by the Dementor.

Twice he looked up at Fudge, opened his mouth to speak, but his swelling heart choked him, and both times he just took a deep breath and looked down at his shoes again.

The whispering died down, and Harry wanted to look up at the judges, but found it much lighter and easier to continue studying his shoelaces.

"Raise your hand if you agree with the acquittal," Ms. Burns said in a booming voice.

Harry raised his head suddenly, raised his hands one by one, a lot, more than half of them!

He became short of breath, trying to count.

But before he could finish counting, Ms. Bones said, "Raise your hand if you agree with the crime."

Fudge raised his hand, along with half a dozen others, including the witch to his right, the bearded wizard, and the curly-haired witch in the second row.

Fudge looked around at everyone, there seemed to be a big piece stuck in his throat, and he seemed unwilling to believe the result.

Immediately, he put his hand down and took two deep breaths, his voice became strange because he was desperately suppressing his anger.

"Very well, very well, the allegations are not established."

"Mr. Minister, since the accusation against Harry is not established, is there no question about the authenticity of the report?" Ivan asked at the right time, "Is the questioning of me also over?"

"That's right!" Fudge said with a livid face, biting every word hard.

His current appearance is extremely angry, not to mention answering questions, he seems to want to tear Ai Wen and the others apart immediately.

"Oh, is the Ministry of Magic going to investigate the dementor attacking Harry?" Ivan continued to ask.