Chapter 897 Battle Dance

If Fudge had been under the Imperius Curse, he might have acted smarter instead of being so stupid.

His performance in the trial today is enough to prove that he has not been hit by the Imperius Curse, otherwise it must be a giant who controls him behind him.

But thanks to him, the trial that the Ministry of Magic had been preparing for so long had become a joke.

"Don't think we haven't thought of this, Harry." Mr. Weasley whispered, in a voice that Ivan and Harry could hear, "but Dumbledore thinks that Fudge is currently doing what he wants, using There's not much comfort in what he said, and it's best we don't talk about it now."

The elevator door slid open, and the main hall was almost empty now, and Ivan saw Rita being stopped outside by Eric, the wizard on duty.

"I'm going to have a few words with her." Ivan said, "The report on the trial..."

"Well!" said Mr. Weasley, casting a glance at Rita Skeeter, still distraught by the meeting between Lucius and Fudge, "it's really not a good time to visit the Ministry, Harry, You and Aiwen will wait for me in the hall first, and I will go up and call them a few."

Ivan and Harry left the elevator and walked towards the golden fountain.

"No, ma'am, the minister won't let you in," Eric said, holding Rita out of the hall.

"People have a right to know the facts, Fudge..." Rita kept cursing, her clothes looking a little disheveled.

Aiwen hurried over, pulled her to a corner, and whispered about today's trial in detail.

It's mostly about Fudge's performance, and their commitment to investigate the Dementor incident.

Harry didn't follow. To be honest, he admired Ivan and Hermione for being able to deal with Rita Skeeter.

In the last semester, he had experienced how powerful this woman was.

Harry stopped by the golden fountain, took the purse out of his pocket, looked at the statue on it once more, and was happier than ever before, then turned the purse upside down, and instead of counting ten Galleons, he The money in it was poured into the pool.

After more than ten minutes, Rita Skeeter, who learned the detailed process from Ivan, apparated and left in satisfaction, ready to go back and revise her report. Mr. Weasley took Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George and the other five walked down.

"I told you two not to run around, luckily you didn't get into trouble..." said Mr. Weasley.

"We went to Percy's office just now!" Fred said with a smile, walking to Ivan's side.

"It's just outside the minister's office. It's a rather large hall with luxurious furnishings. His desk is placed there, and it's full of documents written by Percy." Fred followed up and told Ivan Blinked hard.

Seeing the expressions of the two of them, Ai Wen replied that they must have left some prank products near Percy's desk.

"What is it?" Ivan asked directly.

"Our new product, the Portable Swamp!" said Fred, lowering his voice.

"We're all camouflaged, under the chair, and he'll be surprised when he finds out," George went on.

There, Harry recounted the results of the trial to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.

"Congratulations, Harry!" said Ginny, looking flushed at Harry.

"I knew it all along!" Ron punched the air, "You can always get away with it!"

"They're going to acquit you, it's pretty obvious, I've analyzed it in the paper." Hermione looked so nervous that she was about to faint, she was covering her eyes with a trembling hand, " There is no reason to convict you, not at all."

"Yeah, although you all knew that I will be fine, everyone seems to be relieved." Harry said with a smile, "The inquiry about Ivan is also over, and Fudge has completely failed..."

They walked in the empty golden hall, everyone had smiles on their faces.

In order to celebrate Ivan and Harry's appeal and their successful revenge on Percy, Fred and George began to dance a kind of war dance.

Soon, Ginny joined in, and Hermione danced a few times, but couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

"They're all right, they're all right, they're all right!" the three sang over and over again.

"Enough, be quiet!" Mr. Weasley shouted hastily, "You guys are serious, this is the Ministry of Magic."

Even so, he still had a smile on his face.

When they returned to No. 12, Isolation Square, when Mrs. Weasley heard the news, she first hugged Harry, then Ivan, and wiped away her tears with her apron, also dying of joy.

"Well, you guys sit down to lunch, especially you, Harry, who barely had breakfast."

Several people sat down at the dining table, still digesting the good news.

"The detailed report on the trial will be published tomorrow. If Rita is fast enough, I think I can get her report in the afternoon." Ivan said, "You probably can't imagine Fudge's expression at that time."

"It's funny indeed," said Harry, the dizzying sense of relief that had been dampened a little by his encounter with Lucius Malfoy revived again.

He recalled Fudge's performance at that time, and it was really funny.

"I said long ago that as long as Dumbledore came forward to support you, they would not be able to convict you. It goes without saying." Ron said happily, while dividing large chunks of mashed potatoes into everyone's plate.

"Yeah, he sorted it out for me," said Harry, who felt that it would look reckless if he said now, "I wish he had said something to me, even looked at me." Not to mention how childish it is.

But he really hoped that Dumbledore could say a few words to him, and then he remembered what Ivan had told him before.

Thinking of this, the scar on Harry's forehead suddenly felt a sharp pain, and he quickly reached out to cover it.

He's been in touch with Occlumency lately, but to no avail.

Ivan has already told Harry everything he knows. He himself is not very proficient in this complicated magic technique, and he can only barely master it.

Facing Harry's current situation, the help he could provide was already very limited.

Perhaps, Snape should teach him, Snape's Occlumency has almost become an instinct of the body. In the past ten years, he has tightly closed and protected his consciousness. Even if no one wanted to know what he was thinking, he still did not relax and never stopped this magic.

Ivan noticed Harry's abnormality. Does this mean that Voldemort also knew the result of the trial and was losing his temper.

Or, he knew something from Lucius...

The matter of turning against Malfoy will not be so fast, and Voldemort may not know that three of his Horcruxes have been destroyed.

The more souls split, the weaker the connection between souls becomes.

But continue to destroy, Voldemort will know sooner or later, which is why Ivan did not find out and destroy all Horcruxes in one go.

At the same time, this also means that Malfoy will be unlucky sooner or later.

The pain from Harry's scar came and went so quickly that no one else noticed.

At this moment, they were all serving the food, while rejoicing that Harry and Ivan had escaped.

Fred and Jocha were still singing, and Hermione and Ginny were muttering something under their breath.

"I guess Dumbledore will definitely come tonight, you know, and celebrate with us." Ron said happily.