Chapter 447 Supreme Court, 2 consecutive 3 interruptions
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Jing Shen Tian Si
The two walked through a long corridor, passed through a door and went down to the tenth floor.
This floor is full of courtrooms. After passing the first courtroom to the ninth courtroom, they saw a black door, behind which is the tenth courtroom.
Cornelius Fudge and Lucius Malfoy were also here, they were talking about something, and they stopped the conversation tacitly after seeing the two appeared.
"Welcome." Fudge changed his smiling face instantly, "I didn't expect Aaron that you would be interested in Harry Potter's public trial."
"No, it has nothing to do with Harry Potter." Aaron said solemnly, "The reason why I came here was purely on a whim, and I wanted to see the trial scene in the wizarding world."
Fudge's expression froze, and he looked at Aaron suspiciously, "As far as I know, your relationship with Harry Potter..."
"We are just ordinary friends." Aaron interrupted, "So Mr. Minister doesn't have to worry that I will speak for him, and I also believe that the Ministry of Magic will be fair and just.
But I have a little doubt, I hope Minister Fudge can clear it up for me. "
"What is it?"
"Even if an underage wizard really used magic outside the school, there is no need to organize the Wizengamot to have a trial!" Aaron's face was full of confusion, "This is the highest court in the wizarding world , It’s a bit of a big deal to use it to judge a minor.”
"Ah this..."
Fudge was a little speechless for a while, so it can't be said that he deliberately made things difficult for Harry Potter!
It stands to reason that if such a small matter is dealt with more simply, he can be acquitted by calling a special department to ask a few questions, but he used the power of the minister to raise the scale to the standard for trialing Death Eaters, just to make this matter a reality. The matter is infinitely magnified, it is best to expel Harry Potter from the wizarding world, so that the rumors about Voldemort's return can be effectively curbed.
"Because of Harry Potter's particularity." Lucius Malfoy said suddenly, giving Fudge a step down, "Harry Potter is, after all, the well-known savior in the wizarding world, so of course we can't treat him like that." Same as everyone else."
"Yes, that's it," said Fudge hastily.
"I see." Aaron nodded, then looked at Lucius, "Uncle Lucius, are you also here to listen?"
"No, I just have some private matters to chat with Minister Fudge." Lucius said calmly, as if the death eaters besieging Aaron two months ago was completely non-existent.
Aaron showed a meaningful smile, convinced in his heart that Lucius Malfoy must have done a lot in the trial against Harry Potter.
"Then let's go in first, and say hello to Draco for me."
Fudge opened the door and entered the courtroom first, followed by Aaron and Jins, and sat in the empty auditorium very consciously.
Fifty wizards in fuchsia robes sat on the stepped seats directly in front of them, and they looked at the two brought by Fudge without knowing why.
"Let me introduce to you, these two..."
"Mr. Jinns." Several surprised voices came from the trial seat, "Why did you come here?"
"Come and bring the heir of the Gaius family to see the world." Jins smiled and pointed to Aaron who was sitting next to him, and introduced: "My young master is a student of Hogwarts, and the objects you are going to judge Harry Potter is the same class.
Of course, you don't have to have any psychological burden, just be fair and just according to your own ideas. "
The voice fell, and the trial seat was in an uproar.
A small number of people who knew the identities of Jinns and Aaron looked solemn, feeling that the trial later must be done with due diligence, while those who did not know their identities looked displeased, thinking that these two were a bit domineering.
But after all, it was brought by the Minister of Magic, so they couldn't say anything.
"It seems that I don't need to introduce it." Fudge smiled awkwardly and politely at the two, and then walked to his place, in the middle of the trial seat.
On his left and right sat a witch, the Director of Magical Law Enforcement and the Deputy Minister of Magic, and Ron's brother, Percy Weasley, was in charge of the records.
"Uncle Jins, some of the judges seem to know you!" Aaron looked at him playfully, "Why don't you explain?"
"It's nothing, I just helped them a little before."
"Little busy?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, the words 'I don't believe it' seemed to be written on his face.
"It's just a little effort." Jinns said indifferently, "Three of them are Aurors, and I happened to save their lives.
One is my wife's senior sister, but she has a family hereditary disease, and St. Mungo's Magic Hospital can't do anything. It was the patriarch who asked me to send Lord Lante's elixir to her.
There is another official whose official career is full of ups and downs. I pointed out a clear path for him, otherwise he would not have the opportunity to sit here. "
Aaron blinked blankly, speechless in his heart.
Good guy, really good guy.
Five of the fifty judges owed favors to Gaius. Although the proportion only accounted for [-]%, the result of the trial with Wesson Moore was voted on, and sometimes the difference was often the crucial vote.
Crunch!
The door of the courtroom opened again, and Harry Potter walked in with a serious expression on his face.
"Good morning, Harry."
"Aaron, Mr. Jeans, why are you here?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Come and listen!" Aaron said naturally, "It's interesting to think about the trial of the savior."
"Listening?"
Harry looked at the auditorium where there were only two people, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you're here to listen, but it looks like you're here to watch the fun.
However, there were two acquaintances here, and his mood was a little more relaxed. You must know that Mr. Weasley could only send him to the door, and he was somewhat frightened to face the malicious Fuguitar alone.
"quiet!"
Fudge tapped the gavel, looked at Harry Potter and said, "You're five minutes late."
"I don't know the time has changed. It should have been nine o'clock in the morning."
"It wasn't the Wizengamot's fault, we sent you an owl this morning.
But forget it, sit down! "
Harry gritted his teeth in resentment, feeling that Fudge was deliberately targeting him.
Temporarily changing the time and place, he can do such a shameless thing.
Fortunately, Mr. Weasley took him to leave early. If it was more than ten, twenty or ten minutes at night, these judges would never have a good impression of him.
"The defendant is here, we can start." Fudge asked Percy, who was sitting in the front row, "Are you ready?"
"Ready, sir."
"Very good." Fudge said with satisfaction, "Then I declare..."
In the middle of speaking, Fudge's face had a few more black lines, because Aaron in the auditorium was raising his right hand high.
In the auditorium where there were only two people, his action was so conspicuous that he couldn't even pretend he didn't see it.
"Does Mr. Gaius have any questions?"
"I'm very sorry to bother everyone, but in my impression the defendant must always have a defender!"
"But Harry Potter was the only one who came, and his defender was not present." Fudge said with some pride, "This is regarded as having no defender."
"Maybe he doesn't know that the Ministry of Magic has temporarily changed the time." Harry said weakly, "If possible, I suggest waiting for a while until my defender arrives."
"Hehe!" A sneer flashed in Fudge's eyes, "This is the Wizengamot, we each have our own things to do, I'm afraid we don't have that much time.
Also, Harry Potter, if you think stalling will prolong your trial, you're dead wrong. "
"I don't think so." Dumbledore walked in with great strides. He stood behind Harry and looked at the judges with dignity, "I am the defender of the defense, Albus Percival Wool Frick Brian Dumbledore."
The appearance of Dumbledore made the atmosphere in the court room lively, and the fifty judges all began to whisper to each other, with different reactions.
Although the "Daily Prophet" damaged the highly respected White Demon King badly, they all knew Dumbledore's energy and would not despise him because of the so-called public opinion.
"Thank you, Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore smiled gently, "Although I don't know why you are here, the time you have won is very precious to Harry."
Aaron: …
The old guy must have misunderstood something.
Or he did it on purpose, which might make others think that he came to help Harry Potter.
"You..." Fudge was startled and frightened, and said with an unnatural expression: "So you have received a notice from us to change the time and place of the interrogation?"
"I don't seem to have received it, but... I made a lucky mistake and got to the Ministry three hours early."
"Okay! If you need a chair..."
"Don't bother you." Dumbledore pulled out his wand, shook it slightly, and sat down in a soft armchair beside Harry.
Fudge smiled far-fetchedly, and then tapped the gavel, "August [-]th disciplinary hearing, hearing the case of Harry James Potter, who lives at No. [-] Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey .
Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic, Amelia Susan Burns, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary.
Interrogation Recorder: Percy Ignatius Weasley.
Witness for the defense: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. "
"The charges against the defendant in this case are as follows. The defendant deliberately and fully aware of the illegality of his actions applied a Patronus Charm, and in the presence of a Muggle." Fudge looked directly at Harry. With sharp eyes, he asked seriously, "Do you deny that you cast the Patronus Charm?"
"No denial, but..."
Fudge didn't give him a chance to speak, and interrupted, "You know you're banned from using magic outside of school until you're 17."
"Yes, that's right, but..."
"Guys of the Wizengamot..." Fudge said, cutting off abruptly, as Aaron raised his right hand again.
"Does Mr. Gaius have any questions?" Fudge asked with suppressed anger. He now seriously suspects that Aaron is standing for his friend, otherwise he would not interrupt him one after another.
"I'm very sorry to interrupt again." Aaron said solemnly, "We all know that the Wizengamot is the highest court in the magic world, but even if you are interrogating a Death Eater, you should give the other party the right to speak!
If the defendant doesn't even have a chance to speak, then the hearing will lose its meaning, and you can just pronounce the sentence directly. "
Fudge's expression froze, his face twitched slightly, but he was speechless.
He's the Minister of Magic, yes, but it's not easy to abuse his power in front of so many senior Ministry officials and other famous wizards.
"Of course the defendant can speak," said Amelia, who sat to Fudge's left.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "I used the Patronus Charm because I met a dementor."
"Dementor?" Amelia frowned slightly, with a bit of astonishment on her expression, "In Little Whinging District?"
"Yes." Harry nodded.
"What a clever excuse!" sneered Fudge, "Muggles can't see dementors, can't they, boy?
You are so clever. "
"I'm not lying, there are two of them," Harry said hastily. "If I don't cast the Patronus Charm in time, the dementors will kill us."
"Enough." Fudge waved his hand. "I think this must be a carefully fabricated story. You can't provide any witnesses to this incident."
"I, I have witnesses." Harry hesitated.
Fudge froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "Dudley Dursley doesn't count."
"not him."
"Dumbledore doesn't count either," said Fudge emphatically. "I'm sure he wasn't in Little Whinging at the time."
"It's not Professor Dumbledore either." Harry said angrily, and then looked at Dumbledore nervously, "Professor, Mrs. Figg..."
Dumbledore gave him a reassuring look, "Minister, we do have a witness, and she's right outside the door."
Fudge's face turned livid instantly, "Weasley, you go."
Percy immediately stood up and ran out quickly.
Half a minute later, he came back, followed by a nervous old lady.
Dumbledore gave her the seat and made a new chair himself.
"Name?" Fudge asked impatiently.
"Arabella Figg." It was the first time Mrs. Figg had seen such a big scene, and her tone was a little trembling, "I am a resident of Little Whinging, and a neighbor of Harry Potter."
"But in our records, apart from Harry Potter, there are no other wizards in Little Whinging District." Amelia said, "And ordinary people cannot see dementors."
"Yes." Fudge regained his spirits immediately, and said excitedly, "I have long said that they are talking nonsense."
"I'm a Squib." Mrs. Fig said angrily, "Squibs won't be registered, but they can see things that ordinary people can't see."
Aaron opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at Dumbledore in a strange way, as if he understood something.
Letting a Squib be a neighbor to Harry Potter is equivalent to putting him under his nose for surveillance. I am afraid that Harry Potter's every move has been closely watched.
More importantly, the Squib neighbor is equivalent to a legal black household, and no one will suspect a wizard without a wand and no magic.
Tsk!How about saying that Dumbledore is the White Devil who has experienced two wizard wars?
This position is so high that ordinary people really can't figure it out.
This floor is full of courtrooms. After passing the first courtroom to the ninth courtroom, they saw a black door, behind which is the tenth courtroom.
Cornelius Fudge and Lucius Malfoy were also here, they were talking about something, and they stopped the conversation tacitly after seeing the two appeared.
"Welcome." Fudge changed his smiling face instantly, "I didn't expect Aaron that you would be interested in Harry Potter's public trial."
"No, it has nothing to do with Harry Potter." Aaron said solemnly, "The reason why I came here was purely on a whim, and I wanted to see the trial scene in the wizarding world."
Fudge's expression froze, and he looked at Aaron suspiciously, "As far as I know, your relationship with Harry Potter..."
"We are just ordinary friends." Aaron interrupted, "So Mr. Minister doesn't have to worry that I will speak for him, and I also believe that the Ministry of Magic will be fair and just.
But I have a little doubt, I hope Minister Fudge can clear it up for me. "
"What is it?"
"Even if an underage wizard really used magic outside the school, there is no need to organize the Wizengamot to have a trial!" Aaron's face was full of confusion, "This is the highest court in the wizarding world , It’s a bit of a big deal to use it to judge a minor.”
"Ah this..."
Fudge was a little speechless for a while, so it can't be said that he deliberately made things difficult for Harry Potter!
It stands to reason that if such a small matter is dealt with more simply, he can be acquitted by calling a special department to ask a few questions, but he used the power of the minister to raise the scale to the standard for trialing Death Eaters, just to make this matter a reality. The matter is infinitely magnified, it is best to expel Harry Potter from the wizarding world, so that the rumors about Voldemort's return can be effectively curbed.
"Because of Harry Potter's particularity." Lucius Malfoy said suddenly, giving Fudge a step down, "Harry Potter is, after all, the well-known savior in the wizarding world, so of course we can't treat him like that." Same as everyone else."
"Yes, that's it," said Fudge hastily.
"I see." Aaron nodded, then looked at Lucius, "Uncle Lucius, are you also here to listen?"
"No, I just have some private matters to chat with Minister Fudge." Lucius said calmly, as if the death eaters besieging Aaron two months ago was completely non-existent.
Aaron showed a meaningful smile, convinced in his heart that Lucius Malfoy must have done a lot in the trial against Harry Potter.
"Then let's go in first, and say hello to Draco for me."
Fudge opened the door and entered the courtroom first, followed by Aaron and Jins, and sat in the empty auditorium very consciously.
Fifty wizards in fuchsia robes sat on the stepped seats directly in front of them, and they looked at the two brought by Fudge without knowing why.
"Let me introduce to you, these two..."
"Mr. Jinns." Several surprised voices came from the trial seat, "Why did you come here?"
"Come and bring the heir of the Gaius family to see the world." Jins smiled and pointed to Aaron who was sitting next to him, and introduced: "My young master is a student of Hogwarts, and the objects you are going to judge Harry Potter is the same class.
Of course, you don't have to have any psychological burden, just be fair and just according to your own ideas. "
The voice fell, and the trial seat was in an uproar.
A small number of people who knew the identities of Jinns and Aaron looked solemn, feeling that the trial later must be done with due diligence, while those who did not know their identities looked displeased, thinking that these two were a bit domineering.
But after all, it was brought by the Minister of Magic, so they couldn't say anything.
"It seems that I don't need to introduce it." Fudge smiled awkwardly and politely at the two, and then walked to his place, in the middle of the trial seat.
On his left and right sat a witch, the Director of Magical Law Enforcement and the Deputy Minister of Magic, and Ron's brother, Percy Weasley, was in charge of the records.
"Uncle Jins, some of the judges seem to know you!" Aaron looked at him playfully, "Why don't you explain?"
"It's nothing, I just helped them a little before."
"Little busy?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, the words 'I don't believe it' seemed to be written on his face.
"It's just a little effort." Jinns said indifferently, "Three of them are Aurors, and I happened to save their lives.
One is my wife's senior sister, but she has a family hereditary disease, and St. Mungo's Magic Hospital can't do anything. It was the patriarch who asked me to send Lord Lante's elixir to her.
There is another official whose official career is full of ups and downs. I pointed out a clear path for him, otherwise he would not have the opportunity to sit here. "
Aaron blinked blankly, speechless in his heart.
Good guy, really good guy.
Five of the fifty judges owed favors to Gaius. Although the proportion only accounted for [-]%, the result of the trial with Wesson Moore was voted on, and sometimes the difference was often the crucial vote.
Crunch!
The door of the courtroom opened again, and Harry Potter walked in with a serious expression on his face.
"Good morning, Harry."
"Aaron, Mr. Jeans, why are you here?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Come and listen!" Aaron said naturally, "It's interesting to think about the trial of the savior."
"Listening?"
Harry looked at the auditorium where there were only two people, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you're here to listen, but it looks like you're here to watch the fun.
However, there were two acquaintances here, and his mood was a little more relaxed. You must know that Mr. Weasley could only send him to the door, and he was somewhat frightened to face the malicious Fuguitar alone.
"quiet!"
Fudge tapped the gavel, looked at Harry Potter and said, "You're five minutes late."
"I don't know the time has changed. It should have been nine o'clock in the morning."
"It wasn't the Wizengamot's fault, we sent you an owl this morning.
But forget it, sit down! "
Harry gritted his teeth in resentment, feeling that Fudge was deliberately targeting him.
Temporarily changing the time and place, he can do such a shameless thing.
Fortunately, Mr. Weasley took him to leave early. If it was more than ten, twenty or ten minutes at night, these judges would never have a good impression of him.
"The defendant is here, we can start." Fudge asked Percy, who was sitting in the front row, "Are you ready?"
"Ready, sir."
"Very good." Fudge said with satisfaction, "Then I declare..."
In the middle of speaking, Fudge's face had a few more black lines, because Aaron in the auditorium was raising his right hand high.
In the auditorium where there were only two people, his action was so conspicuous that he couldn't even pretend he didn't see it.
"Does Mr. Gaius have any questions?"
"I'm very sorry to bother everyone, but in my impression the defendant must always have a defender!"
"But Harry Potter was the only one who came, and his defender was not present." Fudge said with some pride, "This is regarded as having no defender."
"Maybe he doesn't know that the Ministry of Magic has temporarily changed the time." Harry said weakly, "If possible, I suggest waiting for a while until my defender arrives."
"Hehe!" A sneer flashed in Fudge's eyes, "This is the Wizengamot, we each have our own things to do, I'm afraid we don't have that much time.
Also, Harry Potter, if you think stalling will prolong your trial, you're dead wrong. "
"I don't think so." Dumbledore walked in with great strides. He stood behind Harry and looked at the judges with dignity, "I am the defender of the defense, Albus Percival Wool Frick Brian Dumbledore."
The appearance of Dumbledore made the atmosphere in the court room lively, and the fifty judges all began to whisper to each other, with different reactions.
Although the "Daily Prophet" damaged the highly respected White Demon King badly, they all knew Dumbledore's energy and would not despise him because of the so-called public opinion.
"Thank you, Mr. Gaius." Dumbledore smiled gently, "Although I don't know why you are here, the time you have won is very precious to Harry."
Aaron: …
The old guy must have misunderstood something.
Or he did it on purpose, which might make others think that he came to help Harry Potter.
"You..." Fudge was startled and frightened, and said with an unnatural expression: "So you have received a notice from us to change the time and place of the interrogation?"
"I don't seem to have received it, but... I made a lucky mistake and got to the Ministry three hours early."
"Okay! If you need a chair..."
"Don't bother you." Dumbledore pulled out his wand, shook it slightly, and sat down in a soft armchair beside Harry.
Fudge smiled far-fetchedly, and then tapped the gavel, "August [-]th disciplinary hearing, hearing the case of Harry James Potter, who lives at No. [-] Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey .
Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic, Amelia Susan Burns, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Dolores Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary.
Interrogation Recorder: Percy Ignatius Weasley.
Witness for the defense: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. "
"The charges against the defendant in this case are as follows. The defendant deliberately and fully aware of the illegality of his actions applied a Patronus Charm, and in the presence of a Muggle." Fudge looked directly at Harry. With sharp eyes, he asked seriously, "Do you deny that you cast the Patronus Charm?"
"No denial, but..."
Fudge didn't give him a chance to speak, and interrupted, "You know you're banned from using magic outside of school until you're 17."
"Yes, that's right, but..."
"Guys of the Wizengamot..." Fudge said, cutting off abruptly, as Aaron raised his right hand again.
"Does Mr. Gaius have any questions?" Fudge asked with suppressed anger. He now seriously suspects that Aaron is standing for his friend, otherwise he would not interrupt him one after another.
"I'm very sorry to interrupt again." Aaron said solemnly, "We all know that the Wizengamot is the highest court in the magic world, but even if you are interrogating a Death Eater, you should give the other party the right to speak!
If the defendant doesn't even have a chance to speak, then the hearing will lose its meaning, and you can just pronounce the sentence directly. "
Fudge's expression froze, his face twitched slightly, but he was speechless.
He's the Minister of Magic, yes, but it's not easy to abuse his power in front of so many senior Ministry officials and other famous wizards.
"Of course the defendant can speak," said Amelia, who sat to Fudge's left.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "I used the Patronus Charm because I met a dementor."
"Dementor?" Amelia frowned slightly, with a bit of astonishment on her expression, "In Little Whinging District?"
"Yes." Harry nodded.
"What a clever excuse!" sneered Fudge, "Muggles can't see dementors, can't they, boy?
You are so clever. "
"I'm not lying, there are two of them," Harry said hastily. "If I don't cast the Patronus Charm in time, the dementors will kill us."
"Enough." Fudge waved his hand. "I think this must be a carefully fabricated story. You can't provide any witnesses to this incident."
"I, I have witnesses." Harry hesitated.
Fudge froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "Dudley Dursley doesn't count."
"not him."
"Dumbledore doesn't count either," said Fudge emphatically. "I'm sure he wasn't in Little Whinging at the time."
"It's not Professor Dumbledore either." Harry said angrily, and then looked at Dumbledore nervously, "Professor, Mrs. Figg..."
Dumbledore gave him a reassuring look, "Minister, we do have a witness, and she's right outside the door."
Fudge's face turned livid instantly, "Weasley, you go."
Percy immediately stood up and ran out quickly.
Half a minute later, he came back, followed by a nervous old lady.
Dumbledore gave her the seat and made a new chair himself.
"Name?" Fudge asked impatiently.
"Arabella Figg." It was the first time Mrs. Figg had seen such a big scene, and her tone was a little trembling, "I am a resident of Little Whinging, and a neighbor of Harry Potter."
"But in our records, apart from Harry Potter, there are no other wizards in Little Whinging District." Amelia said, "And ordinary people cannot see dementors."
"Yes." Fudge regained his spirits immediately, and said excitedly, "I have long said that they are talking nonsense."
"I'm a Squib." Mrs. Fig said angrily, "Squibs won't be registered, but they can see things that ordinary people can't see."
Aaron opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at Dumbledore in a strange way, as if he understood something.
Letting a Squib be a neighbor to Harry Potter is equivalent to putting him under his nose for surveillance. I am afraid that Harry Potter's every move has been closely watched.
More importantly, the Squib neighbor is equivalent to a legal black household, and no one will suspect a wizard without a wand and no magic.
Tsk!How about saying that Dumbledore is the White Devil who has experienced two wizard wars?
This position is so high that ordinary people really can't figure it out.
