Chapter 177 Backstage Arrival
Cornelius Fudge was a little dizzy after hearing Carl's words. He looked at the young man in the audience with some disbelief.
He couldn't say a word for half a day, but fortunately, old Claude was "loyal" and refuted it for him.
"Watch your words Mr. Hohenzollern, this is the Wizengamot, the Muggle world's equivalent of a court."
"You openly swore in parliament. Just for this, you could be sentenced to six months in prison."
"At the same time, I have to suspect that your purpose in saying this is to change the subject, especially the case being heard in Parliament today."
"It's about your use of the Unforgivable Curses, not about the Ministry of Magic's failures in its trial."
"At the same time, I would like to remind you that if you really want to sue the Ministry of Magic, you must submit an application to the Supreme Council of the Wizengamot at least 48 hours in advance."
This statement was well-reasoned and the atmosphere in the room temporarily turned to the Ministry of Magic's side, which temporarily curbed Carl's aura.
Cornelius Fudge felt warm at heart after hearing this, and when he looked at old Crouch, there was a look of gratitude and even a hint of apology in his eyes.
Umbridge didn't think so. As the minister's chief secretary, this toad was still very sensitive about some issues.
She immediately heard several problems in old Crouch's words. First of all, the other party did not directly deny it.
Mr. Hohenzollern, in accusing the British Ministry of Magic of its legality, was simply pointing out procedural problems on the other side.
Secondly, if this guy really wants to help his side, he should bite him to death and use the Unforgivable skill.
They have repeatedly stressed the serious consequences, or have gone beyond their authority and directly asked the presidium to give the trial results.
Instead of just brushing it off with a few words, give the other person a chance to catch their breath.
So she quickly looked at Cornelius Fudge and said.
"Minister, I think there is no point in arguing any further. This trial should not be delayed any longer."
"Since the other party has admitted to using the Unforgivable Curse, then we should hand this fact over to the presidium for trial."
"Any further delay may be disadvantageous to us."
"I know, but just."
Cornelius Fudge looked around the corners of the courtroom with lingering fear. It turned out to be around this hall.
More than a dozen reporters were holding cameras and filming everything that was happening in the hall.
The strange devices in these people's hands were also invented by Mr. Hohenzollern who is currently on trial.
He called it a camera, which could use magic to transmit what was filmed in real time to a terminal called "TV" through a converter.
In order to achieve the effect of live broadcast, Cornelius Fudge wanted to use this new gadget to show off in front of the wizards in the British magical world.
As a result, not only did he not get to show his face, but he actually lost face and put himself in a difficult position.
Carl looked at Cornelius Fudge, whose face was as bitter as a melon, and just found it funny. He knew the reason why the other party fell into the trap he designed so easily.
Or it was because the other party simply didn't think highly of him, no matter how much changes he had brought to the British wizarding world in this year.
But in the eyes of these high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, he was just like those talented wizards who suddenly emerged.
You can become rich, but it doesn't change anything. The money you earn should be distributed to them honestly.
If you don't give it, they will seize the opportunity like what is happening now, blackmail you severely or even put you in jail.
It was just like what he had experienced in the United States, even though he was the youngest billionaire in the United States after all.
But in the eyes of the master of "The Stars and Stripes" in Washington, he was just a nouveau riche who had suddenly risen.
It’s no big deal, as long as they use a little tricks and finish a bowl of noodles one day.
And if they charge me for two bowls of noodles, I will obediently surrender to them.
But these people have forgotten that this was before they became rich in the United States or before they came to the magical world.
What did I do before? As a kid who grew up in New York, I appear to be a capitalist.
But his essence is that of a gangster and a hooligan, or perhaps the two identities are just the same person in two sets of clothes.
If they dare to charge me for “two bowls of noodles”, I will let these guys see what true shamelessness is.
So Carl ignored old Crouch and continued.
"Mr. Barty Crouch, what you just said to me is nothing but fart to my ears."
"Since I proposed this idea, I must have been prepared. I proposed it three days ago."
"Two complaints have been filed with the Wizengamot Council Presidium, one of which is what I just mentioned."
"The other is based on the provisions of the Wizarding Convention of the British Wizarding World. If any British wizard is found to have violated the discipline of the British Ministry of Magic."
"With the support of more than ten people, you can submit an application for investigation to the Wizengamot Council. Here is my complaint."
"The person being accused is also very simple. His name is Cornelius Fudge, the current Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom!!"
"What? Accuse Mr. Fudge!!"
"How dare he, what does he want to do?"
"This has never happened in a century!!"
As soon as Carl finished speaking, the entire parliament hall immediately became noisy, including the group of Ministry of Magic officials who were listening.
They began to whisper to each other, and the surprise in their words filled the entire venue.
Cornelius Fudge was completely stunned. He was getting nervous and cold sweat was pouring out of his forehead.
Old Crouch remained calm, and continued to ask questions like a robot.
"Suing the Minister of Magic is no ordinary case. As far as I know, the Presidency has never received your two complaints."
"Mr. Hohenzollern, you are now not only suspected of using the Unforgivable Curse, but also of slandering officials of the Ministry of Magic."
"Please stop this behavior immediately and don't..."
Old Crouch stopped talking halfway through his words, and at the same time, the conference hall, which had just been extremely noisy, became noisy.
It was dead silent at the moment, and almost everyone's eyes were fixed on the entrance of the parliament hall.
An old figure appeared there, walking slowly into the venue, and someone shouted loudly behind him.
"Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, First Class Order of Merlin, and Headmaster of Hogwarts."
"His Excellency Albus Dumbledore enters!!!"
Cornelius Fudge looked at the old, slender figure and the blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon glasses.
His whole body felt like it had fallen into an ice cave, and his brain began to urgently recall everything that had happened in the past few days.
Suddenly I felt that both myself and everyone present were like puppets, performing a drama according to a script.
And the manipulator behind the scenes, could it be Dumbledore? That's not right.
He thought about it carefully again, withdrew his gaze from Dumbledore, and looked at the blond boy in the audience again.
He saw that the other person was also looking up at him, without saying anything, but his lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something.
"My backstage has arrived."
