Chapter 342 The Trial Ends

"I didn't mean it this way, but it is undeniable that Harry and his cousin were indeed attacked by dementors." Dumbledore said loudly facing the jury, "As for whether there is anyone secretly causing trouble here? , I think some people know it best.”

Dumbledore's weird words made the members of the jury look at Fudge in a bad way. They were not fools. They had already seen the situation if Fudge and Dumbledore didn't deal with it by now. And with Fudge With his character and IQ, it is not incomprehensible to do what Dumbledore said.

Facing everyone's gaze, Fudge exploded. The muscles on his red face were twitching continuously. Suddenly, he slammed the table with a loud noise, and then pointed at Dumbledore. Lido roared:

"You're panicking!"

After saying this, he turned his attention to the jury and explained:

"Every time the Ministry of Magic mobilizes Dementors to perform a mission, it will carry out strict reporting and layers of notifications. Even if I want to mobilize Dementors, I need to notify the Director of the Auror Office and the Warden of Azkaban first. . And you all know how upright Scrimgeour, the current director of the Auror Office, is. If I really sent dementors to attack Harry Potter, he would never agree."

Fudge's cannibalistic eyes fell on Harry again,

"Then there is only one final result, and that is Harry Potter. He is lying!"

Fudge's voice was decisive, and many members of the jury instinctively nodded in agreement.

"I'm not lying!" Harry clung to the handle of the chair, veins popping out on his hands, "Dementors did attack us!"

"You are still lying now! Dear members of the Wizengamot, the prisoner in front of you is a habitual criminal who is good at lying! In fact, he had lied before when he was warned by the Ministry of Magic for using magic spells during the summer vacation. Said that a house elf broke into his house and released a curse! Ha! A house elf! Inexplicably broke in..."

"Cough cough cough!"

Fudge was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted by a loud cough.

"Minister Fudge, in fact," Mike said, seeing his coughing attracting the attention of everyone present, "In fact, the house elf who broke into Harry's house and used magic to cause damage is now working for me."

"Working for you!?"

"Yes, he is now a member of the Los Santos Group and is responsible for the cleaning work of the Los Santos headquarters." Mike said, "If you need, I can ask him to testify in person."

After saying that, Mike smiled and winked at Harry, who looked at Mike gratefully.

"This...this doesn't mean anything, even if..."

"That's enough, Fudge," said Dumbledore. "In fact, we have a witness who can prove that dementors did attack Harry and his cousin."

Fudge's fat face turned even redder. He stared blankly at Dumbledore below. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm afraid we don't have time to listen to this nonsense anymore, Dumbledore, I hope this matter will be dealt with quickly..."

"I may not remember it accurately," Dumbledore's lips curled up, "but I believe that according to the Wizengamot Charter of Rights, the defendant has the right to invite witnesses to testify for him, right, Bone Ms. Si?"

"Yes! It's true." The woman wearing a monocle adjusted her glasses and said, "Then where is the witness you mentioned now?"

"I brought her here, and she's right outside the door."

"Weasley, go!"

Fudge said viciously to Percy, and then Percy immediately stood up and ran to the door as fast as possible along the stone steps.

After a while, Percy came back, and behind him was an old woman.

This old woman looked very nervous. She walked tremblingly, as if she might die here at any time.

Seeing this, Dumbledore conjured a chair for him to sit on, and then Fudge yelled and shouted:

"Name!"

"Arabella Dorian Figg, I saw a dementor attack with my own eyes that day..."

The old woman named Figg was startled by Fudge's voice, and she spoke quickly and urgently, as if she was reciting lines.

Fudge smiled when he saw this, but then he changed his face again and said viciously:

"I didn't ask you this!"

"Yes Yes!"

"We have no records of any wizards living in that area other than Harry Potter, so who exactly are you?"

Mrs. Figg was silent. After a long time, she seemed to have finally mustered up the courage. She bravely raised her head and gasped, saying in a tone that was almost sarcastic:

"I'm a squib, so you won't register my name, will you?"

"Squib, huh?" Fudge said, eyeing her suspiciously, "We'll check. (Fudge looks at the jury) By the way, can Squibs see dementors?"

Fudge's words made the jury members burst into laughter. Everyone laughed and looked at Mrs. Figg, as if they were looking at a bear performing in a circus.

"Yes, we can see..."

Mrs. Figg lowered her head, her voice murmured, and her eyes were red.

The flood of laughter in the courtroom completely destroyed the little courage she had mustered.

"What did you say? I can't hear you clearly!"

Fudge smiled and put his hands in his ears like trumpets, and his action made the laughter louder.

"She said they could see it!"

Dumbledore frowned and stared coldly at Fudge and the members of the jury.

The people he glanced at seemed to be attacked by dementors. The smiles quickly disappeared from their faces and returned to their original serious appearance.

"Uh-huh!" Fudge coughed, loosened his tie, and said as if nothing happened, "Okay, then, tell us, what exactly did you see that night?"

Ms. Figg, who originally lowered her head, now raised her head and was looking at Dumbledore with grateful eyes.

After hearing Fudge's inquiry, she quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeves, then took a deep breath and said firmly:

"That night, when I went out to buy cat food, I heard a commotion in the alley between Magnolia Crescent Street and Wisteria Road. When I walked to the entrance of the alley, I saw the dementors chasing Harrybert. And his cousin!”

"What do they look like?"

"They are very big, and they are wearing cloaks! Their cloaks are ragged, but they are also very big, so big that they cover their faces..."

As Ms. Feig's story progressed, the whispers in the courtroom began again.

Many people sitting next to Mike cast sarcastic looks at Feige off the court.

Yes, Ms. Feig gave a very detailed description of the appearance of the Dementors, but no one believed that she had actually seen the Dementors because she did not describe the nature of the Dementors at all!

That kind of clammy, emotionless, and chilling feeling, once you have been exposed to it once, you will never forget it for the rest of your life!

"Well, it's big, and he's wearing a tattered cloak." Fudge repeated Feige's words in a sinister manner, and then snorted sarcastically, "I understand, is there anything else?"

"Yes," said Feige, "but when they appeared, everything became very cold, and it was a very hot summer! Then I felt...as if all the happiness had disappeared from the world...I I remembered... terrible things..."

Feige's voice trembled and gradually became inaudible, and at the same time the whispers in the courtroom also disappeared.

"They, emm" Fudge licked his lips and said, "What did they do?"

"They rushed towards the two boys. One boy fell down, and the other backed away while trying to fight off the dementors. This was Harry. He tried twice, but unfortunately all he produced was silver smoke. . It wasn’t until the third time that he transformed into a patron saint and drove away the two dementors.”

Fudge and Bones looked at each other, then pursed their lips and said:

"Very well, you can go."

Ms. Figg looked timidly at Fudge and then at Dumbledore.

It wasn't until Dumbledore nodded that he stood up from the chair and walked out of the courtroom tremblingly.

It wasn't until the door to the trial room was slammed shut that Fudge said arrogantly:

"This witness is unconvincing!"

"Oh? I don't think so," Bones said. "Her description of the dementors was so accurate that I can't imagine why she would say that if they weren't there."

"Then the question is," Dumbledore's voice attracted everyone's attention, "Why did the dementors suddenly appear in that place?"

"I'll reiterate it again!" Fudge stood up suddenly, "There can be no spies in the Ministry of Magic!"

Bones agreed:

"Yes, sending dementors out to perform tasks requires a lot of procedures. No one can send out dementors without concealing the truth from everyone."

"Don't worry," Dumbledore smiled, "I didn't say there was a spy in the Ministry of Magic. Maybe the person who ordered the dementors to attack Harry was not from the Ministry of Magic?"

"That's impossible, no one but the Ministry of Magic can order Dementors!"

"That's not necessarily the case."

"enough!"

Seeing that the trial was about to turn into a farce, Bones stopped the argument between Dumbledore and Fudge and said to everyone:

"Let's not argue about this matter anymore! Dumbledore, the Ministry of Magic will investigate why the Dementors appeared at Privet Drive and attacked Harry! Now, let's solve another matter first, okay? ?”

Dumbledore nodded, and then Bones bowed to the jury and continued:

"Now, please raise your hands if you agree that the charges are not true."

Hearing this, almost everyone, including Mike and Mario, raised their hands.

A smile suddenly bloomed on Harry's face. He looked at Dumbledore, as if he wanted to say something to thank him, but he was too nervous to say anything.

"It seems there is no need to proceed to the next vote." Bones looked at Fudge, "What do you think?"

Fudge's head kept twisting, and his eyes swept across the faces of the jury members, as if he wanted to remember all the faces of those who raised their hands.

After a while, he finally stopped, took two deep breaths, and said intermittently in a voice that was slightly distorted by the exhaustion:

"Very good, very good...the accusation is not true!"

"Great!" Dumbledore said cheerfully, "Okay, I have to go. I wish everyone a good day."

After that, he walked out of the courtroom quickly without even looking at Harry.

"We have to go too."

Mario patted Mike's shoulder lightly and said.

"Wait a minute," Mike replied without looking back, "I think I have to comfort my friend."

Following Mike's gaze, Mario saw Harry standing in the audience in despair, nodded and said:

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the lobby."

After saying that, Uncle Mario straightened his clothes and left his seat.

As for Mike, he came to Harry's side and put his arm on his shoulder.

"Are you okay, Harry."

"Oh! It's Mike!" Harry was startled, but then said in a dull tone, "I'm fine, but..."

"Okay, let's not stay here anymore, let's talk after we go out, okay?"

With that said, Mike supported the somewhat exhausted Harry and followed the crowd towards the door.

As soon as he walked out of the door, Mike saw Sirius Black poking his head, anxiously looking for something in the crowd.

Seeing this, Mike waved his hand and said loudly:

"Blake, we're here!"

"Oh! Are you okay?" Black squeezed through the crowd roughly, came to the two of them and hugged Harry, "I saw Dumbledore just now, but he looked very anxious and didn't follow anything. I said."

"The matter is over and all charges are dismissed."

After hearing what Mike said, Blake hugged Harry and cheered.

Harry, who was being held in his arms, said nothing and just smiled very reluctantly.

How could Mike not know what Harry was thinking? He was just angry because he was ignored by Dumbledore, so he patted Harry on the shoulder again and said:

"Dumbledore might really be in an emergency, and there's no need for you to be so sad!"

"That's right! Be happy, we won a big victory! We're going to have a party to celebrate!" Blake said excitedly, slapping Harry on the back, "Mike, come with us!"

"No, I already have an appointment."

Faced with Mike's rejection, Blake didn't show too much sadness. After a few polite words, he couldn't wait to leave the Ministry of Magic with Harry.

After Mike and others left, he also came to the hall and met Uncle Mario who was already waiting there.

"Let's go, Mike." Mario took out his pocket watch and looked at it, "The time is just right, we can still make it in time for lunch."