Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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Dumbledore walked to a place parallel to Ivan and Harry, raised his head, and looked at Fudge through the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his hooked nose. His long silver-white beard and hair were illuminated by the torch sparkling.

In the next second, the members of the Wizengamot were whispering to each other, and all eyes were on Dumbledore.

Someone seemed annoyed, someone seemed a little frightened, and two elderly witches sitting in the back even waved in welcome.

Seeing Dumbledore, Aiwen knew that he didn't need to say anything today, just sit aside and watch the show.

As soon as Harry saw Dumbledore, a strong emotion rose in his heart, which made him feel at ease and full of hope, just like the feeling that the singing of Phoenix Fawkes had given him, he wanted to meet Dumbledore's eyes, But Dumbledore didn't look his way, continuing to look up at the visibly panicked Fudge.

This is the most direct confrontation between him and Fudge. It hasn't started yet, but in terms of momentum, Fudge has already lost!

Chapter 889 Hogwarts Education Quality

"Ah!" said Fudge, looking completely lost. "Dumbledore, yes, so you, uh, uh, you received our letter and knew that the time and place of the trial had changed?"

"It seems that I didn't receive it." Dumbledore said cheerfully, "However, I made a lucky mistake and came to the Ministry of Magic three hours early, so there was no hindrance."

"Yeah, well, I think we need to get another chair, I... Weasley, can you?"

"Don't bother, don't bother," Dumbledore said mildly.

He drew his wand, gave it a little flick, and a soft, burnished chintz armchair appeared out of nowhere beside Harry.

Dumbledore sat down, butting the tips of his long fingers together.

From there he looked at Fudge, with a polite, interested expression on his face.

The members of the Wizengamot were still whispering and fidgeting.

Fudge was even more terrified. Ivan's previous cross-examination had already made him lose his momentum. Now that he saw Dumbledore appearing, he became even more panicked, not at all what the Minister of Magic should be.

"Yes," said Fudge, shuffling the papers in front of him. "Well, then, it's, uh, allegations, yes."

He pulled out a piece of parchment from a pile of documents, took a deep breath, and read aloud, "The defendant is charged with the following crimes: The defendant has previously received a written warning from the Ministry of Magic for similar charges, and this time he is fully aware of his actions. It is illegal to intentionally and knowingly cast an Invocation Charm in front of a Muggle at 8:2 p.m. on August 23nd in two Muggle residential areas, which violates the Paragraph 13 of the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act 4 and Section [-] of the International Confederation of Magicians' Secrecy Act No. [-]. So you are a privet living in Little Whinging, Surrey Harry James Potter at Number Four Road?"

Fudge asked, glaring at Harry from above the parchment, trying to calm himself down.

"Yes," Harry replied.

"You were formally warned by the Ministry of Magic three years ago for using magic illegally, didn't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"And you magically conjured a Patronus on the night of August 8nd?" said Fudge.

"Yes!" said Harry, "but..."

"You know you're under 17 and you're not allowed to use magic outside of school?"

"Yes, but..."

"Knowing that you were in a place full of Muggles?"

"Yes, but..."

"You were fully aware that there was a Muggle nearby?"

"Yes," said Harry annoyed, and Fudge kept holding him back, "but I only use magic because we..."

Ms. Burns interrupted him in a loud, deep voice, "You conjured up a full-fledged Patronus?"

"Yes," said Harry, "because..."

"A physical patron saint?"

"Yes." Harry felt irritable and a little desperate, "Ivan taught me that it was a stag, and it was a stag every time."

"Every time? Have you transformed into a Patronus before?" Ms. Burns asked in a loud voice, then shifted her gaze to Ivan, "Mr. Mason next to you can also transform into a Patronus?"

"Yes, I have been doing this for more than a year." Harry said, "Ivan has mastered it before me, he..."

"Are you 15 years old now?" Ms. Burns paused, "Mr. Mason is one year younger than you?"

"Yes, is us……"

"You learned it in school?"

"Yes, I learned it in third year, and practiced it for a long time," said Harry.

Every time he said a sentence, the whispering discussion above became louder.

The members of the Wizengamot were amazed that they were able to summon a complete physical Patronus. This magic is not very high.

"It's remarkable," said Ms. Burns, watching them from above. "It's truly remarkable that you can conjure a real Patronus at your age!"

"In fact, there are already many students in Hogwarts who can summon their own physical patron saints. This is not something to be surprised about." Ivan said, "Speaking of it, it is thanks to Mr. Minister's arrangement of dementors. To protect the school, we can find such a good practice object and have the opportunity to master this spell."

"I remembered, it was indeed mentioned in the incident about you capturing Peter Pettigrew. Many people saw two complete patron saints appear and drive away hundreds of dementors..." Ms. Burns nodded.

The two Patronuses were a stag and a doe, Harry had summoned the stag, but he didn't know who had summoned the doe.

None of this person appeared afterwards, and Harry suspected for a moment that it might be his mother.

"My niece also told me about this. She came back from school and told me that she could summon a physical patron saint." A witch in the back row said, "To be honest, I was really surprised."

The wizard above started whispering again, and it seemed that they discovered that many of their children had learned the Patronus Charm.

"It's amazing, it's really amazing, Hogwarts education is better than I thought." Ms. Burns said, "Dumbledore, I must sincerely admire you for enabling so many young wizards to learn the Patronus Curse is not an easy thing?"

"Thank you for your compliment, Amelia!" Dumbledore said gently, "But these are learned by the students spontaneously. As Aiwen said, if I need to thank you, I think Mr. Minister has contributed a lot to this .”

Fudge's face had turned purple, which was a great humiliation and irony to him.

Little wizards learn the Patronus Charm because he sent dementors to serve as guards at Hogwarts.

If the outside world knew this, what would people say?

Because of his incompetence, the little wizards had to protect themselves spontaneously...

As it turned out, his decision to send the Dementors to Hogwarts was stupid.

"I think the education situation at Hogwarts has exceeded expectations, and there are no problems that we were worried about before." Ms. Burns said, "In this case, sending to Hogwarts..."

"That's enough, it's not a question of how great magic is, nor is it a question of teaching reform at Hogwarts." Fudge said in an annoyed voice, "Now it's a trial, and in fact I think the more great the worse because the kid did it in front of a Muggle!"

A number of wizards murmured their agreement, and Percy nodded in mock decency.

Instantly exasperated, Harry exclaimed, "I did that because of the dementors!"

No one had time to interrupt him again, he thought that people would whisper to each other again, but he didn't expect that there was no sound in the surroundings, it seemed even more solemn than before.

Chapter 890 Squibs

Ivan reported this incident in detail in the "Hogwarts Magic News", and he believed that everyone present had read that report.

But judging from their expressions now, they probably don't believe it.

Even Ms. Burns, who had been siding with them, had her bushy eyebrows raised high and her monocle seemed about to slip.

In the early days of Voldemort's power, the Bones family was one of the most powerful pure-blood wizard families at that time.

They, like the Weasleys, were willing to believe in Dumbledore rather than Voldemort.

Amelia Bones' elder brother Edgar Bones was also one of the founders of the Order of the Phoenix, and he was a very good wizard.

Because of the influence of the Burns family, Voldemort personally killed Edgar's family, leaving only Amelia who escaped by chance.

Voldemort used this to let the wizarding world know his horror and succumbed to his power.

Ms. Burns was never married, and only one branch of the once prominent Burns family remained intact. Her niece, Susan Burns, was a classmate of Irving and Harry. She was in the same grade as Harry. , a student of Hufflepuff House.

This is a rosy-cheeked girl with long golden braids, slightly nervous, and not bad.

"Dementors?" Ms. Burns murmured.

"Yes, two dementors appeared in the alley, and they came straight towards me and my cousin!"

"Ah!" Fudge spoke again, with a nasty sneer in his mouth, looking at the Wizengamot members around, as if hoping that they would understand the joke, "Yeah, yeah, I just Knowing that we're going to hear nonsense like that, I'm not surprised at all, this time it's the dementors attacking you!"

"The dementors are in Little Whinging?" Ms. Burns said, with 12 surprises in her tone.

"Ms. Burns, you should have read the report in the newspaper." Ivan said.

"Yes, I did, but I don't understand..."

"Don't you understand, Amelia?" said Fudge, still sneering. "Let me explain, these two children have taken great pains to find that dementors make a wonderful excuse, brilliant indeed, Isn't it? Muggles can't see dementors, can't they? Very ingenious, very ingenious, so there are no witnesses, only your side of the story? Then you find a reporter who is good at making up lies and publish this in the ridiculous In the newspaper, the entire magic world panicked, to prove your greatness, a 15-year-old wizard can defeat two dementors, how amazing it is!"

Judging by his expression, he seems to think that this is the whole truth.

"I'm not lying!" Harry said loudly, his voice drowning out the whispers that sounded again from the trial seat, "There are two, one from each end of the alley, and everything is getting so dark and cold, I express Brother touched them, desperately trying to escape..."

"Enough, enough!" said Fudge, with a very haughty look on his face, "I'm sorry I interrupted him, I'm sure this is a well-rehearsed lie, and we shouldn't be hearing this The kids make it up."

Just then, Dumbledore cleared his throat, and the Wizengamot fell silent again.

"Actually, we have a witness who can prove that a dementor did appear in that alley!" he said quietly, "except for Harry's cousin Dudley Dursley, I mean."

Fudge's fat face seemed to relax suddenly, as if someone had let the air out of it.

"Do you have any witnesses?"

"Yes!" said Dumbledore, smiling.

"How could there be witnesses? This incident was purely fabricated by these two children..." He murmured, staring blankly at Dumbledore below, and after a while, he seemed to regain his composure , "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 exactly!" said Dumbledore pleasantly, "but I believe that under the Wizengamot Charter of Rights the accused has the right to have witnesses testify against him, do they not? Isn't that the Department of Magical Law Enforcement? policy?"

"That's right," said Ms. Burns. "Indeed."

"Oh, good, good, where is this man?" said Fudge grimly. "How long will it take us to see him."

"I brought her," said Dumbledore. "She's just outside the door. Did I..."

"No, no, Weasley, you go!" Fudge said roughly to Percy.

Percy stood up immediately and ran down the stone steps from the bench.

He hurried past Dumbledore, Alvin and Harry without even looking at them.

Immediately, there was a noise outside the door, and Ivan was sure that he heard Rita Skeeter's voice.

Under her questioning, Percy didn't dare to say a word.

Fudge was panting heavily, staring at them impatiently as the chatter grew louder.

Judging from the current situation, today's trial has become a complete joke.

Now it takes a reporter to embellish this and then he's screwed, which is great!

He gave Ivan a hard look, turned around and whispered to Umbridge next to him.

It was a long time before Percy came back, followed by Mrs. Figg.

She looked frightened, and looked even weirder than usual.

Dumbledore stood up, gave the chair to Mrs Figg, and conjured another for himself.

"Full name?" asked Fudge aloud, just as Mrs. Figg sat down timidly on the edge of the chair.

"Arabella Dorian Figg," said Mrs. Figg in a trembling voice.

"Who the hell are you?" Fudge asked in an impatient, haughty voice.

"I'm a resident of Little Whinging, right next to Harry Potter's house," said Mrs. Figg.

"On our records, there are no wizards living in Little Whinging except for Mr. Potter," Ms. Burns said immediately. "That area has been closely watched because, um, because of something that happened before. "

"I'm a Squib," said Mrs. Figg, "so you won't register my name, will you?"

"Squib, huh?" Fudge eyed her suspiciously. "We'll check and you tell my assistant Weasley about your parents later. By the way, can a Squib see a dementor?"

He added, looking left and right at the people on the bench.

"Yes, we can!" said Mrs. Figg angrily.

Fudge looked up at her again, raising his eyebrows.

Squibs are a very special group in the wizarding world. They refer to people who come from wizarding families but cannot learn magic, which is the opposite of Muggle-born wizards.

Their identities are very embarrassing, and most of them have spent their lives in mediocrity and poverty.

Come to think of it, because of his parents' family, the Squib has some knowledge of magic, but he doesn't have the opportunity to participate.

How sad it was that they were neither part of the wizarding world nor the Muggle world.