Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Please see Chapter 8: Trial, starting with the appearance of Dumbledore. The original text is as follows:

"Defense witness: Albus percival Woolf Rick Brian Dumbledore." A calm voice said behind Harry. Harry turned his head suddenly and almost sprained his neck.

Dumbledore strode leisurely, wearing a black and blue robe and a very peaceful expression on his face. He walked to the place parallel to Harry, raised his head and looked at Fudge through the half-moon glasses on the bridge of aquiline nose. His long silvery white beard and hair sparkled under the torch.

Members of Wesson Gamal are whispering to each other. All eyes were on Dumbledore. Some people looked annoyed, others seemed a little scared, and two old witches sitting in the back row waved their welcome.

-97 ? As soon as Harry saw Dumbledore, a strong emotion rose in his heart, which made him feel down-to-earth and full of hope, just like Fox's singing had brought him the same feeling. He wanted to see Dumbledore, but Dumbledore didn't look at him, but continued to look at Fudge, who was obviously panicked.

"Ah," said Fudge, looking completely lost, "Dumbledore. Yes, so, you-um-um-you received our letter-do you know that the time and place of the trial have changed? " "It seems that the police didn't receive it," said Dumbledore cheerfully. "However, I made a lucky mistake and arrived at the Ministry of Magic three hours early, so I didn't get in the way." "yes. Ok-I think we need another chair-I-Weasley, can you-?"

"Don't bother, don't bother." Dumbledore said gently. He pulled out his wand and shook it gently. A soft and polished printed cotton armchair appeared beside Harry out of thin air. Dumbledore sat down, his long fingers butted together, his eyes looked at Fudge from above, and the expression on his face was polite and interesting! . The members of Wesson Gamo are still whispering and fidgeting. Later, when Lucky spoke again, they were quiet. "Yes," said Fudge, moving the file in front of him. "All right, then. Now? Accusation. Yes. " He pulled out a piece of parchment from a pile of documents, took a deep breath and read aloud: "Accuse the defendant of the following crimes." The defendant had been warned in writing by the Ministry of Magic for similar crimes before, but this time, knowing that his behavior was illegal, he deliberately and knowingly cast a protective spell of summoning gods in front of a Muggle in two Muggle residential areas at 9: 23 pm on August 2. This behavior violates the third paragraph of the Law on Reasonable Restraint of Young Wizards promulgated by 1875 and Article 13 of the Law on Secrecy of the International Federation of Wizards. "Are you Harry james potter who lives at No.4 Privet Drive, Little Huijin District, Surrey?" Fudge asked, staring at Harry from above the parchment.

"yes." Harry replied. "You were officially warned by the Ministry of Magic three years ago for illegally using magic, weren't you?" "Yes, but-""You summoned a patron saint on the night of August 2nd?" Fudge said. "Yes," said Harry, "but-"

"Do you know that you are under seventeen and you are not allowed to use magic outside school?" "Yes, but-""Know that you are in a muggle-intensive place?" "Yes, but-"

"Are you fully aware that there is a muggle nearby?"

-98 ? "Yes," Harry said angrily, "but I only use magic because of us-"The witch wearing a monocle interrupted him in a loud and low voice. "Have you become a fully mature patron saint?" "yes." Harry said, "Because-""A physical patron saint?" "What?" Harry asked. "Your patron saint has a clear form? I mean, it's not just steam or smoke? " "yes." Harry felt annoyed and a little desperate. "It's a stag, always a stag."

"Every time?" Ms. Borns asked loudly, "Have you ever been a patron saint before?" "Yes," said Harry, "I've been doing this for over a year." "Are you fifteen now?" "Yes, and-""Did you learn it at school?" "Yes, Professor Lu Bang taught me when I was in the third grade, because-""It's amazing," said Ms. Borns, looking at him from above. "His age can become a real patron saint? It's really amazing. " Some wizards around her are whispering again. Some people nodded, others showed displeasure and shook their heads again and again. "It's not a question of how great magic is," Fudge said angrily. "Actually, I think the bigger the magic, the worse, because the child did it in front of a muggle!" The unhappy wizards whispered their agreement. When Harry saw Percy nodding his head in a pretentious way, he was angered and couldn't help saying, "I did it because of dementors!" " "He said with a loud voice, no one has time to interrupt him. He thought people would whisper again, but there was silence in the air. It seems quieter than before. "Dementors? "After a while, Ms. Borns said that her heavy eyebrows were raised high and her monocle seemed to slide down." What do you mean, son? ""I mean, there are two dementors in the alley, coming straight at me and my cousin! "

"Ah," Fudge said again, with a disgusting laugh in his mouth, looking around at the Wesson Gamo members, as if hoping they could get the news. "Yes, yes, I knew we would hear such nonsense."

"Dementors are in Jin Xiaohui?" Ms Borns said, her tone extremely surprised. "I don't understand-"

"Don't you understand, Amelia?" Fudge still sneers. "Let me explain. He really took pains to find that dementors can be a wonderful excuse, which is really wonderful. Muggles can't see dementors, can they, son? Smart, smart? So there are no witnesses, just you. -99? This word? "

"I didn't lie!" Harry said with a loud voice, and his voice drowned out the whispers that sounded again on the judgment seat. "There are two, were blocked by the alley at both ends. Everything became so dark and cold that my cousin touched them and tried desperately to escape-"

"Enough, enough!" Fudge said, with a very arrogant expression on his face. "I'm sorry I interrupted him. I'm sure this is a carefully rehearsed lie-"

Dumbledore cleared his throat. Wei Sen Gamo is quiet again.

"In fact, we have a witness who can prove that dementors did appear in that alley," he said. "I mean, except dudley dursley."

Fudge's fat face seemed to suddenly relax, as if someone had let out the air inside. He stared blankly at Dumbledore below. It was a long time before he seemed to pull himself together and said, "I'm afraid we don't have time for this nonsense, Dumbledore." I hope to deal with this pile quickly-"

"I may not remember it accurately," Dumbledore said kindly, "but I believe that according to wiesenthal Gamorra's Charter of Rights, the defendant has the right to call witnesses to testify for him, right? Isn't that the policy of magic law enforcement, Ms. Borns? " He asked the witch with a monocle.

"Yes," said Ms. Borns, "indeed."

"Oh, good, good," Fudge said angrily. "Where is this man?"

"I brought her," said Dumbledore. "She is at the door. If I-"

"No-Weasley, you go." Fudge said rudely to Percy. Percy immediately stood up, ran down the stone steps from the bench and hurried past Dumbledore and Harry without looking at them.

After a while, Percy came back, followed by Mrs. Figg. She looks scared and looks weirder than usual. Harry hoped that she would consider changing her thick slippers.

Dumbledore stood up, gave his chair to Mrs. Figg and made another one himself.

"Full name?" Fudge asked loudly, just as Mrs. Figg was sitting trembling 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 and arrogant voice.

"I am a resident of Little Huijin and live next to Harry Potter's house." Mrs. Figg said.

"In our records, except for Harry Potter, no wizard lives in Little Whikin." Ms. Borns immediately said, "What is the reason that the area is closely monitored? Because something happened before. "

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

"A squib, huh?" Fudge looked at her suspiciously and said, "We'll check. You will tell my assistant Weasley about your parents later. By the way, can the squib see the dementors? " He added, and then looked around at the people on the bench.

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

- 100 ? Fudge looked at her from above and raised his eyebrows. "Very well," he said coldly. "What's your story?"

"On the evening of August 2nd, at about nine o'clock, I went out to the corner shop at the intersection of Ziteng Road to buy cat food," said Mrs. Figg anxiously at once, as if she had memorized everything she wanted to say. "Later, I heard a riot in the alley between Magnolia Crescent Street and Wisteria Road. I walked into an alley and saw dementors running-"

"Run?" Ms. Borns said sternly, "Dementors can't run, they can only slide." "That's what I mean," Mrs. Figg said quickly, her shriveled face flushed. "Slide in the alley and pounce on people who look like two boys." "How are they?" Ms. Borns said, narrowing her eyes tightly, the edge of the monocle fell into the meat.

"Oh, a big one and a thin one-"

"No, no," said Ms. Borns impatiently. "Dementors? Describe them. "

"Oh," said Mrs. Figg, now blushing has spread to her neck. "They are very big. Very big, wearing a cloak. "

Harry felt his heart sink horribly. No matter what Mrs. Figg said, in his opinion, she had only seen photos of dementors at most, and the photos could not convey the true faces of those guys at all: they were hanging up and moving a few inches from the ground, and they looked weird and terrible; They give off a rotten stench; And the terrible creaking sound they make when they devour the surrounding air? In the second platoon chair, a short and chubby wizard with a big black beard whispered in the ear of a nearby witch with curly hair. The witch smiled smugly and nodded.

"Very big, wearing a cloak," repeated Ms. Borns coldly-Fudge snorted sarcastically. "I see. Is there anything else? "

"Yes," said Mrs. Figg, "I feel it. Everything became very cold, don't forget it was a very hot summer night. And I thought? It seems that all the happiness has disappeared from the world? I remember? Terrible things? "

Her voice trembled and faded away.

Ms Borns's eyes widened slightly. Harry could see the red mark that the lens had just sunk in under her eyebrows.

"What did the dementors do?" She asked and Harry felt a glimmer of hope.

"They jumped on two boys," said Mrs. Figg. Now her voice is stronger and more confident, and the blush on her face has faded. "One boy fell down, and the other tried to repel the dementors while retreating. This is Harry. He tried twice and all he got was silver smoke. On the third attempt, he became a patron saint. The patron saint rushed over and knocked down the first dementor, and then he summoned up his courage to drive the second dementor away from cousin Harry. so this is it？ This is what happened at that time. " Mrs. Figg has finished-10 1? Yes, her voice is a little weak.

Ms Bowens looked at Mrs Figg silently. Fudge didn't look at her, but fiddled with his papers. Finally, he raised his eyes and said a little defiantly, "That's what you saw, isn't it?"

"That's what happened at that time." Mrs. Figg said it again.

"Good," said Fudge. "You can go now."

Mrs. Figg looked timidly at Fudge, then at Dumbledore, then stood up and shuffled towards the door. Harry heard the door slam behind her.

"This witness is not very convincing." Fudge said haughtily.

"Oh, I don't think so," said Ms. Borns in her loud voice. "She described the power of attacking dementors very accurately. I can't imagine why she said that if they weren't there. But dementors ran to a muggle community and happened to meet a wizard? " Fudge said contemptuously that this possibility must be very small, and even Bargmann can't gamble-"

"Oh, I don't think any of us will believe that it is a coincidence that dementors are there." Dumbledore said softly.

The witch sitting on Fudge's right, her face was shrouded in shadow and moved slightly, but everyone else did not move and said nothing.

"What the hell does this mean?" Fudge asked coldly.

"It means I think it's from someone." Dumbledore said.

"I think if someone ordered two dementors to wander around Jin Xiaohui, we should have a record!" Fudge shouted gruffly.

"If these two dementors have recently received instructions from people outside the Ministry of Magic, it may not be true." Dumbledore said quietly, "I have already told you my views on this issue, Connelly."

"Yes, you did," Fudge said firmly, "and I have no reason to believe that your opinion is not nonsense, Dumbledore. Dementors still strictly obey our orders and stay in Azkaban. "

"Well," Dumbledore said in a steady and clear tone, "we must ask ourselves why someone in the Ministry of Magic ordered two dementors to go to that alley on August 2."

As soon as these words were finished, there was silence on the field. The witch sitting on Fudge's right leaned forward, and Harry saw her face for the first time.

Harry thinks she looks like a big pale toad. She is short and fat, with a broad and relaxed face, like Vernon, unable to see her neck, a big mouth drooping downwards, and big and round eyes protruding slightly outward. Even the small black velvet bow on her short curly hair reminds Harry of a big fly, and she is about to stick out her long sticky tongue to catch it.

"The moderator invited Senior Vice Minister dolores jane umbridge to speak." Fudge said. So the witch, like a little girl, spoke in a fussy, shrill voice. Harry was surprised. He thought he would hear a hoarse voice.

- 102 ? "I think I must have misunderstood you, Professor Dumbledore." She said, with a fake smile on her face, her big round eyes were as cold as before. "I was stupid, but I thought about it for a moment. You seem to be implying that the Ministry of Magic ordered the attack on this boy!"

She gave a silvery laugh, and Harry heard the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Several members of Wei Sen Gamo laughed with her. But no one really finds it funny, which is obvious.

"If dementors really only take orders from the Ministry of Magic, if those two dementors did attack Harry and his cousin a week ago, then logically, someone from the Ministry of Magic may have ordered the dementors to attack." Dumbledore said gently, "Of course, these two special dementors may not be controlled by the Ministry of Magic-"

"There is not a dementor who is not under the control of the Ministry of Magic!" Fudge snapped, his face turning brown.

Dumbledore leaned slightly and nodded his head.

"Then, the Ministry of Magic will undoubtedly thoroughly investigate why these two dementors ran so far away from Azkaban and attacked people without permission."

"Dumbledore, it's not up to you what the Ministry of Magic does or doesn't do!" Fudge said rudely, now his face is a magenta that Uncle Vernon would be proud of.

"Of course," said Dumbledore slowly, "I'm just saying that I believe this matter will be found out."

He glanced at Ms. Borns. She put on her monocle again and stared at Dumbledore again. Frown slightly.

"I want to remind you that the behavior of those two dementors is not the subject of this trial, even if it is not the product of this child's paranoia!" Fudge said, "We are here to interrogate Harry Potter for violating the reasonable restraint law of young wizards!" "

"Of course," said Dumbledore, "but the appearance of dementors in the alley is closely related to this case. Article 7 of the law says that magic can be used in front of Muggles under special circumstances, including when the life of the wizard himself or other wizards or Muggles present at the same time is threatened-1""We are familiar with the content of Article 7, thank you very much! " Fudge growled. "Of course," said Dumbledore haughtily. "So we all agree that Harry's use of the spell to summon the guardian of God belongs to the special situation described in Article 7?"

"This means that if there are dementors, I doubt it."

"You have heard from a witness." Dumbledore interrupted him. "If you still suspect that she is not telling the truth, you might as well call her in again and ask the question again. I don't think she will object. "

"I-that-no-"Fudge shouted angrily, fiddling with the paper in front of him. "This is-I want to end this today, Dumbledore!"

"But, you will certainly take pains to listen to the testimony of witnesses, because hasty actions will lead to strict-103? Serious misjudgment. " Dumbledore said.

"Serious misjudgment, my God!" Fudge said at the top of his lungs, "Dumbledore, have you ever bothered to calculate how many absurd lies this child has made up to cover up his blatant abuse of magic outside school!" " I think you have probably forgotten the hovering spell he used three years ago-"

"That's not me, it's a house elf!" Harry said.

"See?" Fudge growled and made an exaggerated gesture at Harry. "House elf! In the muggle house! Is this possible? "

"House elves are now employed by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," said Dumbledore. "If you like, I can call him here at once to testify."

"I-no-I don't have time to listen to the house-elf nonsense! Besides, it's not just this-he blew up his menstruation, dear! " Fudge let out a cry and hit the judge's bench with one punch, knocking over a bottle of ink.

"You are very kind and didn't make any accusations. I think you agree that even the best wizards can't always control their emotions." Dumbledore said quietly, and Fudge quickly wiped the ink off his notes.

"I haven't started talking about the bad things he did at school."

"However, the Ministry of Magic has no right to punish Hogwarts students for their misconduct at school, so what Harry did there has nothing to do with this case." Dumbledore said, still so modest and polite, but at this time there is a kind of coldness in his words.

Oh, hey! Fudge said, "His behavior at school is none of our business, huh? Do you think so? "

"The Ministry of Magic has no right to expel Hogwarts students, Connelly, just as I warned you on the night of August 2." Dumbledore said, "The Ministry of Magic has no right to confiscate wands unless those allegations are proved to be true, as I reminded you on the evening of August 2. Your desire to ensure that the law is upheld is commendable, but I think you seem to have neglected several laws for a while. "

"The law can be amended." Fudge said maliciously.

"Of course," said Dumbledore, leaning over. "It seems that you are undoubtedly making many changes, Connelly. Yes, I have only been invited out of Wei Sen Gamo for a few weeks, and now minor's trivial use of magic has to be tried by the regular criminal court! "

Several wizards moved uneasily in their seats. Fudge's face changed from purple to pig liver color. The toad witch on his right stared blankly at Dumbledore.

"As far as I know," Dumbledore continued, "so far, there is no law that this court session will punish Harry for every magic he performs. He was accused of certain acts and defended himself. What he and I can do now is to wait for your ruling! "

Dumbledore put ten fingertips together again and stopped talking. Fudge glared at him, a-104? The old shame turned into anger. Harry looked sideways at Dumbledore, trying to get some comfort from him. Dumbledore told wiesenthal to make a ruling now, and he wasn't sure if it was appropriate. However, Dumbledore once again ignored Harry's desire to make eye contact. He continued to look at all the Wei Sen Gamo members whispering nervously on it.

Harry looked at his toes. His heart seems to be expanding and beating wildly under his ribs. He thinks the trial will last longer. He doesn't know whether he has made a good impression. In fact, he didn't say a few words. He should tell more about dementors, how he fell to the ground, and how he and Dudley were almost kissed by dementors. He looked up at Fudge twice and opened his mouth to speak, but his swollen heart choked him. Both times he just took a deep breath and looked down at his shoes. The whispers stopped. Harry wanted to look up at the judges, but he found it much easier to continue studying his shoelaces. "If you don't think the accusation is valid, please raise your hand." Ms Borns said loudly.

Harry jerked his head up. One by one, a lot? More than half! He was out of breath and wanted to count carefully, but before he finished, Ms. Borns said, "If you agree with this charge, please raise your hand."

Fudge raised his hand, accompanied by six or seven other people, including the witch on his right, the wizard with a beard and the witch with curly hair in the second row.

Fudge looked at everyone around him, and his throat seemed to be caught by a big thing. Then he put his hand down and took two deep breaths. Because he tried to suppress his anger, his voice became strange: "Good, good? The accusation is not established. "

"Great." Dumbledore said happily, quickly stood up, pulled out his wand and made two chintz armchairs disappear. "Well, I have to go. Have a nice day. "

With that, he quickly walked out of the dark room without looking at Harry.