Chapter 819 (1/2)
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Harry felt his chest was a little stuffy, and Fudge's quick-paced questions made Harry feel a little unprepared.
”Yes,” Harry said angrily, ”but I did it because we were -”
the witch in the monocle interrupted Harry in a quick tone.
”You cast a full patron magic, didn't you?”
”Yes,” said Harry, ”because...”
”A visible patron magic, right?”
”Once What? ” Said Harry.
”Does your patron saint Magic have a clear image? I mean, it's not a puff of steam or a puff of smoke, is it? ”
”Yes,” said Harry, who was now impatient and a little disappointed. ”It's a stag. It's always a stag.”
”Always?” Asked Mrs. Bonis aloud. ”Have you ever cast patron magic before
”Yes,” said Harry, ”I've been able to do this magic for more than a year.”
”So you were 15 then?”
”Yes, and --”
”what did you learn in school?”
”Professor Lupin taught me when I was three years old, because that -”
”was impressive,” said Mrs. Bonis, who looked down at Harry, ”to perform a real patron saint magic at that age It's very impressive. ”
Some of the witches and witches around her whispered again; some nodded, but others frowned and shook their heads.
”It's not about how impressive the magic is now,” fudge asked in a grumpy voice. ”In fact, the more impressive it is, the worse it gets. I think the magic the child is doing is clearly seen by a Muggle!”
The sorcerers who frowned now murmured their approval, but Percy, pretending to be a sacred nod, stimulated Harry to speak.
”I cast my magic because of Dementors!” Harry exclaimed before anyone could interrupt him. He had hoped for more commotion, but the jury was quiet and seemed more intense than before.
”Dementors?” Asked Mrs. Bonis after a moment, her bushy eyebrows raised until her monocle was almost falling off. ”What do you mean, child?”
”I mean there are two Dementors on the way. They attacked me and my cousin!”
”Ah,” fudge said again, smirking unhappily at the jurors around him, as if to ask them to share the joke.
”Yes, yes. I think we've heard something like that
”Dementors appear in the little Huijin district?” ”I don't understand --”
”I don't understand...”
”Don't you understand, Emira?” Fudge was still giggling. ”Let me explain. He had thought about it thoroughly and thought Dementors could be used to make up a very real cover story. Muggles can't see Dementors. Can they, son? Very convenient, very convenient So that's just one side of your story, no witnesses... ”
”I didn't lie!” Harry's loud voice overshadowed another murmur in the courtroom. ”There are two of them, coming out from both ends of the alley, and it's dark and cold around. My cousin feels them and runs over --”
”that's enough! That's enough With a defiant look on his face, Fudge said, ”I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I'm sure it's just a pre arranged story -”
Dumbledore cleared his throat and the jury was quiet again.
”In fact, we had a witness who saw Dementors appear in the alleys,” he said. ”I mean anyone except Dudley Dursley.”
Fudge's plump face relaxed as if someone had taken air from it. He looked at Dumbledore for a moment, then, as if someone had pulled him back, he said, ”I'm afraid we don't have time to hear more lies. I want to deal with it quickly - ”
” I may be wrong, ”Dumbledore said happily,” but I am sure that the jury charter is correct and that the defendant has the right to provide witnesses to his case? Isn't this the policy of the magic Ordinance office, Mrs. Bonis? ” He pointed to the witch in the monocle and continued.
”Yes,” said Mrs. Bonis, ”very true.”
”Oh, good, good,” said Fudge suddenly. ”Where is this man?”
”I've brought her,” said Dumbledore. ”She's right outside the door. I can -- ”
”No - Weasley, you go,” fudge growled to Percy. ”Tell her to come right now, walk from the courtroom hall to the stone steps, and then pass quickly without looking at Harry and Dumbledore.”
Soon Percy came back, followed by Mrs. Figg. She looked frightened and more eccentric than before.Harry hoped she had not forgotten to change her pair of men's slippers. Dumbledore stood up and offered his chair to Mrs. Figg, and then magically changed it for himself.
”Full name?”
Asked fudge in a loud voice, as Mrs. Figge sat nervously at the edge of her chair.
”Arabella Dorian Figg,” said Mrs. Figg in a trembling voice.
”Your exact identity?” Asked fudge haughtily.
”I'm a resident of Mr. Harry Potter's house in little whinging.” Answered Mrs. Figg.
”With the exception of Mr. Harry Potter, we have only van Lindel, who left a year ago, and there are no other witches or witches living in little whinging,” Mrs. Bonis said immediately. ”It's always too close to the monitor that provides Provide past events. ”
”I'm a squib,” said Mrs. Figg, ”so you didn't register me, did you?”
”A squib, eh?” Fudge looked up at Mrs. Figge and said, ”we will investigate. You give me your birth details to my assistant, Weasley. By the way, can Squibb see Dementors He added, looking left and right.
”Yes, we can!” Said Mrs. Figg angrily.
Fudge looked down at Mrs. Figg, his eyebrows raised. ”Good,” he said coldly, ”what's your story?”
”I went out at about 9 p.m. on August 2, and went to the shop on the corner of westria's Promenade to buy cat food,” said Mrs. Figg at once, as if she had learned what to say. ”But I heard a commotion in the lane between Mulan back street and westria walk. As I approached the street, I saw Dementors running -- ”
” running? ” Mrs. Bonis said sharply, ”Dementors don't run. They slide.”