Chapter 820 (1/2)
”The domestic elf who caused the problem is now a servant of van Lindel and an employee of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry,” said Dumbledore. ”I can call him to testify immediately if you want.”
”I - no - I don't have time to listen to the house elves! Anyway, it's not the first time - to God, he beat his aunt out Fudge slapped heavily on the bench and knocked over a bottle of ink.
Harry is a little angry. If Hermione is here, he must tear Fudge's mouth. It seems that there is nothing wrong with it. Vomit Er Home elf Rights Association.
”I admit that you were very kind not to pursue that time, and said that even the best wizard can't control their emotions forever.” 'said Dumbledore calmly as fudge scrambled to pack the papers. ”And I didn't mention how to punish him at that time.”
”But I think you should be clear, cornelli, that the Ministry of magic does not have the power to punish students at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry for misconduct in school. Harry's behavior had nothing to do with the hearing. ”Dumbledore was even more polite than before, but there was a cold hint behind his words.
”Oh Fudge said, ”which means that whatever he does at school is none of our business, eh? Is that what you think? ”
”As I reminded you on the night of August 2, the Ministry of magic has no right to fire Hogwarts students, Connelly,” said Dumbledore. ”Whether the Ministry of magic has the right to confiscate his wand until the investigation is complete, I would like to remind you again, as on the evening of August 2, that your brilliant delays indicate that you have neglected some important laws Wen, of course, I'm sure you didn't mean to
”The law can be changed,” fudge said savagely.
”Of course it can change,” said Dumbledore, nodding. ”And you will certainly make a lot of changes, Cornell. Why, in just a few weeks after I left the jury, to deal with such a simple juvenile magic problem, would it take such a heavily armed criminal procedure, or even summon most of the members of wiesengamo? ”
Some of the jury's witches writhed uneasily in their seats. Fujiben's face, which had grown dark brown, was now a little darker.
However, the toad like witch sitting on Fudge's right just glanced at Dumbledore with no expression on her face.
”As I realized,” continued Dumbledore, ”there is no law in this place, and the whole function of this court is to punish every bit of magic Harry has ever done. He was also responsible for a particular offense, because he defended himself. All Harry and I can do now is wait for your verdict
Dumbledore crossed his fingers again and said nothing.
Fudge stares at Dumbledore, apparently angered.
Harry looked at Dumbledore sitting next to him and felt relieved. Van Lin was right. Dumbledore could not give up on him, so Dumbledore appeared here. Now he not only fully believed that what Dumbledore had just said to the jury was completely correct, but also that it was time to make a decision.
But once again, Dumbledore seems to want to ignore Harry's attempt to look into his eyes. He continued to look up at a row of benches above, and the entire jury was quietly engaged in emergency consultations. Harry looked down at his feet.
His heart seemed to have swelled to an unusual size, pounding loudly under his ribs. He thought the hearing would be longer than it is now. He had no confidence that he had made a good impression on the jury.
He didn't say much. He should have explained the Dementors more fully, such as how he fell, and how he and Dudley nearly suffered a Dementor's death kiss
Harry looked at fudge twice and tried to speak, but his swollen heart limited the flow of air, and each time he could barely take a deep breath and look down at his shoes.
Then the whisper stopped. Harry wanted to look up at the jury, but he found it easier to look down at the laces than to look up.
”Will jurors who agree to withdraw all charges against the defendant please raise their hands?” Said Mrs. Bonis quickly.
Harry's head jerked up.
A lot of hands in the air More than half!
Harry was breathless, and he tried to count as hard as he could, but before he finished counting, Mrs. Bonis had said, ”now, the jurors who think the defendant is guilty, please raise your hands?”
Fudge raised his hand; he was followed by about two jurors, including the toad like witch to his right, the stout master with a disproportionate beard, and the curly witch sitting in the second row. Fudge looked around as if something was stuck in his throat, and then his hand went down.
He took two deep breaths and said in a twisted voice, trying to suppress his anger, ”good, good Drop all charges. ””Great,” said Dumbledore happily. He pulled out his wand and let the two chintz armchairs disappear.
”Well, I'm going. Goodbye, everyone Then, without looking at Harry again, he disappeared from the dungeon.
Harry was surprised by Dumbledore's sudden departure.
He was still sitting in the shackled chair, struggling with his shock and trying to relax.
The members of the jury left their seats. They talked to each other and took their papers in their bags.
Harry stood up. No one seemed to pay any attention to fudge except the toad like witch sitting on his right, who had now turned her eyes from Dumbledore to Harry.
Harry deliberately ignored her. He tried his best to find fudge or Mrs. Bonis to ask if he was OK to leave now. But fudge seemed determined to ignore Harry, while Mrs. Bonis was busy sorting her briefcase. So he tentatively took a few steps to the door, and then he left quickly when he was sure that no one called him back.
His last few steps were to rush out, slamming the door open and almost hitting Mr. Weasley.
Mr. Weasley was standing outside, pale. ”Dumbledore didn't say -”
”withdraw,” said Harry, closing the door behind him.
”All charges!” Mr. Weasley grabbed Harry by the shoulder, beaming. ”Harry, that's wonderful! Well, of course, they can't find you guilty, there's no evidence, but even so, I can't hide that it's not - ”
but Mr. Weasley didn't go on, because the door of the court was opened again. The members of the jury filed out.
”Great!” Mr. Weasley announced in surprise that he had pulled Harry aside to let the jury pass. ”Have you passed the shackle chair test?”
”I think so,” said Harry calmly. One or two of the Wizards nodded at Harry as they passed by, while others, including Mrs. Bonis, said good morning to Mr. Weasley, but most of them moved their eyes away.
Cornell fudge and the toad looking witch were almost the last to leave the courtroom. Fudge acted as if Harry and Mr. Weasley were part of the wall, but again, the witch looked at Harry with an almost evaluative look as she passed by.
Percy was the last to go. Like fudge, he completely ignored his father and Harry; he walked forward, clutching a large roll of parchment and an extra large quill pen, with his chest high and his head high. Mr. Weasley's mouth closed into a line, but he showed no sign of seeing his third son.
”I'll take you straight back so you can tell the good news to others,” Mr. Weasley pushed Harry forward as Percy's heel disappeared on the ninth floor. ”I'm going to see bisnar Green's bathroom and take you back on the way. Come on... ”
”Well, what are you going to do with the bathroom? Harry asked with a smile. Now everything seems five times more interesting than usual, because people are learning that he is innocent and he is going back to Hogwarts.