A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"A little favor?" Aaron raised an eyebrow, his face seemingly saying, "I don't believe it."

"It was nothing," Genes said dismissively. "Three of them are Aurors, and I just happened to save their lives."

One of them was the lady's senior, but she had a hereditary disease that St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic couldn't treat. It was the patriarch who asked me to send Lord Lant's elixir to her.

Another official's career was fraught with difficulties, and I pointed him in the right direction; otherwise, he wouldn't have the opportunity to sit here.

Aaron blinked blankly, speechless inwardly.

Good guy, really good guy.

Five of the fifty judges owed Gaius a favor. Although this only accounted for 10%, the verdicts in Wiseman's trials were decided by vote, and sometimes the difference was just that one crucial vote.

Crunch!

The courtroom doors opened again, and Harry Potter walked in, looking rather reserved.

Good morning, Harry.

“Aaron, Mr. Genes, what are you doing here?” Harry asked, somewhat surprised.

“Come and listen in!” Alan said matter-of-factly. “The judgment of the savior is interesting to think about.”

"Listen in?"

Harry's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the audience section, which only had two people.

They don't look like they're here to listen in; they look more like they're here to watch the show.

However, with two familiar faces present, he felt a little more at ease. After all, Mr. Weasley could only escort him to the door, and facing the malicious Fuchsia alone was somewhat nerve-wracking.

"quiet!"

Fudge tapped the mallet and looked at Harry Potter, saying, "You're five minutes late."

"I didn't know the time had changed; it was supposed to be 9 a.m.

"That's not Wizengamot's fault. We sent an owl to inform you this morning."

"Never mind, sit down!"

Harry gritted his teeth indignantly, feeling that Fudge was deliberately targeting him.

He actually did something as shameless as changing the time and place at the last minute.

Fortunately, Mr. Weasley had taken him ahead of time; had it been ten or twenty minutes later, these judges would certainly not have had a good impression of him.

“The defendant is here, we can begin.” Fudge looked at Percy, who was sitting in the front row, and asked, “Are you ready?”

"Ready, sir."

“Very good,” Fudge said with satisfaction. “Then I announce…”

Halfway through his sentence, Fudge's face darkened as Aaron in the audience raised his right hand high.

His action was incredibly conspicuous in the audience, where there were only two people present; he couldn't pretend he didn't see it.

"Does Mr. Gaius have any questions?"

"I'm very sorry to bother you all, but in my understanding, the defendant should always have a defense attorney!"

“But only Harry Potter came; his lawyer wasn’t there,” Fudge said with a hint of smugness. “That’s considered as having no lawyer.”

“Perhaps he didn’t know the Ministry of Magic had changed the time at the last minute,” Harry said weakly. “If possible, I suggest we wait a moment until my lawyer arrives.”

"Heh!" A mocking glint flashed in Fudge's eyes. "This is Wizengamo. We all have our own things to do, so we probably don't have that much time."

Furthermore, Harry Potter, you're sorely mistaken if you think stalling will prolong your trial.

“I don’t think so.” Dumbledore strode in, standing behind Harry and looking sternly at the judges. “I am Albus Percival Woolfrick Bryan Dumbledore, the defense attorney.”

Dumbledore's arrival enlivened the atmosphere in the courtroom, with the fifty judges whispering amongst themselves and reacting in various ways.

Although the Daily Prophet smeared the highly respected White Lord in a terrible way, they all knew Dumbledore's power and would not underestimate him because of so-called public opinion.

“Thank you, Mr. Gaius,” Dumbledore said with a gentle smile. “Although I don’t know why you’re here, this little bit of time you’ve gained is invaluable to Harry.”

Aaron: ......

This old guy has definitely misunderstood something.

Or perhaps he did it on purpose; such statements might make others think he was there to help Harry Potter.

"You..." Fudge said, both surprised and frightened, his expression unnatural, "So you received our notification to change the time and place of the interrogation?"

"I don't think I received it, but... I made a lucky mistake and arrived at the Ministry of Magic three hours early."

"Okay! If you need a chair..."

“No need for you to trouble yourself.” Dumbledore drew his wand, shook it gently, and conjured a soft armchair next to Harry, where he sat down.

Fudge gave a forced smile, then struck the gavel. "August 12th disciplinary hearing, to hear the case of Harry James Potter's disciplinary violations, whose residence is No. 4 Privet Road, Little Huigkin, Surrey."

Interrogators: Minister for Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Susan Bornes, and Senior Deputy Minister Dolores Umbridge.

Trial recorder: Percy Ignatius Weasley.

Defendant's witness: Albus Percival Woolflick Bryan Dumbledore.

"The charges against the defendant in this case are as follows: the defendant intentionally, fully aware that his actions were illegal, used a Patronus Charm, and in front of a Muggle." Fudge looked directly into Harry's eyes and asked seriously, "Do you deny using the Patronus Charm?"

"I won't deny it, but..."

Fudge didn't give him a chance to speak, interrupting, "You know that you're forbidden from using magic outside of school before the age of seventeen."

"Yes, that's right, but..."

“Gentlemen of Wizengamo…” Fudge’s voice trailed off as Aaron raised his right hand again.

"Does Mr. Gaius have any other questions?" Fudge asked, barely suppressing his anger. He now seriously suspected that Aaron was standing up for his friend, otherwise he wouldn't have interrupted him repeatedly.

“I’m very sorry to interrupt again,” Aaron said in a serious tone. “As everyone knows, Wizengamor is the highest court in the wizarding world, but even when interrogating Death Eaters, shouldn’t they be given the right to speak?”

If the defendant isn't even given a chance to speak, then this hearing is pointless; you might as well just deliver the verdict.

Fudge's expression froze, his face twitched slightly, but he remained silent.

He was indeed the Minister of Magic, but it was inappropriate for him to abuse his power in front of so many high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic and other prominent wizards.

“Of course the defendant can speak,” said Amelia, who was sitting to Fudge’s left.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "I used the Patronus Charm because I encountered Dementors."

"Dementors?" Amelia frowned slightly, a hint of surprise in her expression. "In Little Wheegham?"

“Yes,” Harry nodded.

“What a clever excuse!” Fudge sneered. “Muggles can’t see Dementors, can’t they, kid?”

You are truly brilliant.

“I’m not lying, there were two,” Harry said hastily. “If I hadn’t used the Patronus Charm in time, the Dementors would have killed us.”

“That’s enough,” Fudge waved his hand. “I think this must be a carefully fabricated story. You can’t provide any eyewitnesses to this incident.”

“I…I have witnesses,” Harry stammered.

Fudge paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Dullie Dursley doesn't count."

"not him."

“Dumbledore doesn’t count either,” Fudge emphasized. “I’m sure he wasn’t in Little Wheelingham at that time.”

“It’s not Professor Dumbledore either,” Harry said, somewhat angrily, then looked at Dumbledore nervously. “Professor, Mrs. Figg…”

Dumbledore gave him a reassuring look. "Minister, we do have a witness. She's right outside the door."

Fudge's face instantly turned ashen. "Weasley, you go."

Percy immediately stood up and ran out quickly.

Half a minute later, he returned, followed by a nervous old lady.

Dumbledore gave her his seat and changed to a different chair for himself.

"Name?" Fudge asked impatiently.

“Arabella Figg.” Mrs. Figg was seeing such a grand occasion for the first time, and her voice trembled slightly. “I am a resident of Little Wheekin, and I am Harry Potter’s neighbor.”

“But in our records, no other wizard besides Harry Potter has been in Little Wheekin,” Amelia said. “And ordinary people can’t see Dementors.”

“Yes.” Fudge immediately perked up and said excitedly, “I told you they were talking nonsense.”

“I’m a Squib,” Mrs. Figg said somewhat angrily. “Squibs aren’t registered with names, but they can see things that ordinary people can’t.”

Aaron's eyes widened slightly, and he glanced at Dumbledore as if he understood something.

Having a Squib as a neighbor of Harry Potter is tantamount to putting him under your watchful eye; Harry Potter's every move would likely be closely monitored.

More importantly, the Squib neighbor is essentially a legal undocumented immigrant, so no one would suspect a wizard without a wand and no magic.

Tsk! No wonder they say Dumbledore is the White Demon who experienced two Wizarding Wars.

That's incredibly high skill level; most people wouldn't even think of that.

Chapter 448 Dropping all charges, moral blackmail?

“Please describe the attack,” Amelia said. “What did they look like?”

"Well, one of them is very muscular, while the other is very thin."

"No, no, I mean, I want you to describe what a Dementor looks like."

Mrs. Figg realized what was happening, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face. "Very large, wearing a cloak."

Then everything turned cold, as if all the joy in the world had vanished all at once.

“Listen carefully,” Fudge said with a hint of sarcasm. “Dementors don’t wander around Muggle neighborhoods, and the chances of them running into a wizard are extremely slim.”

"Alright, you can go now. Your testimony isn't very convincing."

"Heh!" Aaron chuckled dismissively. "According to you, Minister, no matter how many witnesses come, it won't be enough, because Dementors don't just appear in Muggle residential areas for no reason."

“Mr. Gaius.” Fudge’s face was flushed, his fists were clenched, and he was on the verge of exploding with rage.

"Is there something wrong with what I said?" Aaron asked dismissively.