I swung a sword at Hogwarts

"Sir Johnny Silverhand, I believe this is the first time we have officially met." She chuckled and held out her hand, "Dolores Jane Umbridge."

John wanted to turn around and leave, but when he thought about letting Umbridge take the blame, he reached out his hand and touched her lightly, then immediately retracted it and said calmly, "You sent me a letter, and I saw it."

This surprised Umbridge greatly.

Old Barty wore a burgundy robe with an elaborate silver 'W' embroidered on the left breast, which was also the attire of everyone in the Wizengamot court.

Except John.

The purple robe looked different from the surroundings, and the appearance of the silver mask caused some people to whisper.

Amelia, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was also here. She frowned and said, "Johnny Silverhand, you are not a member of the Wizengamot."

Old Barty said, "I invited Mr. Johnny Silverhand here. He came as a consultant to the Ministry of Magic."

"With all due respect, I have never heard of a Ministry of Magic advisor."

"Now we have it. Mr. Johnny Silverhand has provided us with many clues about the Death Eaters. You should be very clear about this."

Old Barty interrupted Amelia and they were full of hostility.

Regarding old Barty's capture of a large number of Death Eaters, these things are also the reason why people believe his big promises.

If the information about the Death Eaters was provided by Johnny Silverhand, then this consultant to the Ministry of Magic is reasonable.

Amelia looked deeply at the silver mask and said nothing more.

The other people in the Wizengamot also kept their mouths shut, and many of them gave John a friendly smile.

John looked around. The walls of the room were made of black stone, and in the center was a chair with chains on the armrests.

There were about fifty people in the room, sitting on rows of gradually rising benches.

"Sir Johnny Silverhand, if you don't mind, you can sit here."

A voice spoke up, Damo Alex, who also had a position in the Wizengamot.

John walked over and sat beside him, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "It seems that you are quite interested in the Savior."

Damo Alex, wearing a red robe and holding a cane in his hand, smiled and said, "It's hard not to be interested in the only person who survived the Dark Lord's killing curse."

John didn't comment and asked, "How's your Blood Curse paper going?"

"During the review, I used your real name. After all, you don't need too much glory right now." Damo Alex spoke to John in a low voice.

John didn't mind using his real name.

After waiting for a while, a person walked into the dark room.

Damo Alex stopped talking, he turned his gaze over, his face burning.

Harry Potter.

Since the lighting in this place was not very good and John was sitting at the top, Harry didn't notice that side.

Harry walked with heavy steps, even though Hermione and Mr. Weasley had told him that the Ministry would not convict him.

He was counterattacking passively.

But such an environment made him unable to help but suffer from calf cramps.

He had seen this place before, in the Pensieve in the principal's office.

He saw with his own eyes how old Barty sat in that position, swinging the hammer to send the Death Eaters sitting in the middle seat to Azkaban one by one.

Now he was going to take that seat.

Under the silent gaze of the Wizengamot, a sense of pressure built up.

"Harry Potter," said Barty Sr., "Take your seat."

"I suppose the Wizengamot should have informed you where you were coming?"

"Yes, sir."

Harry was very nervous, he was only a 15-year-old boy.

He lowered his eyes and walked on the ground with his feet, making loud echoes.

Half of his butt was carefully sitting on the chair, and the chain on it made a clinking sound.

Fortunately, nothing happened like what he saw in the Pensieve, where he was tied up with chains.

A feeling of dizziness and nausea appeared in his mind. He kept himself calm and looked up.

Some people in the Wizengamot couldn't see clearly due to the lighting.

Such mystery makes people more stressed.

Old Batty sat in the middle, and next to him were Amelia and a woman who looked like an old lady.

Harry also saw Percy, and heard that he and Mr. Weasley were having a bad time.

Percy was present as a recorder, while Old Barty prepared him for his future as a member of the Wizengamot.

Harry wanted to greet him, as he was the only person he knew there.

But Percy didn't even look at him.

Although Percy was rational, he was still upset about Heinrich's matter.

"The trial on August 8," said Barty Sr. in a full voice, "is of Harry James Potter, of 12 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for violations of the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act and the International Statute of Secrecy."

"Asked by: Barty Crouch, Minister of Magic;

Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement;

Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge.

Trial reporter: Percy Ignatius Weasley."

After Old Barty finished speaking, Dumbledore strode out calmly and said calmly, "Witness for the defense: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

He was wearing a dark blue robe and had a very peaceful expression.

He walked up to Harry and looked up.

Old Batty looked at him deeply and said, "We need a comfortable chair."

"Don't bother," Dumbledore pulled out his wand and shook it gently, and a soft armchair appeared out of thin air.

He sat on it and looked in one direction.

The silver mask over there is watching this side.

Seeing that he brought his own chair, Old Barty did not continue to say anything. Instead, he looked at Harry, holding a piece of paper in his hand and read aloud: "The defendant is charged with the following crimes:

The defendant had previously received a written warning from the Ministry of Magic for similar charges, and this time, in full knowledge that his actions were illegal, he cast a Patronus Charm in the presence of Muggles at 8:2 pm on August , in a Muggle-populated area.

This is a violation of Section 1875 of the Act for the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards and Section of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy.

After reading it, Old Barty turned to Harry and asked, "Are you Harry James Potter, who lives at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey?"

"Yes," Harry replied.

Old Barty continued, "Three years ago, you were formally warned by the Ministry of Magic for the illegal use of magic?"

"Yes, but that's because of the house-elves," Harry argued.

Old Barty looked at him and asked, "Then two years ago you once blew up a Muggle. What was that about?"

"That's because, because..." Harry remembered that in the third grade, Minister Fudge smiled at him and said that the Ministry of Magic would send a little wizard to Azkaban for bragging about his aunt.

Old Batty didn't give him any more time to continue, and asked, "Have you ever had such an experience before?"

Harry immediately thought of the time before he entered school, when he had transformed the glass in the reptile house into something that allowed a python to escape.

"This is a dangerous behavior!" Old Barty said sternly, "This is your third violation of the Ministry of Magic regulations."

Old Barty has extensive interrogation experience, which makes Harry feel pressured.

"You are aware that you are under 17 and are not allowed to use magic outside of school, right? You were in a Muggle-populated area and used magic in the presence of Muggles."

"Yes, because..."

Harry was asked desperately and tried to defend himself hastily.

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Amelia asking, "You conjured a complete Patronus?"

"Yes."

"A physical patronus?"

"A...what?" Harry was a little confused.

Amelia continued, "Your Patronus has a clear form, rather than a cloud of steam or smoke?"

"Yes," said Harry desperately, not knowing what she was going to do. "It's a stag, every time."

"every time?"

"Amelia Susan Bones," Old Batty interrupted impatiently. "What we need is an interrogation."

Amelia said: "It's amazing, it's really amazing that he can turn into a real Patronus at his age."

The sudden praise made Harry confused, but old Barty knew what she wanted to do.

A little wizard with outstanding talents can always bring good impressions to strangers.

He warned unhappily: "You should look at another student in Hogwarts. That kid can drive away a hundred Dementors in his third year. What we should be discussing is that he used magic in front of Muggles!"

Amelia shut her mouth.

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Chapter 278 Witnesses and Baring Fangs

Harry was irritated by their confusing words and shouted, "It's because of the Dementors!"

"Dementors?" Old Barty stared at him. "Can you tell me more about it?"

"Two Dementors appeared in the alley at that time and came straight towards me and my cousin!"

"You should know what you are talking about?" Old Barty shouted seriously, "That is a serious accusation against Dementors. Do you know what you are talking about?"

The Wizengamoy, except John, were all talking among themselves.

They were all very surprised about the appearance of Dementors in a Muggle gathering place.

"I know exactly!" cried Harry. "There were two of them, one blocking the alley from each end, and everything became so dark and cold, and my cousin felt them and tried desperately to get away."

Old Barty seemed to be wondering why the Dementors were there.

Dumbledore cleared his throat, and the Wizengamot stopped discussing and looked at him quietly, like believers listening to instructions.

"In fact, we have a witness who can prove that the Dementors were in the alley," he said. "A witness other than Dudley Dursley, I mean."

Old Batty said loudly with a stern face: "You have the authority to bring your witness here."

"I have brought her here," said Dumbledore. "She is just outside the door."

Mrs. Figg was invited over. She was a Squib and it was her first time to visit such a place.

Dumbledore conjured a chair for her to sit down.

"Full name?" asked old Batty loudly.

Mrs. Figg said in a slightly trembling voice, "Arabella Dorien Figg."

Old Batty motioned for her to continue.

"I am a resident of Little Whinging, and I live next to Harry Potter's house."

Mrs. Figg then described in detail the Dementors that had appeared in the alley.

When asked what the Dementors did, Mrs. Figg became more confident.

"They rushed towards the two boys and one fell down. The other dropped his wand and tried to pick it up and attack but was entangled by the Dementors."

"Some black appeared and took away the Dementor that pounced on the fallen boy. The other boy seized the opportunity and used Patronus to fight back."

"Wait." Old Batty said sharply, "What do you mean by black?"

Mrs. Figg said with fear and confusion in her eyes, "I don't know, it's a black thread, it entangles the Dementors, and the Dementors are scared."