Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“You're late.” A cold male voice echoes in the courtroom.

“I'm sorry!” Harry hurried and said, "I don't know if time has changed. ”

He glanced down at the two chairs in the middle of the room with a chain on the armrest of the chair to the left and right.

He had seen these chains suddenly snap up and tie the person sitting in the middle together.

Harry raised his head again and, as you can see, there were about fifty people wearing purple-red robes and a fine silver "w” embroidered on the left front chest.

They both looked at them with a harsh expression or without concealing their inner curiosity.

In the middle of the front row of benches is Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

Fogey is a big fat guy and often wears a dark yellowgreen dome hat, but he doesn't wear it today.

Also, the kind of kind smile he used to have on his face when he spoke to Ivan and Harry disappeared today.

Instead, he had a cold, cold look that made people feel frightened, and maybe that's what he really looked like.

Fuji sits on the left with a witch with a wide body and a square chin, short gray hair, a pair of monograph glasses and a daunting expression on her face.

Fogey sat on the right with another witch, but she sat too far back on the bench, her face covered in shadow.

“It wasn't Wesengamo's fault.” Fogey said, "I sent an owl to notify you this morning. ”

“Obviously, we have not received a letter from Wiesengham, Mr. Secretary!” Ivan looked around, and his eyes fell on Fogey above him, "in fact, we probably didn't expect a minor to be tried by the Wesengamo Supreme Criminal Court for using magic and small things about reporting authenticity. I've read a lot about this, but it never mentioned it. ”

After an awkward silence, Ivan noticed several wizards moving around the chair anxiously.

They didn't expect Ivan to say that, not at all prepared.

Obviously, his words cut to the point.

If this is spread out today, the Ministry of Magic and Wesengamo would be embarrassed to put out such a battle against two little wizards.

“Also, if I recall correctly, Rita Skeeter, a special correspondent for Hogwarts Magic, applied to the Ministry of Magic for an interview for this trial, and I did not see her.” Ivan continued, winning the chase.

“Her application was not granted, don't think I don't know what your plans are.” Fuji said irritably.

“It is our intention to report the detailed progress of this case in a truthful and objective manner, and as far as I know, cases of this level can be accompanied by others, nor does the Ministry of Magic seem to have the right to refuse Rita's interview for the sake of fairness.” Ivan said, keep smiling at the corner of your mouth.

“You don't have to remind us what to do, you guys...”

“Minister!” the witch on the right beside him softly warned, showing a toad face forward, "I hope the two of you can sit down first, Mr. Mason, and we will try Potter on magic first, and you can watch, but please remain silent. ”

“No problem, obviously, you're in charge here.” Ivan said.

Another awkward silence, his feet crossed the stone floor, echoing loudly.

Harry followed him, carefully sitting beside the chair.

The chain dangerously dinged when it rang, but it didn't tie him up.

He swallowed saliva and felt dizzy and disgusted. He looked up at Ivan and looked up at the people sitting on the bench.

In just a few seconds, Foggy and Umbridge seemed to have reached a consensus to convict Harry first, regardless of Ivan.

Evan's Hogwarts Magic is naturally false as long as it proves Harry's illegal use of magic.

By then, it will be much easier to solve everything.

Otherwise, if Ivan keeps asking, today's trial is likely to be a joke.

Evan asked two questions in a row, and a lot of Weissongham's members were already a little bit unable to sit down. They thought that today's battle was really too much for two children. They didn't approve of Fogey doing this, but now they're okay, and a child pointed them out in the face.

“Okay!” Fuji said furiously, trying not to see Ivan, "The defendant is finally present, let's get started. ”

“By the way, are you ready?” He asked loudly across the bench.

“Yes, sir.” A familiar voice said eagerly.

Ivan narrowed his eyes and saw Ron's brother Percy sitting at the edge of the front bench.

Harry also looked at Percy, thinking that he would reveal the look of knowing them, but he had no face.

Percy's eyes, hidden behind the keratin glasses, were staring at parchment paper in front of her, and a quill was in her hand preparing to write.

“The August 12 trial!” Percy hastily began recording, "Fuji said, honkingly," the trial of Harry James Potter, who lives at 4 Sadako Road, Little Surrey, Surrey County, in violation of the Law on the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and the Law on International Confidentiality. ”

“Interrogators: Cornelius Oswal de Foggie, Minister of Magic; Amelia Susan Bowens, Director of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Deputy Minister. Trial Reporter: Percy Igne Hughes Weasley..."

“Defence witness: Abbas Percival Wolfric Bryan Dumbledore. ”

A calm voice behind them said that Harry turned his head sharply and almost sprained his neck.

Ivan also turned his head and saw Dumbledore calmly and proudly walking over.

He seemed to have just shaped the phantom, and he didn't know how to calculate time so well.

He wore a black blue robe with a very serene expression on his face.

Dumbledore walked parallel to Evan and Harry, raised his head and looked at Foggy through half-moon glasses erected on the nose beam of the eagle hook. His long silver and white beard and hair sparkled in the reflection of the torch.

The next second, Weissongamo's members whispered to each other, all eyes on Dumbledore.

Some seem annoyed, others seem a little scared, and the two aged witches sitting in the back row wave their welcome.

When I saw Dumbledore, Ivan knew he didn't have to say anything today, just sit around and watch the show.

As soon as Harry saw Dumbledore, his heart also raised a strong emotion, making him feel solid and hopeful, just as the Phoenix Fox song once made him feel, he wanted to look at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore did not look to his side, but continued to look up at Foggy, who was clearly panicked.

This is the most direct positive comparison between him and Fuji, not yet started, but in terms of momentum, Fuji has lost!