The girl's high-pitched voice gave John goosebumps, and he looked up.
Even though he is wearing a red robe, the pink collar underneath is still exposed.
A broad, flabby face and a contrived little girl's voice appeared in the mouth of such an aunt.
The visual impact on John is extremely strong.
At this time, Umbridge saw Johnny Silverhand coming, with a look of surprise on her face.
"Sir Johnny Silverhand, I believe this is our first official meeting." She chuckled and held out her hand, "Dolores Jane Umbridge."
John wanted to turn around and leave, but thought of letting Umbridge take the blame, he reached out and touched it lightly and immediately retracted it, saying calmly: "You sent me a letter, I saw it."
This statement surprised Umbridge.
Old Barty wore a purple robe with a delicate silver 'W' embroidered on the left chest. This was also the dress of everyone in the Wizengamot court.
Except John.
The purple robe looked different from those around him, and the appearance of the silver mask made some people whisper.
Amelia was also here as the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She frowned and said, "Johnny Silverhand, you are not a member of the Wizengamot."
Old Barty said: "I invited Mr. Johnny Silverhand here as a consultant to the Ministry of Magic."
"With all due respect, I've never heard of a Ministry of Magic adviser."
"Now that we have it, Mr. Johnny Silverhand has provided us with many clues about Death Eaters. You should know this very well."
Old Barty interrupted Amelia, they were full of antagonism.
Regarding Old Barty's capture of a large number of Death Eaters, these things are also the reason why people believe his plan.
If the information about the Death Eaters was provided by Johnny Silverhand, then this Ministry of Magic consultant would be reasonable.
Amelia looked deeply at the silver mask and said nothing.
The other people in the Wizengamot also kept their mouths shut, and many of them gave John friendly smiles.
John looked around. The walls of the room were made of black stone. There was a chair in the center with iron chains on the armrests.
There were about fifty people in the room, sitting on rows of rising benches.
"Sir Johnny Silverhand, if you don't mind, you can sit here."
A voice called out, Damo Alex, who also had a place on the Wizengamot.
John walked over and sat next to him, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "It seems that you are quite interested in the Savior."
Damo Alex was wearing a red robe, holding a cane in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's hard not to be interested in the only person who survived after being hit by the Dark Lord's death curse."
John asked noncommittally, "How's your Blood Curse paper going?"
"During the review, I used your real name. After all, you don't need too much glory now." Damo Alex chatted with John in a low voice.
John didn't really mind using his real name.
After waiting for a while, a person walked into the deep dark room.
Damo Alex stopped talking, he turned his gaze away, with a fiery look on his face.
Harry Potter.
Since the lighting in this place was not very good, and John was sitting higher up, Harry didn't notice that side.
Harry took heavy steps, even though Hermione and Mr. Weasley had told him that the Ministry of Magic would not convict him.
He fought back passively.
But such an environment made him still unable to help but feel some cramps in his calves.
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 and swung the hammer to send the Death Eaters sitting in the middle to Azkaban.
Now he's going to take that seat.
Under the silent gaze of the Wizengamot, a pressure surged.
"Harry Potter." Old Barty said, "Sit down in your seat."
"I think the Wizengamot should have informed you where you were coming?"
"Yes, sir."
Harry was very nervous, he was just a 15-year-old kid.
He lowered his gaze and walked on the ground with his feet, making a loud resounding sound.
He sat cautiously on the chair with half his buttocks, and the chains on it made a jingling sound.
Fortunately, it didn't happen like he saw in the pensieve, tied up in chains.
A feeling of dizziness and nausea appeared in his mind. He kept himself calm and awake and looked up.
Some people in the Wizengamot couldn't see clearly due to the light.
Such mystery makes people even more stressed.
Old Barty sat in the middle, and next to him was Amelia and someone like an aunt.
Harry also saw Percy and heard that he and Mr. Weasley were having a rough time.
Percy attended as the record keeper, while Barty Sr. laid the foundation for his future as a member of the Wizengamot.
Harry wanted to say hello to him, as he was the only familiar person present.
But Percy didn't even give him a look.
Although Percy is sensible, he is still brooding about Heinrich.
"The trial on August 12th," Old Barty's voice was full of confidence, "Harry James Potter, who lives at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, was tried for violating the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards" Act” and the International Statute of Secrecy.”
"Asker: Barty Crouch, Minister for Magic;
Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement;
Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge.
Trial Recorder: Percy Ignatius Weasley. "
After Old Barty finished speaking, Dumbledore strode out calmly and said calmly: "Defense witness: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
He was wearing a black and blue robe and had a very peaceful expression.
He walked over to Harry and looked up.
Old Batty looked at him deeply and said, "We need a comfortable chair."
"No need to worry," Dumbledore pulled out his wand and shook it gently, and a soft armchair appeared out of thin air.
He sat on it and looked up in one direction.
The silver mask over there is watching this side.
Old Barty saw that he had brought his own chair and did not continue to say anything. Instead, he looked at Harry, holding a piece of paper in his hand and read loudly: "The defendant is accused of the following crimes:
The defendant had previously received a written warning from the Ministry of Magic for similar accusations. This time, with full knowledge that his behavior was illegal, at 9:23 pm on August 2, in front of Muggles at a Muggle residence A patronus charm was used on it.
This behavior violated paragraph 3 of the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act" promulgated in 1875 and article 13 of the "International Federation of Wizards Statute of Secrecy". "
After Old Barty finished reading, he asked Harry, "Are you Harry James Potter who lives at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey?"
"Yes." Harry answered.
Old Barty continued to ask, "Three years ago, you were officially warned by the Ministry of Magic for illegal use of magic?"
"Yes, but that's because of the house elves." Harry defended.
Old Barty looked at him and asked, "Two years ago you inflated a Muggle. Why was that?"
"That's because, because..." Harry remembered that in the third grade, Minister Fudge laughed at him and said that the Ministry of Magic would send some little wizard to Azkaban for boasting about his aunt.
Old Batty didn't give him any chance to continue and asked, "Have you ever had such an experience?"
Harry immediately thought of how he had changed the glass in the reptile house to let the python escape before he entered school.
"This is a dangerous behavior!" Old Barty said loudly with stern words: "This is your third time violating the regulations of the Ministry of Magic."
Old Barty has rich interrogation experience, which makes Harry feel even more stressed.
"You know that you are under 17 years old and are not allowed to use magic outside of school, right? You were in a Muggle-dense area at the time, and you used magic when Muggles were around."
"Yes, because..."
Harry was desperate at the question and rushed to defend himself.
Before he could say anything, he was interrupted, and Amelia asked: "You transformed into a complete patron saint?"
"Yes."
"A physical patron saint?"
"A...what?" Harry was a little confused.
Amelia continued: "Your patron saint has a clear form, rather than a cloud of steam or smoke?"
"Yes," Harry said desperately, not knowing what she was going to do. "It's a stag, every time."
"every time?"
"Amelia Susan Bones," Old Barty interrupted impatiently, "What we need is an interrogation."
Amelia said: "It's really amazing. It's really amazing that he can transform into a real patron saint at his age."
The sudden compliment made Harry confused about the situation, but Old Barty knew what she wanted to do.
A young wizard with outstanding talents can always make strangers feel good to him.
He warned displeasedly: "You should look at another student in Hogwarts. That kid could expel a hundred dementors in the third grade. What we should be discussing is that he used magic in front of Muggles! "
Amelia shut her mouth.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
