I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

The girlish thin voice gave John goosebumps and looked up.

Even though she was wearing a red robe, the pink collar inside was still exposed.

A broad, slack 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 moment, Umbridge was surprised when he saw Johnny Silver Hand approaching.

"Your Excellency Johnny Silverhand, I think this is the first time we have met officially." She giggled and held out her hand, "Dolores Jane Umbridge."

John really wanted to turn around and leave, but he thought that Umbridge would take the blame, so he stretched out his hand and touched it, and immediately retracted it, and said calmly, "You sent me a letter, I saw it."

These words surprised Umbridge very much.

Barty Sr. wore a fuchsia robe with a delicate silver 'W' embroidered on the left breast, which was the dress of all the Wizengamot courts.

Except John.

A purple robe looked different from the surroundings, and the appearance of the silver mask made some people whisper.

Amelia is 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 Batty said, "Mr. Johnny Silverhand was invited by me. He came as a consultant to the Ministry of Magic."

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

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

Old Batty interrupted Amelia, they were full of gunpowder.

Regarding the arrest of a large number of Death Eaters by Old Batty, these things are also the reason why the people believe him to draw big pies.

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

Amelia took a deep look at the silver mask and said nothing more.

The other Wizengamots also kept their mouths shut, and many showed friendly smiles at John.

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

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

"Your Excellency Johnny Silver Hand, if you don't mind, you can sit here."

A voice came, Dharma Alex, who also had a place in the Wizengamot.

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

Dharma Alex was wearing a red robe, with a cane in his hand, and said with a smile: "The only person who survived the Dark Lord's Killing Curse, it's hard not to be interested."

John was noncommittal 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 now." Damo Alex and John whispered.

John didn't mind using his real name.

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

Dharma Alex stopped talking, and he looked away with a fiery look on his face.

Harry Potter.

Since the light in this place was not very good, and John was sitting on the upper side, Harry didn't notice it.

Harry was plodding, not even if Hermione and Mr. Weasley had told him that the Ministry would not convict him.

He counterattacks passively.

But such an environment made him unable to bear some calf cramps.

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

He saw with his own eyes how old Barty sat in that position, swung his hammer and sent the Death Eaters sitting in the middle into Azkaban one by one.

Now he's going to take that seat.

As the Wizengamot watched silently, a surge of pressure surged.

"Harry Potter." Old Batty said, "Sit in your seat."

"I suppose the Wizengamot told you where you were coming?"

"Yes, sir."

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

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

Half of his buttocks sat cautiously on the chair, the chains on it rattled.

Fortunately, it didn't happen like he saw in the Pensieve, chained up.

Feeling dizzy and nauseated in his head, he kept himself calm and awake, and looked up.

Some people in the Wizengamot couldn't see well because of the light.

This kind of mystery is even more stressful.

Old Barty sat in the middle, and next to him was Amelia and a big mom-like person.

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

Percy was present as scorer, while Barty Sr. laid the groundwork for him to later be part of the Wizengamot.

Harry wanted to say hello to him, as this was the only acquaintance he was there.

But Percy didn't give him a look at all.

Although Percy is rational, he still broods over Heinrich's affairs.

"Trial on August 8th," said Batty Sr. in a tone-deaf voice, "the trial of Harry James Potter, 12 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for violating the "Reasonable Restraint on Underage Wizards" Act and the International Statute of Secrecy Act.”

"Questioner: Barty Crouch, Minister for Magic;

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

Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge.

Interrogation Recorder: Percy Ignatius Weasley. "

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

He was wearing a black and blue robe, with a very peaceful expression.

He walked over to Harry's side and looked up.

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

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

He sat up and looked up in one direction.

The silver mask over there is watching here.

Old Batty saw that he had brought his own chair, so he didn't continue to say anything, but 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 allegations, and this time, knowing that his behavior was illegal, he used it in front of Muggles at 8:2 p.m. Cast a Patronus Charm.

This behavior violated the third paragraph of the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act" promulgated in 1875 and Article 13 of the "International Federation of Wizards' Secrecy Act". "

After the old Batty finished reading, he asked Harry, "Are you Harry James Potter who lives at No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey?"

"Yes." Harry replied.

Old Batty continued to ask, "Three years ago, you were formally warned by the Ministry of Magic for using magic illegally?"

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

Old Batty looked at him and asked, "Then two years ago, you once inflated a Muggle, why was that?"

"That's because, because..." Harry recalled Minister Fudge laughing at him in the third grade, saying that the Ministry of Magic would send him to Azkaban because some little wizard flattered his aunt.

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

Harry immediately remembered that before he entered school, he had changed the glass in the reptile hall to let the boa constrictor inside escape.

"This is a dangerous behavior!" Barty Sr. said loudly with sternness in his words, "This is the third time you have violated the regulations of the Ministry of Magic."

Old Batty has a wealth of interrogation experience, which makes Harry feel pressured.

"You know you're under 17, and you're not allowed to use magic outside of school, right? You were in a densely populated Muggle area, and you were using magic while there were Muggles around."

"Yes, because..."

Desperately questioned, Harry hurried to defend himself.

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted, and Amelia asked, "Have you conjured up a complete Patronus?"

"Yes."

"A physical Patronus?"

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

Amelia continued: "Your Patronus has a clear form, not a cloud of steam or smoke?"

"Yes," Harry said desperately, not knowing exactly what she was going to do, "it was a stag, every time."

"every time?"

"Amelia Susan Bones," Barty Sr. 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 this age."

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

A young wizard with outstanding talent, always able to bring good feelings to strangers.

He warned angrily: "You should look at another student at Hogwarts, that kid can expel a hundred dementors in the third year, we should be talking about him using magic in front of Muggles! "

Amelia shut her mouth.

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