Hogwarts's Master of Mind

Arthur's office was very small, filled with all kinds of Muggle items, and there were several posters on the walls.

The sharp-eyed Aiden also saw a diagram of the engine's structure.

A small paper airplane flew to the director's ear, and a voice was played from it.

"Director, the trial has been moved forward, and the venue has been changed from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to the Wizengamot. Fudge has also temporarily summoned all Wizengamot members."

The voice that came from the paper plane was Oliver's. Judging from the footsteps in the voice, it seemed that the notification was sent in a hurry.

Aiden glanced back at Harry, "Fudge didn't send you any notification."

"No." Harry began to understand the filthiness of this.

"That damn politician," Sirius snapped.

"Hurry up and go to the Wizengamot, there's still time." Aiden said.

"I'll leave Harry to you." Arthur said to the director and Aiden.

The group rushed to the Wizengamot without stopping.

At the gate, the director wanted to follow them in, but was stopped by Aiden.

"???" The director looked at Aiden in confusion.

"Don't go in directly, it will expose your relationship with us." Aiden explained.

Harry walked in and sat on a chair. The surrounding platforms were crowded with people. Amelia Bones gave Fudge an impatient look.

Then, the director arrived late. Fudge on the stage frowned, but he knocked the gavel and began the trial.

Aiden stood outside the door and sensed that a huge source of magic power was approaching him.

"Waiting for me?" said Dumbledore.

"Aren't you afraid that your students will be taken advantage of by them?" Aiden said with a double meaning.

"Just them?" Dumbledore raised the corner of his mouth, not knowing who he was referring to.

In the courtroom, Fudge kept reading his own name and those of his colleagues, trying to put pressure on Harry.

Then, Aiden broke in first.

“It’s quite lively.”

A certain dragon smiled sweetly to the entire judgement seat. Although the smile was sweet, some people on the stage felt a chill for some reason.

"Who are you and why are you interfering in the court?" Fudge wanted to take the opportunity to drive Aiden out.

"I am Aiden Imperial Prewett, recipient of the Order of Merlin, second class, creator of the Transfiguration spell, creator of the Werewolf Curse, and also the head of the Prewett Family!"

Aiden's long title immediately suppressed Fudge's momentum. He leaned lightly against the fence of the courtroom to express his disdain for them.

"Oh, by the way, I am a witness in this case, according to the magic regulations..."

"That's enough...you stay." Fudge had no way to deal with this troublemaker.

Aiden smiled and prepared to watch the show.

"We will now judge the criminal Harry James Potter, of 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey..."

"And of course his advocate, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

Dumbledore walked to the middle, waved his wand and conjured up two pink polished armchairs with printed cotton cushions, sat down on them, and extended his hand to invite Aiden.

When it comes to sarcasm, the old ones are the most experienced. Aiden sat down decisively and took out the lemon juice and handed it to Dumbledore.

Looking at the afternoon tea set in front of him, Fudge was furious.

"That's enough. You are no longer the President of the International Confederation of Wizards and the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot. Now show me some respect."

The poor clown had no idea who he was yelling at, but unfortunately the Afternoon Tea Duo had no intention of giving him any respect.

In order to prevent the hearing from becoming a laughing stock, Ms. Amelia Bones next to her had no choice but to snatch Fudge's hammer and hit it hard.

Fudge calmed down and instructed Percy to get the trial materials.

Percy walked out with his head down, not daring to meet Aiden's eyes.

Aiden's cousin broke with his family in pursuit of power, had a big fight with Arthur, and moved out.

Later, when Mrs. Molly went to find him, he responded coldly. Aiden was so angry that he punched him and pinned him to the wall. In the end, it was Mrs. Molly who pulled him away.

Now, Percy's relationship with his family has reached a freezing point.

Percy lowered his head and brought the materials to the trial table. Fudge flipped through the documents and began to ask questions.

"You are, Harry James Potter, and you were given a warning three years ago for using magic," Fudge asked.

"Yes, but that's... (elf)" Harry began but was interrupted.

"And you used the Patronus Charm again this time, right?" Fudge pressed on.

"Yes, but that's because... (Dementors)" Harry wanted to explain but was interrupted again.

"You know, you can't use magic outside of school if you're under seventeen, right?" Fudge smiled.

"Yes, but... (defense)"

"You know you were in a Muggle gathering place at the time, and there was a Muggle with you when you cast the spell, right?" Fudge felt confident of victory.

"Yes, but... (suburbs, relatives)"

"Well, fellow wizards of the Wizengamot, we... (death penalty, death penalty)" Fudge was about to speak, but it was Harry's turn to interrupt him.

"I used the Patronus because there were Dementors around," Harry shouted.

"Dementors?" Amelia Bones repeated, catching the point.

"Muggles can't see Dementors, right? You're lying." Fudge wanted to pin Harry to death.

"Perhaps we should talk about Dementors. A child under the age of seventeen who can use such pure white magic should not be a habitual liar." Amelia Bones said.

"How do you know..." Fudge wanted to change the subject.

But this time it was his turn to be interrupted, Aiden said,

"Dear wise Wizengamot wizards, are you willing to give this boy with profound attainments in white magic a chance to prove himself? Please give us your votes."

The wizards on the stage thought for a while and raised their hands.

"Then, as the first witness, I will present my evidence." Aiden took out a photo stone.

Fudge's eyes widened immediately and he looked at Umbridge, who shook her head vigorously at him.

The scene of the Photo Stone played, and the scene came to Azkaban, where two people in black robes expelled six Dementors.

Six Dementors were driven all the way to Little Whinging and attacked Harry.

The most important thing is that the viewing angle of the photo stone slowly approaches the two men in black robes, taking a clear picture of their faces.

The two were the Aurors guarded by senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, organized by Fudge and controlled by Umbridge.

As we all know, videos from the magic world cannot be photoshopped.

As soon as these two faces appeared, all eyes were focused on Fudge's face.

"Besides, the Ministry of Magic probably has no record of detecting Harry Potter using magic..." Aiden narrowed his eyes.

"Someone witnessed it. They saw Harry Potter casting a spell as they passed by. We can provide proof!"

Fudge hurriedly changed the subject and tried to bring the incident back to his own track.