Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

At six o'clock in the morning, Harry suddenly woke up from his dream under the influence of his biological clock. He had woken up almost at this time every day during his recent special training, so he did not feel any discomfort from getting up early.

He lay on the bed, motionless, staring at the ceiling with his eyes open. Slowly, the thought of going to the Ministry of Magic for trial began to fill his mind.

Although he had always pretended to be indifferent in front of his friends and did not take the trial to heart, when the day really came, Harry found that he really could not remain calm.

It couldn't be said that he was panicking, but an indescribable pressure made it difficult for him to calm down.

He closed his eyes and quickly recalled the preparations he had made in the past few days: defense strategy, legal provisions, questions that might be raised, suggestions from Hermione and others, etc. Only after he was sure that there was nothing missing did he reach out for his glasses and put them on, then climbed out of bed.

After washing up, he reluctantly ate some breakfast. Although his stomach felt like something was blocking it, he knew he had to keep himself energetic.

The friends also got up early, and they gathered around Harry. Ron tried to lighten the atmosphere with jokes, while Hermione kept nagging about some precautions. Ginny gave her blessings solemnly, and Neville clenched his fist to cheer him up.

Finally, Mia smiled and hugged Harry: "Harry, relax, with Sebastian here, you will be fine. Today's trial is just a formality, don't worry too much about Fudge's attitude."

"Got it, Aunt Mia." Harry smiled and waved, then followed Sebastian through the fireplace to the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic was at its busiest time of the morning. Green flames kept flickering in the fireplace, and wizards in robes walked out one after another. They walked in a hurry. Some were whispering to their companions, while others were holding documents in one hand and drinking coffee in the other. They looked busy and methodical.

Following the crowd to the hall, a fountain with a golden statue came into view, with water splashing and making a soft gurgling sound. The ceiling of the hall was high, and it was glittering with flowing rune light, which looked both magnificent and mysterious.

Harry looked around in a daze. Everything here was so new and shocking to him that for a moment he even forgot that he was here to be tried.

Sebastian patted his shoulder and said, "Come on, I'll take you to register. Originally, when you first come to the Ministry of Magic, you should go through the telephone booth above the Ministry of Magic and register before coming in. But it doesn't matter, it's the same if you go to register manually now."

As he walked, he touched his clothes with his wand and changed them into the purple-red standard robes of the Wizengamot, then took out an exquisite "W" badge and pinned it on his chest.

After seeing Sebastian and his attire, the staff at the registration desk quickly helped Harry complete all the formalities. Even the wand check was only done symbolically and the whole process took no more than 20 seconds.

Taking the elevator down, they soon arrived at the second floor of the Ministry of Magic.

With a ding, the elevator door opened and Sebastian's old friend Amelia Burns walked in.

"Sebastian, you're here quite early. Fudge has just changed the time and location of Mr. Potter's trial. It will start promptly at 8 o'clock in Courtroom 10. I was thinking about whether I should use my magic phone to contact you."

The time was actually advanced by an hour?

Even the location has changed?

I haven't heard any news at all.

Is Fudge so shameless that he would use such a trick?

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief, and he had a clearer understanding of Fudge's bottom line.

"What will happen if I miss this trial?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Fudge will definitely take this opportunity to make it an ironclad case, leaving you no chance of turning the tables," Amelia nodded at Harry. "Even if others guess that someone is behind this and is deliberately targeting you, as long as you don't show up, Fudge will have ten thousand reasons to throw all the dirty water on you."

You want to kill me completely, right?

"Interesting," Harry said through gritted teeth, angrily, "I'm looking forward to my trial today."

Sebastian shrugged at Amelia. "I knew Fudge and the others wouldn't be so disciplined, so I brought Harry here after seven o'clock. Look, isn't this a coincidence? Let's go to the Tenth Courtroom together. I hope Fudge's face won't be so ugly."

The elevator reached the bottom floor. The three of them got off and walked along the corridor for a distance before coming to a dark door.

"What the hell, Fudge actually used the courtroom just because the little wizard cast a spell outside the school. It should have been enough to just ask a few questions in my office." Amelia complained softly, very dissatisfied with Fudge's abuse of power.

"He wants to demonstrate the minister's power in this way," Sebastian said, pushing open the door and looking at the chair in the middle of the room. "In fact, I think Fudge would rather Dumbledore be the one sitting there for trial."

"Harry, go sit in that chair. If you're really nervous, a little tranquilizer would be of great help."

Tranquilizer?

No need at all!

Today I must let Fudge see that I am not a small character who can be easily messed with.

Harry lowered his head and his eyes fell on the lone chair in the middle of the room. The armrests of the chair were covered with heavy chains, hanging there coldly, like venomous snakes ready to strike. He had no doubt that if necessary, these chains would immediately spring up and lock anyone sitting on it tightly.

However, there was no trace of fear on his face. He just raised his foot, walked firmly to the chair, and sat down without hesitation.

Looking around, Harry's eyes swept across the gradually rising, empty auditorium, then he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, like a fighter waiting for the arena to begin.

Gradually, more and more people came into the courtroom. Fudge also appeared here, but when he saw Harry who was so calm, his face became gloomy.

Obviously, he did not expect Harry Potter to appear here, and from the discussions of the people around him, he learned that Harry had arrived earlier than everyone else.

Damn!

What should Umbridge do? Didn't she tell the owl to fly around in the sky a few more times and deliver the letter later?

It would be great if the Savior and Sebastian were late today. Not only would the suspense of the Savior's case be lost, but Sebastian would also leave everyone with the impression of being unpunctual.

Fudge glanced around the courtroom and found that Dumbledore was not there, which made him feel much more relieved.

Fortunately, Dumbledore did not show up. He was the defender of the savior. As long as he did not show up, the savior was like dough and could be manipulated however one wanted.

When it was eight o'clock, Dumbledore still hadn't shown up. Fudge suppressed his pride, stood up on the judge's bench, and said seriously.

"Very good, everyone is here, let's start today's trial."

"Interrogators: Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, Dolores Umbridge, Senior Under-Secretary..."

Before he could finish his words, the door of the courtroom opened, interrupting Fudge.

Dumbledore strode in, looking at Fudge with sharp eyes through his half-moon glasses, his long beard gleaming in the light.

"For the Defence: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."