Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

kill?

The moment he heard this word, Sebastian realized that Fudge was trying to silence Harry and then frame the Dementor's death on Harry.

What a good hand of cards.

It just so happened that Harry also took the initiative to admit that he used the Patronus to attack the Dementors on the grounds of self-protection, so it was not surprising that two Dementors died at his hands.

In addition, Harry kept interrupting Fudge just now. As a result, there was no telling how many wizards present would have a bad impression of Harry, thinking that he was an arrogant, rude, impulsive, and reckless teenager with problems.

When it comes time to vote, there is a high probability that these people will vote for Harry being guilty.

This was indeed the case. After Fudge finished speaking, many people at the scene started pointing fingers at Harry.

"After all, Dementors are ostensibly employees of the Ministry of Magic, and Harry Potter shouldn't have killed them."

"It's indeed a bit harsh. It would be better to drive him away."

"How did Dumbledore teach us? How did he make the Savior become so extreme?"

"That's normal. Dumbledore is also a guy who doesn't speak the truth. He said the You-Know-Who was back, but now there's no news at all."

Amid the discussions of the crowd, Sebastian looked at the complacent Fudge and curled the corners of his mouth into a meaningful smile.

interesting!

Fudge became smarter and more ruthless, all with the intention of sending Harry to Azkaban.

Fortunately, I was well prepared and asked Harry to use the most advanced magic camera as a behavior recorder, otherwise this time mud would really have fallen into my crotch, which would have been shit if not shit.

However, now that he has the powerful weapon of magic image in his hand, the more Fudge acts now, the more he will look like a clown later.

Thinking of this, Sebastian leaned back in his chair and watched Fudge's performance quietly. He wanted to see how Fudge would continue the play.

Unlike Sebastian's calmness, Amelia didn't know what was going on, so she asked with a frown.

"Cornelly, why are Dementors in Little Whinging? And what about the patrols you just mentioned?"

Fudge turned his eyes away from Harry, looked up at Amelia, and said seriously, "You should ask Albus Dumbledore, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot."

"At the end of June, he held a Wizengamot meeting and stated with certainty that You-Know-Who was back."

"Although I don't believe his lies, as the Minister of Magic, I must be responsible for the safety of the wizarding world."

Fudge was extremely proud in his heart. Not only could he teach the savior a lesson, but he could also drive Dumbledore out of the chief position. It was like killing two birds with one stone.

He walked down from the judge's seat and paced in front of everyone, speaking in a sincere tone.

"With a serious attitude, I assigned a task to Yaxley, which is to let him arrange Dementors to patrol and find and verify the traces of the resurrection of the mysterious man."

"As for the specific patrol route, I don't know. We can call Yaxley over. I believe he will be happy to explain it to us all."

Under Fudge's arrangement, Yaxley came in with a thick stack of information.

Fudge waved his wand and gave a copy of the information to every wizard present, even Harry Potter and Dumbledore, whom he hated.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Yaxley stepped forward at Fudge's signal and explained in a loud voice, "I am Yaxley, the person in charge of the Dementor patrol project. The information in your hands is exactly the patrol route I planned for the Dementors. I must admit that they are all good and conscientious employees."

"As you can see, there are several patrol routes in the data, and each route is managed by two Dementors. Since Mr. Potter has identified a group of Death Eaters to the Minister, these patrol routes cover the homes of all suspects."

"As for the Little Whinging area where Mr. Potter is, it is naturally on one of the patrol routes. After all, if the You-Know-Who really comes back, given his hatred for Mr. Potter, he is likely to cause trouble for him."

"But..." Yaxley stretched out his voice, his face full of regret, "I never expected that the Dementor who was supposed to be responsible for protecting Mr. Potter would die in his hands. It's so sad and lamentable!"

"I don't understand why Mr. Potter has such a big prejudice against Dementors, but my data shows that in the past month, these Dementors have not harmed even one Muggle."

"It's not surprising," Fudge said at the right time. "Before, in order to capture Sirius Black, the Dementors lost control and rushed into the Hogwarts campus. Therefore, the teachers and students of Hogwarts don't like or even hate Dementors. I believe that Mr. Potter killed the Dementors who were protecting him for this reason."

The evidence was clear, and with Yaxley and Fudge singing the same tune, most of the wizards present soon became disgusted with Harry.

Umbridge looked at everything in front of her calmly without saying a word, but the excitement in her eyes betrayed her mood.

All of this was her plan. According to Yaxley's approach, he could only disgust the savior but could not really do anything to him, so she thought about it for a long time and came up with the idea of ​​framing him as a supplement to Yaxley's plan.

Since Yax couldn't use the Patronus, she personally used the Patronus to kill the two Dementors this time.

They are just two Dementors. If they die, they die. Besides, it can also prevent other people from finding those two Dementors and asking them what the truth is.

In this way, besides preventing the savior from turning over, he can also take revenge on the Dementors. It was these ugly things that attacked him and made him look bad in Hogwarts before.

Looking at Harry Potter on the field, Umbridge felt as refreshed as if she had drunk a glass of ice cola on a hot summer day.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Fudge said with a look of deep sorrow, "I was also worried that the You-Know-Who would really come back, so I did not send the Aurors to patrol, in case they really discovered the You-Know-Who's whereabouts and died in vain."

"I asked the Dementors to undertake this difficult task, but I didn't expect that they didn't find any trace of the You-Know-Who and instead died at the hands of their own people."

"In order to prevent these heroes from shedding blood and tears," Fudge returned to the judge's seat, glanced at everyone, and said righteously, "The defendant, Harry Potter, deliberately killed a law enforcement employee of the Ministry of Magic. He will be sentenced to two years in Azkaban."

"However... considering Harry Potter's identity as the savior, the Ministry of Magic cannot bear to see this promising young man neglect his studies."

"Therefore, I am willing to give him a chance. As long as Mr. Potter is willing to admit his mistakes in front of the public media and apologize to the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors, I can exempt him from his sentence."

Fudge looked at Harry calmly, his heart filled with a sense of victory.

This wave is called killing people and destroying their hearts.

Admit your mistake or serve two years in prison, the choice is yours, savior Harry Potter!