![]() ![]() You - er - got our - er - message that the time and -er - place of the hearing had been changed, then?" "Ah," said Fudge, who looked thoroughly disconcerted. He wanted to catch Dumbledore's eye, but Dumbledore was not looking his way he was continuing to look up at the obviously flustered Fudge. Some looked annoyed, others slightly frightened two elderly witches in the back row, however, raised their hands and waved in welcome.Ī powerful emotion had risen in Harry's chest at the sight of Dumbledore, a fortified, hopeful feeling rather like that which phoenix song gave him. The members of the Wizengamot were muttering. His long silver beard and hair gleamed in the torchlight as he drew level with Harry and looked up at Fudge through the half-moon spectacles that rested halfway down his very crooked nose. "Witness for the defence, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," said a quiet voice from behind Harry, who turned his head so fast he cricked his neck.ĭumbledore was striding serenely across the room wearing long midnight-blue robes and a perfectly calm expression. "Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. "Disciplinary hearing of the twelfth of August," said Fudge in a ringing voice, and Percy began taking notes at once, "into offences committed under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and the International Statute of Secrecy by Harry James Potter, resident at number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Percy's eyes, behind his horn-rimmed glasses, were fixed on his parchment, a quill poised in his hand. Harry looked at Percy, expecting some sign of recognition from him, but none came. Ron's brother Percy was sitting at the very end of the front bench. "Yes, sir," said an eager voice Harry knew. ![]() The accused being present - finally -let us begin. On Fudge's right was another witch, but she was sitting so far back on the bench that her face was in shadow. Fudge was a portly man who often sported a lime-green bowler hat, though today he had dispensed with it he had dispensed, too, with the indulgent smile he had once worn when he spoke to Harry.Ī broad, square-jawed witch with very short grey hair sat on Fudge's left she wore a monocle and looked forbidding. In the very middle of the front row sat Cornelius Fudge, the Minister for Magic. There were about fifty of them, all, as far as he could see, wearing plum-coloured robes with an elaborately worked silver W on the left-hand side of the chest and all staring down their noses at him, some with very austere expressions, others looks of frank curiosity. Feeling rather sick, he looked up at the people seated at the bench above. When he sat gingerly on the edge of the chair the chains clinked threateningly, but did not bind him. His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked across the stone floor. He had seen those chains spring to life and bind whoever sat between them. Harry dropped his gaze to the chair in the centre of the room, the arms of which were covered in chains. That is not the Wizengamot's fault," said the voice. "Sorry," said Harry nervously "I – I didn't know the time had been changed." Harry had come to the Ministry with Arthur in the early morning and discovered that it was a good thing, given that the time of the trial had been moved up by several hours. Let's get it done." As Arthur Weasley led him toward the Muggle Liaison office, Harry thought back to what had happened just a few minutes earlier. Nobody will think too much about it with you waiting around for me here today, sir." It's far better that they be done now, while I'm here, rather than force people to take time out of their busy schedules to bring me back here." He murmured quietly to the man, "Also, it's much safer in terms of what I think they call operational security. "I'm sorry, Mr Weasley, but there are things that I need to do first, and they have to be done here at the Ministry. Harry Potter had been stunned when it had happened, but that moment had passed, and now he was taking charge. "Harry, I'm so sorry about what happened, but we need to get you back to … the house, and quickly," Arthur Weasley said. Don't think I've ever seen anyone do this, though. So begins another "Harry gets his wand snapped at the Ministry hearing" story. ![]()
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