Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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The only good thing is that the number of squibs is very small. Experts generally believe that because the magic genetics are at an advantage and are actively active, it is very rare in the magic world that the offspring will not be able to use magic.

Correspondingly, this has greatly increased the misfortune of the Squib.

How to let the Squib learn to use magic has always been one of the difficult problems in magic medicine, and many people have studied it.

Also, it's worth noting the difference between a Squib and a Silent...

Chapter 891 Murder Charges

Unlike Squibs, which do not possess magical powers, Obscures have strong spellcasting abilities.

However, due to various reasons, their magical talents were not normally discovered and had to be suppressed in their bodies.

This situation was very common before magic schools were established. Even now, it is a common phenomenon in Asia. Those magic schools and schools of magic that focus on blood inheritance and chance blessings will not easily recruit students.

Generally speaking, as time goes by, the magic power suppressed in the body will gradually dissipate.

A wizard who could have achieved something ends up being a Muggle without magic, like a Squib.

However, if these people receive serious spiritual stimulation during this process, the distortion of their personality will infect the suppressed energy in the body, and the two will interact with each other, and the dark power that has been infected and demonized will eventually give birth to its own consciousness.

It parasitizes the host's body and draws power until the dormitory can't supply the energy it needs and dies.

When the host is extremely emotionally out of control, it will be swallowed by this terrible consciousness and become a silent person with terrible power.

A long time ago, there were dark wizards who tried to artificially create a large number of obscurants in order to conquer the world.

Dark wizards search for children with magical powers in large numbers, and hold them in uninhabited islands or prisons. They don't teach them how to use magic, but they keep torturing them until they are completely swallowed by hatred and become weapons for war. .

This is an extremely evil act, which is resisted by the entire wizarding world.

As the trial continued, Fudge became more irritable.

"On the night of August 8, at about nine o'clock, I went out to the corner store at the intersection of Wisteria Road to buy cat food." Under Fudge's interrogation, Mrs. Figg immediately spoke hastily, as if she had already asked for cat food. I recited everything I said, "Later, I heard commotion in the alley between Magnolia Crescent Street and Wisteria Road. When I walked to the entrance of the alley, I saw a dementor running..."

"Run?" said Ms. Burns sharply. "Dementors don't run, they just slide."

"That's what I mean." Mrs. Figg said hastily, blushing on her withered face, "sliding down the alley and jumping at what looked like two boys."

"What do they look like?" said Ms. Burns, her eyes narrowed so tightly that the rim of the monocle sank into her flesh.

"Oh, one is big and the other is skinny—"

"No, no," said Ms. Burns impatiently. "I mean dementors. Describe them."

"Oh!" said Mrs. Figg, the blush now creeping down her neck. "They're big, big, in cloaks."

Hearing her description, Harry felt his heart sink horribly.

Whatever Mrs. Figg said, it sounded to him like she'd only seen pictures of Dementors at best, and pictures simply couldn't convey the true nature of those creatures: the eerie, horrific way they hovered inches above the ground. the horrid look they gave off; the horrible creaking sound they made as they devoured the air around them.

On the second row of benches, a short, chubby male wizard with a big black beard whispered in the ear of a curly-haired female wizard next to him.

The witch smiled triumphantly and nodded.

"Large, wearing a cape?!" Ms. Burns repeated, and Fudge snorted sarcastically. "I see. Is there anything else to add?"

"Yes," said Mrs. Figg, "I felt them, and everything grew cold, remember it was a very hot summer's night. And then I felt as if all the joy had vanished from the world." Now, I remembered the terrible thing, a long, long time ago, the night when I was proved incapable of casting spells, my grandma hugged me..."

Her voice trembled and gradually faded away.

Ms. Bones's eyes were slightly dilated, and she could see the red marks under her eyebrows where the lenses had just sunk.

"What did the dementors do?" she asked softly.

"They sprang at the two boys," said Mrs. Figg, her voice stronger and more confident now, her blush gone, and she seemed to recall exactly what had happened. "One boy fell and the other fell. One was backing away trying to fight off the dementor. That was Harry, he tried twice and all he got was silver smoke. He tried a third time and he had a Patronus. The Patronus rushed and hit Knocked out the first Dementor, then it mustered up its courage and drove the second away from Cousin Harry. Yes, that's what happened."

When Mrs. Figg finished speaking, her voice became a little weak again.

Ms. Burns looked silently at Mrs. Figg, while Fudge ignored her and fiddled with his papers.

Finally, he raised his eyes and said a little aggressively, "That's what you saw, wasn't it?"

"It was what happened," repeated Mrs. Figg.

"Fine!" said Fudge. "You can go."

Mrs. Figg looked timidly at Fudge, then at Dumbledore, then got up and shuffled towards the door.

The door can be heard slamming shut behind her.

"An unknown Squib," said Fudge haughtily. "This witness is not very convincing."

"Oh, I don't think so!" said Ms. Burns in her sonorous voice. "She has described the power of the attack on the dementors so accurately that I can't imagine why she would say that if they weren't there." .”

"Is that so? The dementor ran into a Muggle residential area and happened to meet a wizard?" Fudge said contemptuously. "You don't really believe this story, does it? The possibility must be very small. Even Bagman wouldn't bet on..."

"I don't think any of us would believe that it was a coincidence that the Dementors were there," said Dumbledore softly.

Umbridge, who was seated to Fudge's right, moved slightly, her face once again in shadow since Dumbledore's entry.

But no one else moved or said a word.

"What the hell do you mean?" Fudge asked coldly.

"Meaning I think they were sent," said Dumbledore.

"If someone had ordered two dementors to roam around Little Whinging, we'd have a record!" growled Fudge, "but no, we've got nothing here."

"If these two dementors have recently taken orders from someone outside the Ministry of Magic, it is not certain," said Dumbledore calmly. "I have already told you my opinion on the matter. Connelly."

"Yes, you did!" said Fudge forcefully, "and I have no reason to believe that your opinion is not nonsense, Dumbledore. The dementors are still strictly obeying our orders and staying in Azka in good order." class."

"Then..." said Dumbledore in a steady but clear tone, "we must ask ourselves why did someone at the Ministry of Magic order two dementors into that alley on August 8nd?"

As soon as these words were finished, there was silence on the field.

"May I add something?" Ivan said in a timely manner, not caring about Fudge's expression, and said all his thoughts, "I mentioned the relevant suggestion in the newspaper, since Mr. Minister firmly believes that the dementors are still strictly obeying Ministry of Magic order, why not check internally, is someone in the Ministry ordering dementors to attack Harry in the Muggle community. In my opinion, this matter may not be simple, it involves a terrible Conspiracy and murder..."

Chapter 892 One-sided Trial

As soon as Ivan finished speaking, Umbridge moved uneasily again.

"Murder?" said Fudge gruffly. "Nonsense, it sounds ridiculous. You've made up too many stories over the years, from basilisks to You-Know-Who, and now it's someone in the Ministry trying to kill Harry Potter." special?"

"But this is very likely to be true, Mr. Minister." Ai Wen said, "Just look it up and you will know that if someone ordered the dementor, it will definitely leave clues, and the Ministry of Magic has the right to order dementors." There are not many soul monsters..."

"You don't mean to say I'm trying to murder Harry Potter, do you?!" roared Fudge, his face flushed maroon. "Crazy, not normal at all. Look, Dumbledore, this It's the student you taught, you don't believe in this kid's nonsense, do you?"

There are no more than five people in the Ministry of Magic who can control the dementors, and Fudge naturally thinks that Ivan will talk about him.

He is now like a powder keg that explodes at the slightest touch.

It is simply impossible to reason with him and analyze this matter calmly.

Umbridge coughed softly, leaned out from the shadows, and could see her clearly.

She was like a big pale toad, squat and squat, with a broad, flabby face, with a neck like Harry's Uncle Vernon, with a big drooping mouth and big eyes, Round, slightly convex outward.

Even the little black velvet bow in her short curly hair reminded one of a large fly.

It looked like she was about to stick out her long sticky tongue to catch it.

"Oh!" gasped Fudge. "The Chair has granted the floor to Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge."

So she began to speak in a high-pitched voice that fussed like a little girl.

"I'm sorry, I believe I must have misunderstood you," she said, with a smirk on her face, her big round eyes still as indifferent as before, "I'm so stupid, but I think For a brief moment this Mr Mason seemed to be accusing the Ministry of Magic of ordering the attack on the boy?"

She laughed like a silver bell, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

Several members of the Wizengamot laughed with her, but none of them really found it funny, that was all too obvious.

"It's just a possibility, and it's not the Ministry of Magic, but someone in the Ministry of Magic."

"What difference does it make?" said Fudge angrily.

"I think what Ai Wen said is very reasonable, and that's exactly what I want to say." Dumbledore said mildly, "If it is true that the dementors only accept orders from the Ministry of Magic, if the two dementors take orders from the Ministry of Magic for a week Harry and his cousin were indeed attacked before, so logically, it is possible that someone from the Ministry of Magic ordered the dementors to attack. Of course, these two special dementors may not be under the control of the Ministry of Magic. ..."

"There's no Dementor out of the hands of the Ministry!" snapped Fudge.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, keeping a smile on his face.

"Obviously, then, the Ministry of Magic will no doubt thoroughly investigate why those two dementors came so far from Azkaban, and why they attacked people without permission."

"Enough is enough, enough is enough, Dumbledore, it's not up to you to decide what the Ministry of Magic does or doesn't do!" Fudge said roughly, his face was completely purple at the moment, "you and your body Don't tell the Ministry of Magic what to do with that kid next to you, you don't have that right."

"Of course it is." Dumbledore said unhurriedly, "But as an ordinary person who is concerned about the progress of this matter, I just express my belief that this matter will be investigated and found out."

He glanced at Ms. Burns, who readjusted her monocle and stared at Dumbledore again, as if understanding something.

"I want to remind you that the behavior of those two dementors, even if they were not the product of these two children's wild imagination, is not the topic of this interrogation!" said Fudge, panting heavily, turning his head away from them, "We are here to interrogate Harry Potter for violating the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act!"

"Of course it is!" Dumbledore said, "but the appearance of dementors in the alley is closely related to this case. Article [-] of the Act states that magic can be used in front of Muggles under special circumstances. Exceptional circumstances include when the life of the wizard himself or other wizards or Muggles who are present at the same time is threatened..."

"We are very familiar with the content of Article [-], thank you so much!" Fudge roared.

"Of course it is." Dumbledore said evenly, "Then we all agree that the circumstances in which Harry used the Invoke Guardian Charm fall within the scope of the special circumstances described in Article [-]?"

"That said, if there were dementors, I highly doubt it."

"You have already listened to an eyewitness account." Dumbledore interrupted him, "If you still suspect that she is not telling the truth, you might as well call her in again and ask questions again, I think she will definitely not object. "

"I, that, I, no..." Fudge growled angrily, fiddling with the paper in front of him, "I want to end this today, Dumbledore!"

"However, you will certainly take the trouble to listen to a witness, because rashness can lead to serious miscalculation."

"Serious misjudgment, my God!" Fudge said at the top of his voice, "Dumbledore, have you ever bothered to calculate how many ridiculous lies this kid made up to cover up his blatant publicity outside the school?" Abuse of magic! I think you have probably forgotten the transfiguration spell he used three years ago..."

"That's not me, it's a house-elf!" said Harry.

"See?" growled Fudge, gesturing exaggeratedly in Harry's direction. "A house-elf, in a Muggle house, is that possible?"

"The house elf is currently employed by Ivan, and he is in the Hogwarts kitchen." Dumbledore said, "If you want, I can call him here to testify right away."

"I, no, I don't have time for house-elf bullshit! And, not only that, he blows up his aunt, for God's sake!" cried Fudge, slamming his fist on the judge's bench , knocked over a bottle of ink.

"You were very merciful in not bringing the charges, and I think you agree that even the best wizards don't always have control over their emotions," said Dumbledore calmly, as Fudge frantically wiped the ink from his notes.

"And Ivan Mason next to him, he has caused countless troubles in the past few years, we are too tolerant of these two children!" Fudge continued to shout, "Just last year's Quidditch In the World Cup finals, he fought that damned vampire in front of all the wizards in the world, and even used a shapeshifting technique..."

"Obviously, but this is not Ivan's mistake. It is something that the Ministry of Magic should be responsible for. If you can ensure the safety of the game, Ivan will not have to risk his life and fight with dangerous vampires. Connelly, are you Do you want to pursue this matter?"

Chapter 893 Winning the Case

"I, no, I'm not..."

Fudge's expression was as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly. Of course he couldn't pursue this matter.

To hold Irving accountable for using magic in the Quidditch World Cup final is like holding the Ministry of Magic itself accountable.

Aiwen helped the Ministry of Magic in the World Cup. In the past year, they spent countless painstaking efforts and efforts to make the eyes of wizards all over the world just turn away from this matter. I don't want to mention it.

"The kid, we all know he wasn't at Hogwarts last term..." Fudge changed direction.

"Yes, I have already talked to you specifically about this matter. At the invitation of the alchemist Nicole Flamel, Ivan is going to Beauxbatons for an academic exchange." Dumbledore said calmly, "He is Nico's student, and he studied alchemy with him."

There was another discussion in the trial seat, and many wizards began to look at Aiwen again.

They never thought that this little wizard would be a student of the famous alchemist Nicole Flamel.

You know, Niko has only partners in alchemy, and he has never heard of any wizard he took as an apprentice.

Since Aiwen has studied alchemy with Nico, his status has been greatly improved, and no one dares to underestimate this little wizard.

"But he wasn't in Beauxbatons, he was seen in Italy!" said Fudge angrily, trying to save face, "During his presence in Sicily, there was a riot among the giant tribes there. ..."

"You don't think it was Ivan who caused the turmoil in the giant tribe?" Dumbledore asked back, smiling.

As soon as he finished speaking, several wizards on the trial bench laughed.

Aiwen's size is not enough for the giant's teeth, let alone cause unrest in the giant tribe.

"No, of course not, me, of course he can't..." Fudge stammered again.

It is too absurd to link a 14-year-old wizard with the turmoil of the giant tribe. This kind of thing is as ridiculous as Voldemort's resurrection and return, and it simply cannot happen.

He took a deep breath and saw the smiling expression on Ivan's face, but he didn't know what to say.

There is a lot of evidence that Ivan used magic outside the school, but it was not monitored by the Ministry of Magic.

Moreover, the incidents involved in Aiwen are very sensitive, and they are all things that the Ministry of Magic is trying to downplay, so they cannot be brought to the table.