v2 Chapter 897： War dance

If Fudge is in the midst of the Imperius Curse, it may be smarter than it is so stupid.

His performance at the trial today is enough to prove that he did not have a curse in the soul, otherwise the person behind him must be a giant.

But thanks to him, the trial that the Ministry of Magic prepared for so long turned into a joke.

"Don't think we didn't think about this, Harry." Mr. Weasley whispered, using the voice that Evan and Harry could hear. "But Dumbledore thinks that Fudge is acting at his own will, using In his words, this does not bring much comfort to people. It is better for us not to talk about it now."

The elevator door slid open, and the main hall was almost empty. Ivan saw Rita being stopped by the sorcerer Eric on duty.

"I am going to say a few words to her." Ai Wen said, "The report about the trial..."

"Okay!" said Mr. Weasley, looking at Rita Skeeter, still upset by Lucius and Fudge's meeting. "Now it's not a good time to visit the Ministry of Magic, Harry, You and Ai Wen will wait for me in the hall first. I will go up and call them a few."

Evan and Harry left the elevator and walked over to the golden fountain.

"No, ma'am, the minister won't let you in." Eric said, holding Rita out of the main hall.

"People have the right to know the truth, Fudge..." Rita kept cursing, and her clothes looked a little messy.

Evan hurried over and took her to a corner and whispered the details of today's trial.

Mainly about the performance of Fudge, and they promised to investigate the Dementors incident.

Harry didn't follow the past. To be honest, he admired Ai Wen and Hermione, and he was able to deal with Rita Skeeter.

In the last semester, he has learned the power of this woman.

Harry stopped at the golden fountain, took out his purse from his pocket, and looked at the statue above again, feeling more happy than ever before. Then he turned the purse upside down, not counting ten gallons, but The money inside fell into the pool.

After more than ten minutes, Rita Skeeter, who learned the detailed process from Ai Wen, was dissatisfied with the apparition and was ready to go back and modify his own report. Mr. Weasley took Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, five of them went down.

"I haven't bothered you to run around, but fortunately, I didn't get into trouble..." Mr. Weasley said.

"We just went to the office in Percy!" Fred said with a smile, and walked to Ai Wen.

"It’s just outside the office of the minister. It’s a pretty big hall. It’s very luxurious. His desk is there, all of which are documents written by Percy.” Fred followed, and also to Ai Wen. Rubbed his eyes hard.

Seeing the expressions of both of them, Ai Wen returned to the table where they definitely left a prank product near Percy's desk.

"What is it?" Ai Wen asked directly.

"Our new product, portable swamp!" Fred said, lowering the voice.

"We all pretended to be disguised, just under the chair, and he would be shocked when he found out," George said.

On that side, Harry repeated the results of the trial to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.

"Congratulations, Harry!" said Ginny, her face flushed at Harry.

"I already knew!" Ron waved his boxing air. "You can always escape!"

"They will definitely announce that you are not guilty. It’s really obvious. I analyzed it in the newspaper." Hermione looked so nervous that she fainted and was covering her eyes with a trembling hand." There is no reason to conviction for you, there is no such thing."

"Yeah, although you all know that I won't have anything, but everyone seems to be relieved." Harry said with a smile, "The inquiry about Ai Wen is over, and Fudge's complete failure..."

They walked in the empty gold hall, each with a smile on their faces.

In order to celebrate the appeal of Avon and Harry, and to successfully avenge the Percy, Fred and George began to dance a war.

Soon, Ginny joined in, and Hermione followed the dance a few times, but couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

"They are fine, they are doing things, they are fine!" The three men sang over and over again.

"Enough, quiet!" Mr. Weasley hurriedly shouted. "You guys are really, here is the Ministry of Magic."

Having said that, his face still smiles.

When they returned to the 12th Quarantine Square, Mrs. Weasley knew the news, first hugged Harry, then hugged Ai Wen, wiped her tears with her apron, and was equally happy.

"Well, you guys are going to sit down for lunch, especially you, Harry, you have almost no breakfast."

Several people sat down next to the table and still digested the good news.

"The specific report on the trial situation can be published tomorrow. If Rita is fast enough, I think I can get her report in the afternoon." Ai Wen said, "You probably can't imagine Fudge's expression at the time."

"It's really funny," said Harry, the feeling of relief that made him feel dizzy. He was once affected by the meeting with Lucius Malfoy, and now he is re-energizing in his heart.

He recalled Fudge’s performance at the time and he really felt very funny.

"I have said long ago that as long as Dumbledore comes forward to support you, they will not be able to convict you. This is not to be said." Ron said cheerfully, splitting large chunks of mashed potatoes into each person's On the plate.

"Yeah, he helped me to settle this matter." Harry said that he felt that if he said now, "I hope he can say two words to me, even if I look at me," I would be very ignorant. Not to mention how naive.

But he did hope that Dumbledore could say a few words to him, and then he remembered what Evan had told him before.

Thinking of this, Harry suddenly had a sharp pain in his forehead, and he quickly reached out and grabbed it.

He has been in contact with cerebral occlusion recently, but nothing has progressed.

Ai Wen has already told Harry what he knows. He is not very proficient in this complicated magic technique, he can only be barely mastered.

In the face of Harry's current situation, the help that can be done is already limited.

Perhaps, Snape should still be taught that Snape's brain closure has almost become the body's instinct. In the past ten years, he has closed and protected his consciousness. Even if no one wants to know what he is thinking, he has not slackened and never stopped this magic.

Ai Wen noticed Harry's abnormality. Does this mean that Voldemort also knows the outcome of the trial and is losing his temper.

Or, what did he know from Lucius?...

The anti-Malfoss will not be so fast, Voldemort may not know that his Horcrux has been destroyed three times.

The more times the soul divides, the weaker the connection between the souls.

But continue to destroy, Voldemort will know sooner or later, which is why Ai Wen did not have a sigh of relief to find out all the Horcruxes.

At the same time, this also means that Malfoy will be unlucky sooner or later.

The pain of Harry's scars came quickly, and no one else noticed.

At this point they were all on the side of the meal, while cheering for Harry and Ai Wen's escape.

Fred and Joe are still singing, and Hermione and Ginny are whispering something.

"I guess Dumbledore will definitely come tonight, you know, celebrate with us," Ron said happily.