"How did that Muggle postman suffocate to death because of Chocolate Frogs?"
Amoshta's cold, firm voice echoed in the chilly courtroom, resounding with authority!
"The 'wise and resourceful' Minister's advisor, Dolores Umbridge, could no longer maintain her false smile. With a confused expression, she stared at Amoshta Breann, her eyes twitching constantly."
Did Chocolate Frogs actually have such security measures?
It's a joke, who could have thought of that?!
The planners and implementers of this plan are distinguished figures in the British magical world. How could they pay attention to such details?
"This, this..."
"Finally, there is a hint of fear in Fudge's eyes."
"I've never heard of --"
He stammered.
"I can prove that, Your Exalted Minister."
On the bench, a wizard with a thick, brown, curly mustache and an air of scholarship stood up. He bowed to Fudge with neither humility nor arrogance, and then turned to address his colleagues:
"At present, there are over forty workshops in the British magical community producing Chocolate Frogs, and their production standards are all unified."
"Enough!"
The sudden outburst of Umbridge startled the wizard scholar who was just about to stand up and 'educate' the others.
Brayne cannot be allowed to 'freely express himself' any longer!
Umbridge's eyes flashed with malice as she loudly scolded the audience below.
"Even if Chocolate Frogs have some safety settings, what does that prove, Brayne? Maybe the Chocolate Frog that Potter bought was not up to standard, which led to this tragedy!"
The wizard with the brown beard opened his mouth as if to speak, but seeing Amoshta Brayne's friendly smile and the gesture of hand indicating he should sit down, he stopped arguing and took a seat.
"You're saying --"
Amoshta's deliberate questioning,
"Amoshta continued, 'Every year, millions of high-quality Chocolate Frogs are sold in the magical community. Coincidentally, one of them was purchased by Harry James Potter, and that Chocolate Frog, coincidentally, caused the death of a Muggle?'"
Harry blinked his emerald eyes; he shouldn't be so unlucky, right?
Umbridge gave a disappointed glance at the silent Minister of Magic and was extremely anxious in her heart.
Under Amoshta's questioning, the situation had become dangerous. At this time, it was necessary to demonstrate the confidence and firmness of the Ministry of Magic. Otherwise, things would be even more dangerous!
"The Ministry of Magic has based all accusations against Harry James Potter on solid evidence, Brayne. Your questions are just your assumptions!"
Umbridge spoke rapidly, her voice sharp and firm.
"The criminal acts of Harry James Potter are undoubtedly true. If you cannot provide solid evidence to prove his innocence, then I suggest that this court sentences Harry James Potter to life imprisonment in the Wizengamot prison. Now, the voting will begin!"
Wizardengamot for life imprisonment?!
Harry's hair stood on end, and he looked at Professor Brayne's back with an almost pleading expression!
Say something, Professor! Say something, please!
Harry clenched his lips, and the nails of his tightly clenched fists dug into the flesh!
Ron and Hermione, forgetting that they too were defendants, opened their lips slightly and looked at Professor Brayne's profile with a pleading expression. His expression remained unshaken.
Dumbledore finally lifted his head. The wrinkles carved into his wind-sculpted, frost-chiseled face smoothed out, and he gazed into Amoshta's piercing blue eyes where flames flickered.
"Do we need evidence, do we?"
In the commotion of the Wizengamot members, Amoshta finally smiled, as if he had seen the prey he had been waiting for finally fall into a trap!
"You have evidence?"
Fudge opened his mouth wide in shock, his eyes wide and fearful as he stared at Amoshta.
Stupid! At this time, how could you ask such a question?!
Umbridge was filled with great resentment. She no longer cared what evidence Brayne could produce or who was actually presiding over the trial, as she was taking over the role of the Minister of Magic.
If they let Brayne continue to cause trouble at this point, they were doomed!
"The Wizengamot has had enough of your meddling, Brayne. We don't have time for you to invent facts --"
Umridge's voice shrilled.
"Must I remind you of the Wizengamot Charter?!" she shouted.
Amoshta's roar echoed loudly in the dimly lit room.
Resolute!
It has to be decisive!
Now is the most crucial time!
Umridge was panting, her frog-like eyes filled with blood vessels. She knew that her conspiracy with Fudge was not perfect, but she didn't expect Brayne to find so many loopholes in such a short time!
You see, to be absolutely sure, the charges against Harry Potter were only officially announced after the trial had begun, so that Dumbledore and Brayne would have no direction to investigate!
"The members of the Wizengamot, I believe Brayne is interfering with the normal proceedings of the trial. I suggest that he be expelled from the court-martial of Connelly!"
The situation has turned upside down, and Fudge has gone blank. He hears Dolores shout at him,
"What, what? Oh. Yes, right, expel!"
"Dolores, Connelly, what are you trying to do?"
Mrs. Bones suddenly stood up, her eyes blazing with anger and disbelief.
"Amoshta's defense is acting in accordance with the Wizengamot Charter, and you have no right to expel him!"
"Oh, I think it's like that."
Ludo Bagman also stood up with an expression of profound anxiety.
"It's not very reasonable, I mean... expelling Amoshta. We should see the evidence that Amoshta has, shouldn't we? We're currently in the trial of Harry Potter."
"Oh, I see, Ludo."
Umridge gasped for air, her eyes staring at Ludo as if she was going to devour him.
"You suddenly asked to attend the trial, and I thought you had betrayed the Ministry!"
Umbridge's terrifying expression almost made Ludo run away in panic.
"What. Betrayal?"
Ludo sweated profusely, stammering.
"I just want to ask questions in accordance with the Wizengamot Charter."
What's going on?
Is there an internal strife within the Ministry of Magic?
The members of the Wizengamot looked at the four high-ranking officials engaged in a verbal duel, all seeming to be at a loss!
"Connelly!"
Umbridge shouted, flustered once more.
"Yes, right!"
Connelly Fudge finally found his footing. He glared angrily at Amoshta, who was indifferent to the farce unfolding before him, looking coldly.
"Amoshta Brayne is interfering with the normal trial, expel him!"
"Connelly!"
Dumbledore rose to his feet, turning to look at the presiding judges, his piercing blue eyes ablaze with flames.
"Are you really going to act like this?"
Dumbledore's imposing figure made Fudge momentarily shrink back, but he quickly straightened his posture, gasping and shouting with all his might,
"Dementors, expel Amoshta Brayne!"
Crack!
The darkness of the high ceiling shattered suddenly, and a cold aura began to spread downwards!
Click, click, click.
The Harry trio, still staring at everything in shock and unable to react, then heard a sound of chattering teeth.
Hiss.
The chains he had touched suddenly became icy cold to the bone, and Harry gasped in pain. Terrified, he looked over, only to see that the chains on the handrails had already covered with frost!
The dim firelight in the courtroom was swallowed up, and the world lost its color, everything turning gray!
The Wizengamot members on the fan-shaped platform were all lying on the ground in shock. They stared in horror at the spectral ghosts flying down from above and surrounding Amoshta Brayne, the three defendants, from all directions.
In the colorless world, only Amoshta Brayne and Albus Dumbledore retained their own colors.
The scorching aura surrounding them made them seem like two torches blazing fiercely in the cold world!
Finally, Amoshta moved.
He stood quietly, under the gaze of Albus Dumbledore, and slowly lifted his head in this world that was frozen in time.
At least thirty Dementors were approaching him. Amoshta could see the skeletal, rotting faces of the Dementors beneath their broad black robes.
The hollow souls, deprived of everything.
Amoshta secretly sighed, and in the next second, his eyes flashed with bright light. A python with black and white wings appeared in his eyes, and the thunderous, majestic voice echoed, deafening and inviolable.
"Go back!"
