Om--
An invisible wave accompanied by Amostha's loud shout swept out.
The haunted monsters that passed by him were instantly frozen like amberized insects, stuck in mid-air.
The rumble of thunder rolled on endlessly!
"This"
The scene of Amostta facing the various haunted monsters falls into sight, causing Prof. Umbridge to have a scare!
How could this happen?
To limit Bane and Dumbledore, before the trial, Dolores suggested seizing all members' wands, and he heeded this suggestion.
Without wands, Bane and Dumbledore, despite still having some skills, would not be able to withstand the fully armed Aurors.
To add another layer of insurance, Dolores also suggested calling in the Dementors from Azkaban.
This action might attract some criticism, but in order to ensure his own safety, he still agreed to this proposal.
But what's happening right in front of us?!
How could someone stop the Dementors without a wand, just by shouting? He's not a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, how could the Dementors listen to him!
Dolores stared blankly at the Azkaban Dementors, who slowly retreated back into the dark of the dome, as if unwillingly, feeling the rising temperature around and the colors returning to view.
Suddenly, Umbridge became suddenly alert, her cheeks flushed like she had been drinking,
"It was you, Bane, who attacked Azkaban and helped the prisoners escape! You did it!"
Utterly excited, Umbridge collided with the wizard in front of her, shouting wildly as if she had gone mad.
"You took away the contract held by the secret personnel in Hogwarts, otherwise the Dementors wouldn't listen to your orders!"
The contract held by the confidential personnel?!
This is a top-secret of the Ministry of Magic, and the members of the Wizengamot looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what was going on.
But Minister Fudge seemed to perk up!
Yes, it was Bane who did it. The contract that controls the Dementors is in Bane's hand, so how could he command them?
"Arrest him, Cornelli!"
Umbridge screamed almost maniacally.
"Tell the magical world that it was Bane who held Azkaban hostage!"
"Delisher, where are you, Delisher!"
Fudge immediately joined in, screaming loudly,
"Take your men and capture Bane! He's the one who held Azkaban hostage!"
"I'm here!"
When the Dementors were released just now, Delisher ran away as fast as he could, hearing the call. He ran out again, rolled and crawled from every nook and cranny, wildly waving his arms.
"Quick, arrest Bane!"
The Aurors who appeared in the trial chamber today were undoubtedly 'carefully selected,' all of them loyal to the Ministry of Magic and the Minister for Magic.
More than twenty Aurors with wands rushed towards Amostha from all directions. One of them swung his wand first!
Whoosh!
A rope suddenly shot out from the darkness, heading towards Amostta.
Snap!
A glimmer of malevolence flitted in Amostha's eyes. When the rope approached within ten feet of him, it seemed to enter an endless realm of extreme heat, spontaneously combusting into ash in an instant.
"You dare--"
Amostha stared at Fudge and Umbridge, his expression cold and killing intent seeping from his mouth.
Is this still the Wizengamot's courtroom?
One of the Wizengamot members shook with terror and cried out.
"Abram."
On one side were the seemingly mad Minister of Magic and his Deputy, and on the other was the cold Amostha.
All the wizards involved in the trial felt a sense of impending doom, and they rolled around in a panic, placing their hopes on the only person who might possibly stop everything in the trial room.
"Order your people to retreat, Cornelli!"
Dumbledore's eyes blazed with fierce intensity like the sun, and the entire trial chamber was enveloped by the terrifying magic radiating from his ancient body. In the void, the magic had become a roaring sea of fury!
"Arrest him, arrest Bane!"
Dolores still screamed uncontrollably,
"He is the main culprit!"
Hm!
The sky was split by a thunderous boom, and Dumbledore's face suddenly changed. He turned sharply and gazed at Amostha whose breath was as sharp as a sword piercing through the void. His voice boomed like a drum, deafening everyone.
"Amostha, no matter what, there's no need to kill!"
Bang! Clang!
Before Amostha could respond, a huge explosion suddenly erupted at the entrance, and Harry saw a dark figure race past the passageway and deeply embed itself in the stone wall on the opposite side!
It's the iron door of the courtroom!
Harry's body trembled violently, and his eyes revealed an incredible expression.
Who blew open the door of the courtroom?!
However, the answer to this question was quickly provided.
However, the answer to this question was quickly provided. It was Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Aurors' office, known for his rigid stance in the wizarding world. He was followed by a group of Aurors!
Fudge was overjoyed upon seeing this, as if he had grasped at a last straw for survival.
"Rufus, it's you. Oh, it's wonderful. Go and arrest Bane. He is the true culprit who helped the Death Eaters escape!"
"Capture Bane, Rufus!"
Dolores pushed Amelia to the ground with a fierce expression.
"Capture Bane, and you'll be the Minister for Magic!"
Delisher was stunned at this and then his eyes revealed a sense of injustice.
Amostha Bane has hijacked Azkaban, and capturing him could make me the Minister for Magic?
Rufus was prepared for some chaotic scene, but he was stunned upon hearing this. However, he immediately sneered at the two highest-ranking officials on the platform and walked quickly, despite his leg not being very flexible.
"Amostha."
Under the startled and puzzled gazes of Fudge and Dolores, Rufus quickly walked over to Amostha, pulled out a wand from his chest.
"This is your wand that was confiscated, I have taken it."
In the frozen, seemingly endless second, everyone's gaze fixed on the three accused young wizards in front of the trial chamber. Amostha Bane stood calmly, with a composed expression mixed with indifference.
When?
How can Amostha get so much support from high-level officials in the Ministry of Magic?
Everyone was thinking about this question.
Including Amelia, who was pushed to the ground by Dolores, and including Dumbledore!
Shu~
When Amostha slowly lifted his hand, took the black mahogany wand from Rufus Scrimgeour's hand gently, everyone's heart trembled!
Dumbledore's lips pressed tightly together, and his ancient face showed rare tension.
"Amostha!"
Dumbledore looked at Amostha, and Amostha was looking at him too. Their gazes intersected in mid-air.
An atmosphere of a fateful choice filled the air, awaiting Amostha's decision.
One person has a wand, while another does not.
Dumbledore's ancient body was filled with blood as if flowing. He gazed intensely at Amostha. If Amostha went wild, Dumbledore wasn't sure he could stop him now, unless, by risking his own life!
Boom!
Another blast of sound!
The sounds of collapsing walls and anxious cries filtered into the ears of Harry, Hermione, and Ron, who had frozen in shock.
"Harry, are you alright, Harry!"
"Ron, what's going on, the trial? I saw Scrimgeour bringing people down from the office!"
"Amostha!"
Another group of people burst out of the thick smoke.
Sirius, Remus, Mr. Weasley, Kingsley, Amelia.
They are from the Phoenix Society!
The courtroom seemed to be enveloped in a 'stilled' realm.
Each person who rushed in and saw the chaotic scene inside, feeling the tense atmosphere like a bowstring about to break, had a stiff expression and muttered in silence!
Amostha could feel many people's gazes.
Worry, fear, respect, and hatred.
The eyes of various emotions were intertwined on him, they were watching him, as if waiting for fate's judgment.
Amostha's gaze fell back on Dumbledore.
"Don't make such a mistake, Amostha."
Amostha heard Dumbledore's hoarse voice and remained silent.
"Professor Bane."
The quiet courtroom echoed with a call for him, and he turned his head, raising an eyebrow.
The three small wizards who had been dragged in looked at him with pale faces, shivering constantly under the fierce aura he emitted.
Shush!
A dazzling golden flame stung the eyes of everyone.
Amostha waved his wand.
