"Who?!"
"This is a courtroom; behave yourself."
"Who hit me? If you have the guts, stand out!" The woman suddenly stood up.
Howl took a step forward.
"It's really you." The woman's shrill, banshee-like voice echoed throughout the courtroom.
"Hey, don't slander me. I just took a step forward. What? Am I not allowed to step forward?"
"If it wasn't you, who else could it be?!" The woman questioned.
"Dumbledore." Howl nodded with certainty: "Look, his hand has been inside his robe. If he's not casting a spell, is he tapping out Morse code?"
Immediately after, he saw the woman genuinely look at Dumbledore with a face full of rage.
"Quiet! Quiet!!" Fudge suddenly banged his gavel, making a loud thudding sound.
His face was flushed crimson, which involuntarily reminded Howl of Vernon, who lived on Privet Drive.
However, compared to Vernon, Fudge's face showed more fear—a fear of the situation spiraling out of his control!
"Gentlemen, ladies! We should redirect the discussion back to the case!" he said.
Then, he looked down at Howl from above, as if bestowing a favor: "Now, you are permitted to participate in this trial."
The pink toad hopped onto his shoulder, whispering incessantly.
Howl smiled, looking at the clerk beside him.
"Go get two chairs."
"Okay." The young clerk stood up without hesitation and walked outside.
"Wait, return to your post!" Fudge shouted.
However, the young man paid no heed to his words, merely walking quickly towards the outside.
"Quiet, Mr. Fudge, don't yell at a young man who still has some conscience," Howl said.
However, after the young man opened the door, he suddenly came to his senses.
Wait—
What… did I do?!
The next moment, in the dark corridor, a large hand pulled him in.
"Director?!"
In the darkness, he saw that familiar face.
"Shh!" Scrimgeour motioned for him to be silent, then stepped aside slightly, revealing a very exquisite-looking chair behind him.
It could even… be called a sofa.
Scrimgeour placed his hands on his shoulders and said earnestly: "Bring the chair to Mr. Mu En Jones, record this trial well, and besides that, don't say anything, and don't easily express your attitude, not even with facial expressions!"
"Don't do anything outside of your duties, understood?"
"Y-yes." Paul nodded quickly, his voice trembling slightly.
Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office, appearing here without reason, gave him a sudden bad premonition.
It seemed he felt… that the confrontation that would soon occur was something he shouldn't even know about.
Then, he quickly carried the exquisite, sofa-like chair inside.
The Wizengamot members inside were even more infuriated when they saw that chair.
Howl was also a bit surprised… This young man couldn't have found such a chair by just stepping out for a moment; it must have been Scrimgeour…
"Sir, please sit!" Paul placed the chair on the ground, feeling the gazes of the Wizengamot members on him like knives.
"Thank you." Howl nodded, then drew his wand, pointed it at the chair, and the duplicated chair quickly grew larger.
"Begin." Howl sat down and waved his hand casually.
"Continue from just now—"
"Start over." Howl interrupted him: "I have no reason to pay for the mistakes of your Ministry of Magic!"
"The Ministry of Magic has already informed you. This is not the fault of the Ministry of Magic or the Wizengamot; it's your own problem."
"Indeed." Howl nodded: "It's a bit much to ask someone to discuss whether the actions of an inherently foolish organization are right or wrong.
You had countless days to change the time, yet you only sent the letter this morning…"
"Foolish to this day?! This is the Ministry of Magic! You are facing a court composed of the most elite and intelligent Wizards in all of Britain!!" The Witch shrieked loudly again.
Howl leaned back in his chair, surveying all of them.
"A court… The United States brought 'Twelve Angry Men' to the big screen to discuss law in the 1950s, and you are still doing this court thing today… I wonder if you still practice ostracism?"
"What is ostracism?" Fudge whispered to the pink toad on his shoulder.
"Minister… croak… I don't know either… croak… He's talking nonsense, questioning the Ministry of Magic's laws…"
Hearing this, Fudge immediately pounded his gavel, leaning forward with a smug and lecturing tone, his gaze cast downwards: "I think your knowledge is not enough to question the laws meticulously refined by the Wizarding World over so many years."
"When a foolish pig, who already holds administrative power, can now brazenly sit in that position and interpret the law, that alone is enough for me to question," Howl said.
Saying this, Howl stood up, looking directly at Fudge's face, which was incredibly red from being humiliated in court.
"From the very beginning, the defendant in this trial was not Rubeus Hagrid!"
Saying this, he raised his hand and pointed at the Ministry of Magic: "You! The Ministry of Magic, are the defendant!
We never need to prove our innocence!
On the contrary, it is you who need to give me and my client an explanation; it is for you to prove that Rubeus Hagrid truly committed the crime of killing someone back then!"
Saying this, Howl suddenly struck, and the next moment, a bright spell hit the high-backed chair.
Click—
The spell lightning split again, simultaneously shattering the chair belonging to the new Senior Undersecretary next to it.
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