"Wait!" Fudge quickly said, "You didn't even give me a chair, that's not according to procedure, is it?"
He needed to buy some time... Yes, just buy some time now!
Saying that, he turned to look at Lawson: "Go get two chairs."
"Cornelius Fudge needs a chair to speak..." Lawson faithfully carried out his work.
Looking at the young man still sitting steadily at the recording table, Fudge became even angrier.
"I'll go find them, Minister." The new Senior Undersecretary, Yaxley, quickly whispered, then ran out of the courtroom.
However, as soon as he opened the door, a series of clanging sounds quickly came from around the corner at the other end of the corridor.
It sounded like someone was running while carrying many things.
Following the corridor to other courtrooms, he suddenly discovered...
Where are the chairs?!
Who the hell took all the chairs?!
Inside the courtroom, Howl's voice said faintly, "Minister for Magic... can't even perform some basic Transfiguration?"
"Shut up!" Fudge roared, putting on a brave front, "You can laugh, but you used magic in the courtroom, you'll be judged too!"
"Oh." Dumbledore's voice appeared from above: "I remember there's a clear legal provision that in an emergency, a Wizard has the right to use magic to resolve their own demands.
Bones, does this law have limited scenarios?"
"No, sir." Bones swallowed, nodding decisively.
"I see. Then I think the fact that Mu En Jones has changed from defendant to plaintiff is enough to prove that he indeed had a demand just now, even if this is a courtroom!
Hmm, although it was a bit rough... it can be discussed later. This doesn't escalate to a criminal case and doesn't need to be resolved here."
Saying that, he turned and looked at the Wizengamot members beside him.
The next moment, an unreal "heat" suddenly burst from him.
This was naked mental pressure; the others felt as if time itself was being erased in that high temperature, and the air seemed to stagnate.
"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes... Yes!"
"This is reasonable! It does not violate the law."
However, these were only a few.
Most of them couldn't even manage to speak, or could only nod to cover their embarrassment.
As the Wizarding World has developed to this day, power has long deviated from strength, and the gap has grown larger and larger.
Only after receiving a definite answer did Dumbledore withdraw the mental storm from his body.
Beside him, the vigorous Newt Scamander, still as cautious as he was in his youth, asked, "Oh, sir... how have you... how should I put it..."
"Changed?" Dumbledore chuckled softly.
"Exactly." Newt nodded. The last time he saw Dumbledore unleash his power was during the Grindelwald era.
After that, he suddenly became an old man, secluding himself in Hogwarts.
Just as Grindelwald was confined in Nurmengard.
Yes, as an eyewitness, Newt knew some things that others did not.
Dumbledore didn't age in a day; he suddenly transformed from a man as tall as a mountain into an octogenarian on one day, that day in '45...
"Well... I learned a few tricks from him." Dumbledore smiled, raising his hand and bringing his thumb and forefinger together slightly.
"I've subjectively raised my gentle bottom line just a little bit."
Then, Dumbledore changed the subject, saying, "Newt, thank you for coming. Your authority in magical creatures might be able to help Hagrid."
"No, it's nothing..." Newt turned his head: "He is a wonderful magical creature scholar. He created the Forbidden Forest, which is the safest, even a great place for magical creatures..."
Meanwhile, below.
Fudge's face was as if he was about to be led to the execution ground.
Hagrid, on the other hand, was flushed, sitting comfortably in his chair and constantly thanking Howl.
"My goodness, Howl, you are amazing... I... I actually became the plaintiff.
So strong, you sued the Ministry of Magic. This... this is definitely the first time in the entire Wizarding World."
"It's not a big deal." Howl smiled nonchalantly, "It can only be said that the Wizarding World's laws are too backward.
Laws cobbled together by a group of people who entered work right after graduating from Hogwarts at seventeen, you really can't expect them to have no loopholes."
Hagrid frowned, nodding seriously and in strong agreement.
Actually, he hadn't quite understood.
But Howl sued the Ministry of Magic, which was very impressive!
Nodding was the right thing to do!
"Watch this, in a bit I'll get them to pay you a good sum, at least a few thousand Galleons," Howl whispered.
"Huh?!"
Hagrid's eyes widened: "You can do that?"
Then, he hesitated a bit: "But, can we really win?"
"I can't find a reason to lose." Howl smiled helplessly, "It's just... a case where the deceased still exists as a ghost. He can't turn things around. What we need to strive for next are simply two things: publishing in the newspaper and compensation, that's all."
Publishing in the newspaper was Dumbledore's other goal.
And compensation was simply Howl's desire to make the Ministry of Magic bleed some money.
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