Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 340 Wizengamot
The visit of the Order of the Phoenix did not have any impact on Mike's life.

Mike still maintains his previous life pattern, remotely controlling the operations of the Los Santos Group while accumulating strength to fight against Voldemort.

He didn't even hire a security team to protect his home as he had said before.

That's simply not necessary.

Because Mike doesn't live there at all, now Mike's permanent residence has changed from Godric's Hollow to Ravenclaw's Secret Reach.

As for the safety of the secret realm, Mike is quite confident.

At least he himself had tried hundreds of methods, including divination and prophecy, which are considered mysterious methods in the wizarding world, but he still couldn't find the location of the secret place from other places.

The Ravenclaw Secret Realm is like an isolated island floating in the main world, and the only entrance is the statue in the Ravenclaw Common Room.

As for the supervisors sent by the Ministry of Magic to the Los Santos Group, after so many days, they have been dealt with by the elites under Mike.

Of course, the solution here does not mean killing.

In fact, few of the supervisors sent to the Los Santos Group this time are good people. The reason why they targeted the Los Santos Group at the beginning, in addition to Fudge's orders, was to gain benefits from the Los Santos Group.

Things became much easier after knowing this. The top executives in the Los Santos Group were all shrewd people. Under their manipulation, those supervisors who appeared to be upright on the surface were quickly corrupted.

Each of these supervisors is very greedy and their appetites are getting bigger and bigger.

Senior elites had also reported this problem to Mike, but Mike said that these problems were not serious.

Mike knew very well that those so-called supervisors might not be able to help you accomplish things, but they could ruin your plans.

What they've eaten so far is just drizzle compared to the damage they can do to you.

While Mike was doing his job step by step, he received an invitation letter from the Ministry of Magic, inviting him to attend the Wizengamot Court's trial of Harry and serve as a jury member.

When Mike received this invitation, he was actually a little confused, because he was not a member of the Wizengamot at all and was not qualified to participate in a trial of this level.

But he soon understood what Fudge meant.

Kill the chicken and show it to the monkey!

That's right, Fudge wanted to warn Mike by killing Harry, the chicken.

Because in Fudge's eyes, compared to Harry, the so-called 'savior' whose fame is greater than his strength, Mike, who has both fame and strength and is also the youngest and most successful emerging entrepreneur in the country in recent years, is obviously a greater threat.

After thinking it through, Mike readily agreed.

Soon the day came when Harry announced the trial.

Early in the morning of that day, Mike got up early before dawn, changed into a well-fitting suit, and set off for the Ministry of Magic.

There, Uncle Mario Foley, who had not been seen for a long time, was already waiting for Mike's arrival.

Uncle Mario is also a member of the Wizengamot Council and will jointly judge Harry today.

Mike informed the other party as soon as he received the invitation, so the two decided to have breakfast together today and have a good talk.

In the restaurant of the Ministry of Magic, Uncle Mario was fiddling with the chickpeas on the plate, and the expression on his face did not look very good.

But when Mike appeared in the restaurant, a smile appeared on his face, and he waved and said hello:

"Mike, here."

"Long time no see, Uncle Fly," Mike came and sat down opposite Uncle Mario, "You still look so energetic."

"Oh, stop making fun of me." Uncle Mario waved his hand helplessly and said, "I've been so worried lately. Look, I've got white hair."

Mike also smiled as he watched Uncle Mario playing with his hair.

His relationship with the Foley family has not become unfamiliar in the past two years. On the contrary, with the rise of the Los Santos Group and the deepening of cooperation between the two families, the relationship between Mike and the Foley family has also been very warm. So when facing the old man in front of him, Mike did not feel any pressure at all.

"Mike, I believe you should know what I'm worried about recently." Mario continued with a serious face, "Here, I want to hear your answer in person. The mysterious man, is he really back?"

Uncle Mario's last words were spoken in a very low voice, and Mike had to get closer to hear them clearly.

After hearing Uncle Mario's question, Mike put away the smile on his face and nodded seriously:
"Yes, he is back. I am absolutely sure of this because I was there at the time."

"hiss!"

Hearing this, Uncle Mario took a breath and leaned back in his chair.

The atmosphere at the table suddenly became solemn, and both of them were silent.

The return of Voldemort was definitely not good news for the two of them, especially for the two families' gradually expanding industries, as it was a disaster.

After a long time, Uncle Mario said to Mike:

"Mike, I think it's time for us to consider immigration. The country of Ying is no longer safe, and that person will soon plunge the entire country into panic!
Well, what do you think of Coal Country? The wizards there are very pro-foreign and like to marry some so-called old pure-blood families. I heard that many poor pure-blood boys from Ying Country went there and married the daughters of the nobles there to live a lazy life. At the same time, the mainstream concept of Coal Country is relatively tolerant of Muggles and half-bloods. Strictly speaking, if we go to Coal Country, we should be able to..."

"Are you going to run away?"

Mike's sudden words made Mario's expression freeze, and he stopped talking halfway.

He stared at Mike for a long time, and finally sighed:
"Mike, I know your Los Santos Group has grown to a considerable size, but sometimes when something is doomed to be irreversible, I have to cut my losses in time. As a Muggle-born wizard, you are naturally on the opposite side of Voldemort. And I, although I am a pure-blood, also don't get along with Voldemort. Voldemort's return is a disaster for us."

"I don't think so." Mike took a sip of hot coffee and said with a smile, "This is not a disaster for us. On the contrary, it is an opportunity. An opportunity for us to move to the next level!"

"You mean..."

"That's right. You really underestimated Dumbledore. He is an old fox. I bet that the final winner of this war will definitely not be Voldemort. Of course, it won't be Dumbledore either."

Uncle Mario immediately understood what Mike meant.

The rapid expansion of Los Santos Group in the past two years has shown that Mike is a very forward-looking person. For this reason, Mario still trusts what Mike says. But the matter involves too much, and for the sake of the family, Uncle Mario must be cautious.

There was another silence, until the magic alarm clock on the dining table rang, and Mario woke up from his thoughts.

"Mike, it's time, let's go." Mario looked at the time on the alarm clock, stood up and said, "Come to my house for lunch at noon, we need to have a good talk."

Mike smiled meaningfully, then stood up and left the restaurant with Mario.

……

In the elevator of the Ministry of Magic, while the elevator was descending, Mario was introducing the content of the trial to Mike.

"This time we are going to Courtroom No. 10, which is a very old courtroom. The last time it was used was when Voldemort had just fallen. At that time, old Barty was still the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and he tried many Death Eaters there. To be honest, I don't understand what Fudge means. Because according to what you said, Harry Potter only made some small mistakes that everyone has made, but Fudge not only held the trial in a courtroom that is usually only used by criminals, he even summoned all the Wizengamot members. This is really..."

Just as Uncle Mario was complaining incessantly, a cold female voice suddenly rang out.

"Department of Mysteries."

Then, the elevator door opened with a loud noise.

Uncle Mario immediately shut up, put on a serious expression and said:

"Okay, let's go. We are still some distance from our destination."

As he said this, he led Mike out of the elevator and stepped into a dark and deep corridor.

The two sides of the corridor were made entirely of rough stones, with torches inserted on brackets on the walls. But for some reason, Mike always felt that the light of these torches seemed to be suppressed by something, resulting in very low brightness in the corridor.

The two walked forward for a while, and gradually some heavy wooden doors with iron bolts and keyholes appeared on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

"Don't touch those doors," Mario warned. "Those doors are the courtrooms. There are many curses on them to prevent theft."

Mike nodded. Through his magical perception, he had already noticed that a large amount of evil thoughts gathered on these gates.

Finally, they stopped in front of a half-open wooden door.

"We're here, Courtroom 10." Mario looked at Mike with concern. In his eyes, Mike was still a junior. He was afraid that Mike would feel nervous when facing such a scene for the first time. "Are you ready, Mike?"

"of course."

"That's good."

Seeing that Mike didn't behave normally, Mario nodded, then pushed open the door and walked in.

The walls around the Tenth Courtroom were made of black stone, and due to the small number of torches, the light inside was not much different from that in the corridor.

The four sides of the courtroom were lined with densely packed benches, arranged in a stepped manner. From all seats one could clearly see the chained chair in the center - that was the prisoner's seat.

There were already quite a few people in the courtroom at this moment. The arrival of Mike and Mario attracted everyone's attention, and the wizards all cast curious glances at them.

"He must be Harry Potter, right?"

An old witch wearing a black veil turned her head and asked her best friend beside her.

"That should be the case. The Wizengamot Council doesn't have such a young member." The best friend next to him replied, "But he looks different from what he saw in the newspaper."

"Yeah, he's much more handsome and stronger in person than he looks in the photo."

……

Mike and Mario did not hear the whispering of the two old witches. In fact, as soon as they arrived in the courtroom, a familiar figure came up to them.

"Oh! Mario! My old friend, you are finally here!"

Fudge spoke cheerfully with his signature smile on his face.

As for Forggie, Mario had no intention of paying any attention to him. He just snorted softly as a greeting.

Fudge's smile froze for a moment, but he did not get angry. Instead, he turned to look at Mike and said:
"Good morning, Mike. Did you have a good summer vacation? I heard that your Los Santos Group has been developing well recently. That's really amazing!"

There was a hint of gloating in Fudge's tone, and Mike's brows frowned instantly, and he snorted like Mario.

"Originally, you were not qualified to participate in today's trial. Do you know why I asked you to come?"

Mike didn't answer, just stared at Fudge coldly.

"You understand, you must understand, right?" Fudge's smile became even brighter. "Harry Potter, this is a big shot! The legendary savior, the child who defeated the mysterious man, and Dumbledore's favorite student. This is a well-known figure. People of your generation...oh, I mean those wizard children of your age, they almost grew up listening to the stories of Harry Potter.

But everyone is equal before the law. Even a character like Harry Potter, as long as he dares to break the law and defy the Ministry of Magic, we will give him the punishment he deserves!"

Fudge's words were so powerful that many people around heard them.

These people were all members of the Wizengamot. Many of them applauded when they heard the words, but a small number of them were quite disdainful of Fudge's speech, and some even sneered outright.

Fudge seemed not to notice the congressmen who were dissatisfied with him at all. He turned around, smiled, and bowed to thank the congressmen who were applauding.

At this moment, a nimble figure suddenly rushed to Fudge's side and whispered something into Fudge's ear.

Fudge then stopped thanking him, turned his head and looked at Mike again, and said with a smile:

"It's time, Mike. The trial is about to begin. Please enjoy today's performance. It's an exceptionally good show!"

After saying that, Fudge threw his sleeves and walked towards the big table at the highest point.

"Weasley, show them to their seats."

(End of this chapter)