The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 468: Lawyer Pioneer Drizzt

This girlish cough reminded Ada of the fear of being dominated by pink. To be honest, she wanted to vomit first.

The witch in the shadows leaned forward and revealed her face.

She was short and plump, with a broad, flabby face, no visible neck, and a large, drooping mouth. Her eyes were large, round, and slightly protruding. Her short, curly hair was tied with a small black velvet bow.

Fortunately, she didn't wear her girlish pink today, which made people less nauseous. She is Dolores Jane Umbridge, a witch who taught Ada to judge people by their appearance.

"I think I must have misunderstood you, Drizzt," Umbridge said in a shrill, thin voice. "I am so stupid, but I thought for a moment you seemed to be suggesting that the Ministry of Magic had ordered the attack on this boy!"

It's really stupid. Ada didn't just hint at it, she made it clear! Did Umbridge have to grab Fudge's collar for Ada to see it?

Listening to Umbridge's disgusting clipping sound, Ada wanted to buy a small windmill for this senior deputy minister and let her blow it... With such a deputy minister in the Ministry of Magic, there is no need to worry about not being wiped out by Voldemort!

Ada didn't respond immediately. She really couldn't do it. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would vomit out tomorrow's dinner.

In front of everyone, Ada patted her clothes a few times, as if there was something disgusting and dirty on them.

"I am only stating the facts I saw. If this idea has given you a chance..." Ada changed the subject, "Does that prove that these attacks were instigated by the Ministry of Magic, including this case?"

"You're talking nonsense, you're making a fuss!" Umbridge stood up suddenly, pointing her stubby finger at Ada. To be honest, whether she stood up or not, the height didn't make much difference.

Of course, Ada was talking nonsense, and it could also be considered as nonsense, because these two things had little to do with Fudge.

When Dementors entered Hogwarts, it was because the people from the Ministry of Magic failed to supervise properly and neglected their duties; in the incident at the World Cup camp, first the Aurors did not recognize the people and were eager to make a contribution, and later Barty Crouch deliberately distorted the facts and delayed time.

Ada simply combined the past and present events to give people the wrong impression that the Ministry of Magic had long wanted to kill Harry Potter, and forced the blame on Fudge.

The Ministry of Magic headed by Fudge is the first, so don't blame Ada for the fifteenth. Use magic to defeat magic, and use shamelessness to defeat shamelessness.

Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Ada is young anyway, she is not afraid of embarrassment or falling. If she falls, she can just dust herself off and stand up. But it is different for Fudge. If the minister falls, he may suffer from whole body powder fractures or even die.

Umbridge sat back down with a gloomy look on her face, and indeed her altitude did not change much.

Sitting down also meant that Umbridge had calmed down. She laughed like a silver bell and said, "Children are children. If they can't produce clear evidence, they have to cheat. I have a handkerchief here. Do you need it?"

Ada laughed too, a barbell laugh.

The laughter of a middle-aged witch is like a silver bell, while the laughter of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl is like a barbell. Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?

"Ms. Bones mentioned before that I killed three dark wizards with my own hands. I was only in my second year at that time." Ada said with a smile, "Excuse me, Deputy Minister, can I do something similar in my second year? If the conditions are relaxed, it's okay now. Can you do something similar now?"

Umbridge was speechless for a moment. She was good at bullying the weak and flattering the strong, but she really couldn't defeat the dark wizards herself. However, Umbridge was not someone who gave up easily, otherwise she would not have been able to climb to a high position.

"Minister Fudge governs the wizarding world very well. I have never seen a dark wizard." Umbridge said, "Besides, who knows if those three people are Squibs!"

"Oh, there are no dark wizards, that's great!" Ada said, "Please tell me, Deputy Minister, who are the people marching in the World Cup camp? Are they the enthusiastic crowds in Diagon Alley? Are they just too excited about Ireland winning the championship, so they come out for a stroll to digest their food? Or in the eyes of the Ministry of Magic, Death Eaters are not dark wizards?"

The Wizengamot members on both sides gasped. This statement was too vicious. It was almost like saying that the Ministry of Magic was the base camp of dark wizards.

"The Ministry of Magic has Aurors. They will arrest him..."

"Deputy Minister!" Ada interrupted Umbridge loudly. She continued, "Last year, I defeated an adult dragon in the Triwizard Tournament. Can the Deputy Minister do the same?"

Umbridge's face was like a palette with overturned colors, changing color from moment to moment. Umbridge used her age to pressure Ada, but Ada hit her back, making her lose face.

The entire courtroom fell silent. Not many people would dare to make such a claim, to defeat a grown fire dragon and do it better than Ada.

"Why doesn't the deputy minister say anything?" Ada pressed the issue, "Is it because you can't do it? It doesn't matter if you can't do it. After all, people are different. Some are born with a lot of luck, while others can only be toads in the mud."

This was not the first time that Ada called Umbridge a toad, and the result was the same as last time: Umbridge's defense was broken.

The senior deputy minister stood up again and shouted, "Trist! You dirty, half-blood..." "Don't shout so loudly. I'm not as old as you. My ears are not deaf and my eyes are not blurry." Ada said, picking her ears with her little finger as she spoke, which was very impolite.

Ada continued, "Also, the Deputy Minister had better not include himself when he scolds others next time. As far as I know, you are also a half-blood wizard, and your father is not..."

"Shut up! Shut up!" Umbridge became crazy at this moment. She would never allow anyone to mention her original family, never!

Umbridge was so angry that she was shaking all over. She wanted to tear Ada apart alive, and even held her wand in her hand.

As for Ada, she did not make any move. She just stood there and looked at Umbridge. Ada wanted to see if Dolores Umbridge had the courage to do something to her.

Ada waited excitedly for Umbridge to raise her wand. But just as the Deputy Minister was about to raise her wand, Fudge knocked the gavel in his hand again, and knocked it several times in a row.

The loud crash echoed throughout the courtroom, and many people covered their ears.

"That's enough!" Fudge shouted angrily, "Shut up!"

Fudge's roar sobered the furious Umbridge a little, and she put away her wand in panic.

"Minister... Minister, it's not like that... I am pure-blood, not half-blood! I am Selwyn... my father is the Wizengamot..." Umbridge explained incoherently.

Ada snorted disdainfully, saying that she didn't even recognize her own ancestors and parents. Umbridge, what a piece of shit!

"Shut up!" Fudge cursed viciously.

Umbridge fell silent immediately, and shrank back to sit on the bench. Her shoulders kept shaking, and she actually sobbed, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Today, we are trying the case of Harry Potter violating the "Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act." Fudge looked in the direction of Ada and Harry and said in a deep voice, "The defendant's witnesses should not mention anything irrelevant to this case."

It was obviously Fudge who first brought up something unrelated to the case, but when he saw that nothing could be done, he made it Ada's fault and her sin. Fudge was really good at playing double standards.

Ada cleared her throat and said, "That night, the defendant Harry Potter was attacked by Dementors. In order to ensure his own safety, he cast a spell outside the school and in front of Muggles. According to Article 7 of the law, underage wizards can use magic in front of Muggles under special circumstances. I think there is no more special situation than a life-threatening situation."

"In summary, the defendant Harry Potter is not guilty and all charges are not established." Ada said seriously.

"I know these laws better than you, Drizzt!" Fudge stared at Ada, angrily, "Dementors will not appear in Little Whinging, absolutely not! Everything is made up by Harry Potter!"

Ada was almost laughing out of anger at what he said. Fudge was going to be shameless to the end. Is he really shameless and invincible?
Ada walked around the gradually rising benches on both sides so that the people sitting there could see her face and her expression clearly.

She said: "The truth is out there, but someone chose to turn a blind eye. I don't know what blinded that person's eyes, I just feel chilled. Think about it, the last time the 10th courtroom was used, who was sitting there and what was the crime. And look at who is sitting there now, and what charges are they facing."

Several wizards were shifting restlessly in their seats. Fudge's face turned purple. Umbridge stared at Ada, as if she wanted to eat her alive.

Ada returned to the middle position, placed her hands in front of her chest with the fingertips touching each other, and stopped talking.

The Wizengamot members on both sides began to whisper again, discussing the final decision on the case.

After what seemed to Harry like a century, the disturbing whispers finally stopped.

"Please raise your hands if you agree that the charges are true," Ms. Bones said in a loud voice.

Fudge was the first to raise his hand, and there were six or seven other people who raised their hands at the same time, not many people. Fudge looked around, trying hard to suppress his anger, his throat moved, as if something was stuck.

"Please raise your hands if you agree that the charges are not established," Ms. Bones continued.

After saying that, Ms. Bones raised her hand. Then, many hands were raised one after another...more than half of the people!

"Very good, very good... the charges are not established." Fudge announced the verdict helplessly, his voice became strange.

(End of this chapter)