Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

At nine o'clock in the morning, as expected, the first reporters to arrive were from the Daily Prophet. There were four stenographers and four reporters. Usually, there wouldn't be so many reporters, but this time it was a major news story that would shake the entire wizarding world: a change of government in the Ministry of Magic, or an armed takeover. This was always the most explosive news, no matter the time.

"Hello, Mr. Harry." The reporter walking at the front extended his hand to Harry.

"Hello, please have a seat. I don't mind conducting an interview, but I hope it can be after the trial," Harry said, shaking his hand in return.

"Of course, as you wish." The reporter from the Daily Prophet was polite, completely unlike his usual aggressive demeanor. After all, with several fire dragons and an army of wizards wielding unknown tools and wands watching them, anyone would have to be polite.

Next to arrive were reporters from Wizarding Weekly, who were almost identical to those from The Daily Prophet. They were very polite to Harry and consciously walked to the pre-prepared seats.

To most people's surprise, Xenophilius Lovegood also came. The reporters from the other two companies didn't expect Harry to have invited The Quibbler, since Lovegood and his ilk were so charming that almost no one was willing to invite them for interviews.

"Hello, Harry, my daughter has mentioned you," said Mr. Lovegood, sounding somewhat rambling, his eyes constantly glancing at the cyborg dragon. "May I ask about that dragon?"

"Of course, but I suggest you sit down now, since business is more important. You can ask about the things you want to ask after the trial. I will have someone give you some information about the prosthetic fire dragon."

"Thank you then." Mr. Lovegood nodded solemnly and walked somewhat absentmindedly to his seat. Harry looked at Mr. Lovegood and thought of his daughter, Luna Lovegood, whom he had met before. Yes, she was indeed his biological daughter, but Luna was clearly more beautiful in her spirit.

.........

At 10 a.m., the makeshift courtroom in the Ministry of Magic's Great Hall was packed. The many chairs brought from Wizengamor were still not enough. The captured Ministry of Magic staff were also sitting in the audience. After they were captured, they were released on the spot once it was confirmed that they were not die-hard members of the old Ministry of Magic. However, because the entire Floo Network of the Ministry of Magic had been destroyed and there were not many Apparitions, they had to stay here and serve as jurors with the Hogwarts students.

Harry stood on the podium, with Lucius beside him, his cane planted on the ground. Behind them were Crabbe, Goyle's father and others, and even Theodore's father, whose face was tightly pursed, but a barely suppressed smile could be seen at the corner of his mouth.

Ever since he learned that the boy named Harry, whom Theodore had been following, had led an army from Azkaban to take over the Ministry of Magic, he was practically floating on air. His attitude towards Theodore completely changed, and even the way he looked at Ella softened. He even took the initiative to ask Ella to call him uncle, whereas before, it would have been considered a good attitude if he had let Ella into his house.

"Looks like everyone's here. Well then, bring Fudge up here." Harry said, sitting in the chair he'd moved from the minister's office. He watched as his soldiers entered the room that served as a temporary solitary confinement cell, dragged the sleeping Fudge out like a log, and threw him onto the torture chair that had been brought from Wizengamo. The bars around the torture chair protruded with spikes to prevent the prisoner from resisting.

"Where...where is this?..." Fuki slowly woke up, his vision blurry with rusty, blood-stained nails. He couldn't move his hands or feet; he was tied to a chair.

"Splash..."

A bucket of cold water was splashed on Fudge's head, instantly waking him from his daze. He almost jumped up, but his obese body was firmly bound to the chair, and only his head could move around.

He finally realized his situation. He looked up and saw Harry sitting on the stage watching him. Behind and beside Harry were pure-blood family heads, Hogwarts students, reporters, and even the Humvees... He finally understood. Memories of the time before he was knocked unconscious surfaced in his mind. Fudge may be stupid, but his political thinking is very flexible. He had figured it out: the Ministry of Magic had lost.

"Now, Mr. Lucius Malfoy, please produce the evidence of Fudge's crimes that you have collected from the many oppressed people," Harry said, turning to look at Lucius.

Fudge was also watching Lucius. He already knew what was going on when he saw Lucius standing next to Harry, but he still had a sliver of unrealistic expectation in his heart.

Under everyone's gaze, Lucius took out a folded scroll from his pocket, unfolded it, and Fudge's crimes were listed clearly. Fudge lowered his head, shook his head, and inwardly mocked himself for having such unrealistic ideas.

As Lucius recounted Fudge's crimes one by one, the stenographers in the seats transcribed them rapidly with their automatic magic pens. Moreover, upon hearing about crimes such as "Fudge maliciously letting Death Eaters go," they were like sharks smelling blood. Mr. Lovegood's eyes lit up, but he was more concerned about whether Fudge actually had an army of fire spirits.

Fudge ignored him, sitting quietly in his chair. If Harry had used politics to defeat him, he would have tried to defend himself and regain Harry's trust. But Harry relied on the army. Damn, so many Aurors couldn't last an hour against Harry, and there were so many pure-blood families supporting him, and even Grindelwald and Dumbledore were pushing him along. What was the point of resisting? He got it.

"Cornell Fudge, as the former Minister of Magic, you have no regard for the people or the wizarding world. You oppress the people, exploit wizards, and even concealed information about Voldemort and destroyed important information carried by Death Eaters for your own selfish desires... Every crime is well-documented. Under the laws of the International Ministry of Magic, you are sentenced to death. Do you have any objections?" While Fudge was still in a daze, Harry stood up from his seat and said to Fudge.

"I plead guilty, no objection," Fudge said calmly, his composure bordering on detached. He had long anticipated this day, but never expected it to be like this.

"Very good." Harry was fairly satisfied with Fudge's guilty plea and thought he could make his death quicker later. "Take him away, and then bring up the accomplice, Dolores Umbridge."

After he finished speaking, several soldiers untied Fudge, pulled him up from the chair, and took him to another temporary detention center, a temporary detention center prepared for death row inmates.

Then, the door to the solitary confinement cell was opened by soldiers, and Umbridge, who looked like a pink toad, was pulled out and slammed onto the torture chair and tied up. Before Umbridge could even open his eyes, a bucket of ice water was poured over his head, drenching him completely.

Umbridge was instantly jolted awake, and when she looked up, she saw Harry and the others in the trial bench.

"Now, the trial of the accomplice, Dolores Umbridge, begins!"