Harry Potter, the savior of Night City

Umbridge, still reeling from being thrown onto the torture chair, was completely bewildered. Her cunning mind, filled with malicious schemes, couldn't grasp the situation. But when the first bucket of ice water was poured over her, she finally came to her senses. Looking at the soldiers, staff, and Harry Potter on the high platform, the first words she uttered silenced the entire room.

"You Muggle bastards!! I'm telling you, half of Wizengamot is mine, just wait until I get out! Just wait until I get out!!"

Her obese body writhed like a maggot, and even with those iron hoops, Umbridge still bumped into the spikes on the torture cage, tearing her skin open and causing pain to surge into her brain, finally bringing this fool to her senses.

The crowd watched silently as she went berserk. Only when she had completely calmed down and could only glare at them with venomous eyes did Lucius Malfoy step forward and read out Umbridge's crimes.

"Dolores Umbridge, former Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic and former Chairman of the Muggle-born High Council, is being tried in this court on seventeen charges, subject to the current Ministry of Magic laws. The charges include: anti-Muggle, torture, unlawful imprisonment, abuse of power, murder..."

"Lucius! What are you doing! You promised me! You promised me! You said you would handle everything!"

Lucius's reading was interrupted, but he glanced at Umbridge expressionlessly before saying, "Ms. Umbridge, I do not recall having any private agreement with you. The Malfoy family and I have always abided by the law and acted entirely in accordance with it. As a juror of the new Ministry of Magic, Wizengamo, I once again recommend that you remain silent. Otherwise, I will request the court to add another charge against you for contempt of court."

"You!!!" Umbridge's face turned completely red, and he looked like a disgusting toad, but in the end he didn't say anything, only muttering words like "Muggle-raised bastard, fence-sitter" under his breath.

"So, the first charge is anti-Muggle." Lucius looked at the parchment in his hand, his face expressionless, but inwardly he was somewhat resentful. After all, the Malfoy family's discrimination against Muggles was no less than that of other families, but now, the status of Muggles would probably be several levels higher than before.

After gathering his thoughts, Lucius continued, "Since August 1, 1995, the committee, led by Umbridge, has been conducting bloodline checks on more than 470 Muggle-born wizards and half-blood wizards. These checks are carried out in secret, and the methods include, but are not limited to, forced injection of truth serum, wand deprivation, and confiscation of personal property. At the same time, the second and third charges are also involved here: torture and unlawful detention."

As he spoke, Lucius waved his wand, and a magical screen appeared before everyone, displaying the inhumane acts committed by Umbridge's committee against Muggle-born wizards and half-blood wizards. In the dock, the reporters and stenographers were going crazy taking notes; the speed of the magical stenographers was not enough. They had to embellish the stories themselves to make them more vivid.

"You're lying! All of this is fake. I never knew anything about these things." Umbridge stubbornly resisted. She thought her disguise was flawless, but little did she know that to the pure-blood family, her so-called disguise was no different from an unlocked public toilet.

"Please let the witness speak." Lucius didn't say much, but looked at his house-elf. The house-elf immediately understood, teleported to the carriage, and pulled a person down. Umbridge couldn't turn her head, and she only saw the person's face when he walked onto the stage.

"Leon!! (fictional) How dare you betray me!!" Umbridge's eyes widened in fury, her eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

The man called Lyon glanced indifferently at Umbridge, then stood on the stage and turned to the crowd.

"As the former executive director of the Muggle-born High Commission, I am deeply aware of my mistakes and deeply repent. After the presentation of evidence, I will enter a new prison as a criminal. I do not beg for forgiveness; I simply want to prevent more people from experiencing these inhumane acts. Once again, I will present evidence of what Dolores Umbridge did."

As he spoke, Leon took out his wand and waved it in the air. The image on the screen dimmed and then switched to another perspective—Leon's first-person view.

"There's such magic?" Harry thought to himself, looking at the perspective on the screen. But with his more advanced technology, these little spells were honestly no big deal to him.

The images on the screen flashed by, and the reporters below almost broke their fingers from writing. Umbridge stared at the screen with a flushed face. Leon, Harry, and Lucius couldn't catch their breath and fainted.

But then, a curse struck her chest, forcing her back to consciousness, where she glared venomously at everything on the stage.

"Well then, the evidence is conclusive, and the charges are established!" Harry said, striking down with his gavel. But he wasn't really moved; in fact, he found it rather amusing. He was a teenager, and the excellent education he received in Night City had completely distorted his values ​​and made him seem unkind. He simply felt that such wrong and corporate-like behavior deserved to die. Incidentally, Harry used to be a fan of Johnny Silverhand.

"Next are the charges of abuse of power and murder..."

..........

After all seventeen charges were given, it had been from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. It must be said that Lucius had done a thorough job of finding information. He managed to find twenty witnesses and nineteen pieces of evidence for the seventeen charges, which directly pinned Umbridge to the pillory of guilt. Umbridge stopped struggling at this point. She sat blankly on the torture chair, as if her soul had been taken away, without saying a word.

"Therefore, Dolores Jane Umbridge, guilty on all seventeen counts, and the court hereby sentences her as follows:"

First: He shall wear a magic suppression device for life and shall never use magic until death; disobedience will be punishable by death.

Second: Confiscate all of Gringotts' personal property to compensate all the victims' families;

Third: He will be transferred to a new prison for life imprisonment in solitary confinement without parole;

Fourth: The new Ministry of Magic will strip you of most of your sensory abilities, specifically by using magic to blind or damage your sight, hearing, taste, and smell for the rest of your life.

Fifth: Anyone who contacts anyone other than prison guards or prison staff by any means shall be executed immediately;

The judgment is effective immediately and shall be executed immediately!

As Harry's gavel struck, Umbridge panicked instantly. "You, you have no right to judge me! I am a noble pure-blood wizard! I am the Second Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic! You bastards, you fools, you have no right to touch me!!"

Umbridge writhed and swirled with magical energy, but Harry's soldiers immediately stepped forward and placed the magic-suppressing device made by the Hushers around Umbridge's neck. The magical energy fluctuations vanished instantly, and Umbridge cursed the crowd on the stage as he was dragged into the darkness under their watchful eyes.

Harry stood up, looked at the press box, and gave a polished smile. "The interviews and reports can be published now, but I think people will prefer the word 'trial.' What do you think?"

"Of course, this is a just trial." The reporter from the Daily Prophet stated his position first, and other reporters followed suit, even Mr. Lovegood vaguely indicating to Harry that he supported him.

Harry nodded in satisfaction.

"Now that this trial has come to a successful conclusion, the next step is to define the functions of the new Ministry of Magic and promulgate the relevant laws. In my capacity as Minister of the new Ministry of Magic, I hereby appoint the first Director of the Legal Enforcement Division of the new Ministry of Magic."

As he spoke, Harry looked at Lucius standing beside him.

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy played a tremendous role in quelling the rebellion of the old Ministry of Magic and in supporting the new Ministry of Magic. He had an irreplaceable role in the establishment of the new Ministry of Magic. At the same time, in the trial of the stubborn members of the old Ministry of Magic, Mr. Lucius Malfoy demonstrated his familiarity with the law and his absolutely correct understanding, and showed his firm stance and absolute support for the law with an absolutely correct attitude..."

As he spoke, Harry pulled out a pre-prepared letter of appointment from his pocket and, in full view of everyone, formally handed it to Lucius with both hands. Lucius's lips tightened into a tight smile as he accepted the letter.

"I hereby appoint Lucius Malfoy as the new Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic. Lucius Malfoy, are you willing, and will be devoted to the absolute justice of the law for the rest of your life, and to serve the benefit of the wizarding community for the rest of your life?"

"I, Lucius Malfoy, hereby accept the position of Head of the Department of Law Enforcement. I pledge my life to the absolute justice of the law. I will perform my duties in accordance with the current laws of the British Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamor oversight mechanism. All those who break the law, whether pure-blood, half-blood, Muggle-born, or Squib, will be subject to equal scrutiny. All those who suffer injustice, regardless of their bloodline, wealth, or social connections, will have equal access to appeals." With that, Lucius reached out and grasped Harry's hand. His other hand drew a wand from within his robes and raised it high, a golden light emanating from its tip. A bond formed between Harry's and his hand, and Harry understood its meaning. Ancient magic surged within him, and a modified, unbreakable oath flowed from his hand.

"Lucius Malfoy, are you willing to pledge your life to the law of absolute justice?"

"I do."

"Are you willing to treat all people of different backgrounds equally and to enforce the law in full?"

"I do."

"Are you willing to be loyal to me and pledge allegiance to the new Ministry of Magic?"

"I do."

Three golden ribbons linked the two people's hands together and then disappeared into the air.

Harry turned to the stenographer behind him, who was taking notes rapidly, and the reporter taking photos, and said, "Well then, you are all free to conduct your interviews now."