The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

After hearing Cornelius Fudge's words, Ye Ting, who seemed impatient due to boring questions, suddenly broke out.

"Being judged?" He stood up from his seat and glanced at the surrounding necromancers with a arrogant and indifferent look, "Do you really think that I am here to be judged?"

At this moment, heavy pressure fell on everyone, cold sweat began to flow down constantly, panic, fear and despair began to engulf their hearts, leaving them breathless. At this moment, they no longer felt that they were a glorious member of the Wizengamot, but just a helpless little animal being targeted by natural enemies.

It's Longwei.

Although he did not transform into Dragon, the dragon power released by Ye Ting still put great mental pressure on the necromancers present. Everyone showed their composure under this dragon power. Only Dumbledore could maintain his original state. demeanor.

But in fact, even Dumbledore himself was shocked in his heart, because the huge momentum just now almost overwhelmed him, which neither Voldemort nor Grindelwald had ever experienced.

Looking at the trembling necromancers in front of him, Ye Ting nodded with satisfaction and put away his dragon power. The next moment, the necromancers were staggering around as if they had been granted amnesty, especially Fudge himself, who lay on the table and gulped. He was breathing heavily, and the blow just now almost completely suffocated him.

Even facing Voldemort could not put such great pressure on them. They even thought for a moment that the boy in front of them would suddenly turn into a Dragon and devour everyone present.

From this moment on, everyone looked at Ye Ting with respect, reverence, fear, and fear. No one dared to regard him as a fourteen-year-old boy.

Ye Ting returned to his chair, leaned lazily on the backrest, crossed his legs, and continued to say to Fudge: "I'm not here to accept any trial. On the contrary, I'm here to hold you accountable. The Ministry of Magic claims to be able to Controlling the dementors, but allowing them to enter Hogwarts, almost causing serious consequences. I need the Ministry of Magic to give me a reasonable explanation for this matter, otherwise, this matter will not be so simple. It’s over~~.

His tone was very calm, as if he was just telling something trivial, but the words he spoke made Fudge feel extremely sad, because the person in front of him didn't take him seriously at all. He was provoking him, the Minister of Magic. Provoke the entire Ministry of Magic.

Fudge wanted to get angry, wanted to sternly accuse the boy in front of him, and wanted to make an impassioned statement that the Ministry of Magic would never be threatened, but when the words came to his lips, he subconsciously stopped and looked. The scene just now left a deep impression on him - the huge amounts of suffocating psychological pressure are still echoing repeatedly in his heart.

So, all he said was dry justification.

"That...that was just an...an accident, the Ministry of Magic was still able to maintain control of the Dementors.

However, this stammering defense seemed quite weak. Even Fudge's supporters couldn't help but look at him with disappointment.

Perhaps he was irritated by his cowardly performance, or perhaps he was stimulated by these looks of contempt or disappointment, so Fudge burst out.

"That's enough, that's enough!" Fudge said, forcing his face to show an arrogant expression, "I'm sorry for interrupting him, I think we should continue today's trial.

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At this time, there were footsteps at the door of the trial room, and an Auror ran in in a panic. When he saw Ye Ting sitting in the center, he clearly showed a fearful expression, but even so, he still He bravely ran to Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge seemed very impatient for his speech to be interrupted, but after listening to the Auror's whisper, his expression immediately became surprised. He looked at Ye Ting fiercely and showed a malicious smile. .

"My respected wizards and witches," the Auror suddenly said loudly after he retreated, "I have just received news that the hall of our Ministry of Magic has been destroyed!"

The news caused an outcry.

Fudge was quite satisfied with this reaction. He continued: "Just now, our Ministry of Magic hall was completely destroyed by a fire, including our fountains, our proud statues, all fireplaces and elevators. Everything was destroyed, and the culprit was the man in front of me.

His finger pointed at Ye Ting in the center.

"Led by our respected high-level Undersecretary Ms. Dolores Umbridge, dozens of brave Aurors were burned while fighting the fire," he said loudly in an impassioned tone: " `~More than twenty Aurors suffered huge amounts of injuries in the process of fighting against the arsonists. Our heroic Aurors were knocked unconscious on the spot by the heinous criminals. Some were buried in the ground, and some were killed. It was hung on the ceiling, and even one Auror was shapeshifted... In short, he was treated cruelly!"

His words changed and became severe: "The boy in front of you is not only a suspect in attacking Ministry of Magic staff, but now also an arsonist and a thug. I have reason to speculate that he is plotting to overthrow the Ministry of Magic. . My respected male and female necromancers, the person fighting in front of us may very well be the future Dark Lord. We must judge him before he causes any greater harm!"

Fudge's speech really surprised everyone. The burning of the lobby of the Ministry of Magic was something no one expected. Many necromancers began to whisper and some of them looked at Ye Ting with a somewhat unkind look.

Fu Ji looked at Ye Ting with some pride and announced: "Now, we are going to conduct a new round of trial on you. You will not deny everything I just said.

Suddenly, his roar stopped abruptly, and he closed his mouth tightly. Although the muscles on his face were constantly moving, he was still unable to make any sound. Even his face and thick neck were suppressed red.

"It's really ugly." Ye Ting's cold voice interrupted all discussions, "Shifting your responsibilities onto others, is this how your Ministry of Magic works? Confiscate the wand of a necromancer who has not been convicted, and ask for After searching my personal belongings, taking away my alchemy tools, mishandling the alchemy tools, and then blaming me for an accident, is the Ministry of Magic such an ugly and corrupt institution?"