The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

After understanding the conspiracy behind the trial, the purpose of Ye Ting's series of actions after entering the trial court became clear.

After Ye Ting entered the courtroom, he immediately gave them a blow. He snapped his fingers five times and used shapeshifting magic five times, turning the dark and depressing courtroom into a warm Christmas tea party scene. This powerful hand Shapeshifting and wandless spellcasting abilities really terrify the necromancers of the Wizengamot - this is almost the same level of power as Dumbledore and the Demon King.

And what is the concept of power at the same level as Dumbledore and the Dark Lord? First of all, with Ye Ting's ability to cast spells without a wand, don't expect the Aurors to catch him, even if he himself is waiting to be killed, Azka Ben couldn't lock him down either - at least the Dementors would be frightened and run away if they saw him. And those who offended him should be worried. After all, the real young man in front of him, who can be called "217", is not as noble as Dumbledore. He may be very impulsive, so he voted in favor of the verdict. Everyone has to be at risk. If they are retaliated against, they have no ability to resist at all.

Therefore, although Ye Ting's behavior slapped the Wizengamot in the face, it was also a warning. The necromancers present seemed to hear the boy saying coldly in their ears: " This is my power! So pay attention to your attitude later. If you offend me, what do you think will happen to you?"

And Dumbledore's singing with Ye Ting on the trial bench was a clear support for Ye Ting. In front of such two powerful necromancers, all the opponents had to hesitation.

"Should I offend these two people at the same time?"

The answer is obvious. Although Cornelius Fudge and the pure-blood faction had been attracted in advance, facing such a young strongman and the veteran white necromancer leader at the same time, almost all neutrals immediately gave up their original intentions. Instead, they moved closer to Ye Ting and Dumbledore, and they expressed their attitudes by enjoying the refreshments arranged by Ye Ting.

It has the feeling of "after drinking this bowl of wine, you are one of our own" like a big shot in the world.

Needless to say, those necromancers who were originally on Ye Ting's side wished that this trial would turn into a farce.

Even some pure-blood necromancers were frightened by Ye Ting's move, and they also began to hesitate. Is this plan too rash? They may have kicked themselves on the iron plate.

However, Cornelius Fudge did not notice the change in the situation for the time being. He suppressed his blush and suppressed his anger and announced loudly: "The defendant is finally here, let's get started. Are you ready?"

This sentence was said towards his end of the bench.

"Yes, sir." His assistant answered.

"The trial on November 20th," Fudge said in a booming voice, "is the trial of Ting Yip, a third-year student in the Ravenclaw branch of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, for violating the rules on the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch on November 11th. Cases concerning the Protection of Public Servants of the Ministry of Magic Act and the Azkaban Public Servants Act.

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, High Level Undersecretary , absent. Trial Recorder: Robin Boy Lopez Butler --- Defense Witnesses: None --"

Hearing this, Dumbledore stood up in the trial seat and interrupted coldly: "Defense witnesses: All Hogwarts teachers and students, "Plenipotentiary" Albus Percival Woolver Rick Brian Dumbledore

Dumbledore's words immediately choked Fudge. He opened his mouth feebly, trying to point out that witnesses could not entrust others to be present, but in the end he did not say it.

"Yes," Fudge said, moving the papers in front of him awkwardly, "Okay then. Now...the charges. Yes."

He pulled out a piece of parchment from a pile of documents, took a deep breath, and read aloud: "The defendant is accused of the following crimes: 'The defendant had previously received a written warning from the Ministry of Magic for similar accusations, and this time he was fully aware that he was When the act was illegal, he deliberately and knowingly cast a divine guard on the Quidditch pitch of Hogwarts at 5:27 pm on November 11 in front of all the teachers and students of the school. curse, and attacked the dementors in Azkaban who were tasked with patrolling Hogwarts, killing a total of eighteen dementors, and seriously injured seven of them, forcing them to carry out a long-term operation. More than two months of training.

"This behavior violates paragraph 24 of paragraph 5 of the Protection of Public Servants of the Ministry of Magic Act of 1967 and paragraph 7 of the Azkaban Public Servants Act of 1844. Twenty-one..."

"You are a third-year student of the Ravenclaw branch of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Jian Ye Fudge asked, glaring at Ye Jian from the parchment list.

"Yes."

Ye Ting said calmly.

"You were officially warned by the Ministry of Magic two months ago for using magic to attack and harm dementors, right?"

"That's right."

"Do you know that the dementors you harmed are employees of the Ministry of Magic and are employed in Azkaban?"

"That's right."

"Did you know that the person you attacked was performing official duties for the Ministry of Magic at the time?"

"That's right."

At this time, the witch wearing a monocle interrupted Fudge with a loud and deep voice.

"You transformed into a fully grown Patronus?"

"That's right."

"Did your Patronus really hurt the Dementors?"

"That's right."

"Your patronus is a dragon? And this patronus has hurt and even killed dementors more than once?"

"Yes, it burned the dementors to death with its breath." Ye Zhi was a little impatient.

"Last question", the witch looked at him with a strange look: "Are you only fourteen years old?"

"Yes," Ye Ting frowned and said 3.3, "My birthday is in June."

"It's amazing that you actually invented a magic that can harm Dementors," Ms. Bones looked at him and said in admiration, "No one has ever been able to harm Dementors! You are the first to do this. A little bit of people, and only fourteen years old, there are still many of us who can't even summon a patron saint." The necromancers around her began to whisper to each other again. Some nodded and drank tea again, while others looked displeased and shook their heads.

"This is not a question of how amazing the magic is," Fudge said in an annoyed voice. "In fact, I think the more amazing it is, the worse it is, because the child is using magic to harm the staff of the Ministry of Magic. He is not here to do it. To be praised by you, but to be judged!”.