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'Ve
ry
well
,
'
said
Fudge
.
'
The
accused
being
present
--
finally
--
let
us
begin
.
Are
you
ready
?
'
he
called
down
the
row
.
'
Yes
,
sir
,
'
said
an
eager
voice
Harry
knew
.
Ron
's
brother
Percy
was
sitting
at
the
very
end
of
the
front
bench
.
Harry
looked
at
Percy
,
expecting
some
sign
of
recognition
from
him
,
but
none
came
.
Percy
's
eyes
,
behind
his
horn-rimmed
glasses
,
were
fixed
on
his
parchment
,
a
quill
poised
in
his
hand
.
'D
isciplinary
hearing
of
the
twelfth
of
August
,
'
said
Fudge
in
a
ringing
voice
,
and
Percy
began
taking
notes
at
once
,
'
into
offences
committed
under
the
Decree
for
the
Reasonable
Restriction
of
Underage
Sorcery
and
the
International
Statute
of
Secrecy
by
Harry
James
Potter
,
resident
at
number
four
,
Privet
Drive
,
Little
Whinging
,
Surrey
.
'
Interrogators
:
Cornelius
Oswald
Fudge
,
Minister
for
Magic
;
Amelia
Susan
Bones
,
Head
of
the
Department
of
Magical
Law
Enforcement
;
Dolores
Jane
Umbridge
,
Senior
Undersecretary
to
the
Minister
.
'
Court
Scribe
,
Percy
Ignatius
Weasley
--
'
'
--
Witness
for
the
defence
,
Albus
Percival
Wulfric
Brian
Dumbledore
,
'
said
a
quiet
voice
from
behind
Harry
,
who
turned
his
head
so
fast
he
cricked
his
neck
.
Dumbledore
was
striding
serenely
across
the
room
wearing
long
midnight-blue
robes
and
a
perfectly
calm
expression
.
His
long
silver
beard
and
hair
gleamed
in
the
torchlight
as
he
drew
level
with
Harry
and
looked
up
at
Fudge
through
the
half-moon
spectacles
that
rested
halfway
down
his
very
crooked
nose
.
The
members
of
the
Wizengamot
were
muttering
.
All
eyes
were
now
on
Dumbledore
.
Some
looked
annoyed
,
others
slightly
frightened
;
two
elderly
witches
in
the
back
row
,
however
,
raised
their
hands
and
waved
in
welcome
.
A
powerful
emotion
had
risen
in
Harry
's
chest
at
the
sight
of
Dumbledore
,
a
fortified
,
hopeful
feeling
rather
like
that
which
phoenix
song
gave
him
.
He
wanted
to
catch
Dumbledore
's
eye
,
but
Dumbledore
was
not
looking
his
way
;
he
was
continuing
to
look
up
at
the
obviously
flustered
Fudge
.
'
Ah
,
'
said
Fudge
,
who
looked
thoroughly
disconcerted
.
'D
umbledore
.
Yes
.
You
--
er
--
got
our
--
er
--
message
that
the
time
and
--
er
--
place
of
the
hearing
had
been
changed
,
then
?
'
