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ched the Lestranges sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban。
The walls were made of dark stone； dimly lit by torches。 Empty benches rose on either side of him； but ahead； in the highest benches of all； were many shadowy figures。 They had been talking in low voices； but as the heavy door swung closed behind Harry an ominous silence fell。
A cold male voice rang across the courtroom。
'You're late。'
'Sorry；' said Harry nervously 'I … I didn't know the time had been changed。'
That is not the Wizengamot's fault；' said the voice。 'An owl was sent to you this morning。 Take your seat。'
Harry dropped his gaze to the chair in the centre of the room； the arms of which were covered in chains。 He had seen those chains spring to life and bind whoever sat between them。 His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked across the stone floor。 When he sat gingerly on the edge of the chair the chains clinked threateningly； but did not bind him。 Feeling rather sick； he looked up at the people seated at the bench above。
There were about fifty of them； all； as far as he could see； wearing plum…coloured robes with an elaborately worked silver 'W on the left…hand side of the chest and all staring down their noses at him； some with very austere expressions； others looks of frank curiosity。
In the very middle of the front row sat Cornelius Fudge； the Minister for Magic。 Fudge was a portly man who often sported a lime…green bowler hat； though today he had dispensed with it； he had dispensed； too； with the indulgent smile he had once worn when he spoke to Harry。 A broad； square…jawed witch with very short grey hair sat on Fudge's left； she wore a monocle and looked forbidding。 On Fudge's right was another witch； but she was sitting so far back on the bench that her face was in shadow。
'Very 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。
'Disciplinary hearing of the twelfth of August；' said Fudge in a ringing voice； and Percy began taking notes at once； 'into offences mitted 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 wele。
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。 'Dumbledore。 Yes。 You … er … got our … er … message that the time and …er … place of the hearing had been changed； then？'
'I must have missed it；' said Dumbledore cheerfully。 'However； due to a lucky mistake I arrived at the Ministry three hours early； so no harm done。'
'Yes … well … I suppose we'll need another chair … I … Weasley； could you …？'
'Not to worry； not to worry；' said Dumbledore pleasantly； he took out his wand； gave it a little flick； and a squashy chintz armchair appeared out of nowhere next to Harry。 Dumbledore sat down； put the tips of his long fingers together and surveyed Fudge over them with an expression of polite interest。 The Wizengamot was still muttering and fidgeting restlessly； only when Fudge spoke again did they settle down。
'Yes；' said Fudge again； shuffling his notes。 'Well； then。 So。 The charges。 Yes。'
He extricated a piece of parchment from the pile before him； took a deep breath； and read out； The charges against the accused are as follows：
That he did knowingly； deliberately and in full awareness of the illegality of his actions； having received a previous written warning from the Ministry of Magic on a similar charge； produce a Patronus Charm in a Muggle…inhabited area； in the presence of a Muggle； on the second of August at twenty…three minutes past nine； which constitutes an offence under Paragraph C of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery； I875； and also under Section I3 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy。
'You are Harry James Potter； of number four； Privet Drive； Little Whinging； Surrey？' Fudge said； glaring at Harry over the top of his parchment。
'Yes；' Harry said。
'You received an official warning from the Ministry for using illegal magic three years ago； did you not？'
'Yes； but …'
'And yet you conjured a Patronus on the night of the second of August？' said Fudge。
'Yes；' said Harry； 'but …'
'Knowing that you are not permitted to use magic outside school while you are under the age of seventeen？'
'Yes； but …'
'Knowing that you were in an area full of Muggles？'
'Yes； but …'
'Fully aware that you were in close proximity to a Muggle at the time？'
'Yes；' said Harry angrily； 'but I only used it because we were …'
The witch with the monocle cut across him in a booming voice。
'You produced a fully…fledged Patronus？'
'Yes；' said Harry； 'because …'
'A corporeal Patronus？'
'A … what？' said Harry。
'Your Patronus had a clearly defined form？ I mean to say； it was more than vapour or smoke？'
'Yes；' said Harry； feeling both impatient and slightly desperate； 'it's a stag； it's always a stag。'
'Always？' boomed Madam Bones。 'You have produced a Patronus before now？'
'Yes；' said Harry； 'I've been doing it for over a year。'
'And you are fifteen years old？'
'Yes； and …'
'You learned this at school？'
'Yes； Professor Lupin taught me in my third year； because of the …'
'Impressive；' said Madam Bones； staring down at him； 'a true Patronus at his age： very impressive indeed。'
Some of the wizards and witches around her were muttering again； a few nodded； but others were frowning and shaking their heads。
'It's