v2 Chapter 891： Allegations of murder

Unlike a dumb gun that does not have magic power, a silent person has a strong ability to cast spells.

However, for a variety of reasons, their magical talents were not excavated normally and had to be suppressed in the body.

This situation is very common before the magic school is not established. Even nowadays, it is common in Asia. Those magic schools and spell schools that focus on the inheritance of the blood and the source of the opportunity will not easily recruit students.

In general, as time goes by, the magic that is suppressed in the body will gradually dissipate.

The wizard who could have achieved something, eventually turned into a Muggle that would not be magic, like a dumb gun.

undefinedHowever, if these people are severely stimulated by the mind in this process, the distortion of the character will infect the suppressed energy in the body. The two influence each other, and the dark power that is infected and demonized will eventually give birth to their own consciousness.

It parasitizes in the host and draws power until the dorm can't supply the energy it needs to die.

When the host is extremely out of control, it will be swallowed up by this terrible consciousness, become a murderer, and have terrible power.

A long time ago, there were black wizards who tried to mass-produce the murderers by artificial means to conquer the world.

The black wizards searched a large number of magical children, imprisoned in uninhabited islands or prisons, and did not teach them how to use magic, but they tortured them until they were swallowed up by hatred and became weapons of war. .

This is an extremely evil act, resisted by the entire magic world.

As the trial continued, Fudge became even more annoyed.

"On the night of August 2, about nine o'clock, I went out to the corner shop at the intersection of Wisteria Road to buy cat food." Under the questioning of Fudge, Mrs. Fager immediately said, as if she had already All the words were backed up. "I heard the noise coming from the alley between Mulan Xinyue Street and Wisteria Road. I went to the alley and saw the dementors running..."

"Run?" Ms. Borns said sternly. "The dementors will not run, they will only slide."

"I mean that." Mrs. Fergu said quickly, and there was a flush on her dry face. "Slide in the alley and pounce on people like two boys."

"What do they look like?" said Ms. Boons, her eyes narrowed and the edges of the monocles were trapped in the flesh.

"Hey, one is big, the other is thin--"

"No, no." Ms. Borns said impatiently. "I am talking about the Dementors and describe their appearance."

"Hey!" said Mrs. Figg, and now the blush spread to her neck. "They are big, big, and wearing cloaks."

Upon hearing her description, Harry felt his heart sinking horribly.

Regardless of what Mrs. Fager said, he seemed to have seen only the photos of the dementors at most, and the photos simply couldn't convey the true essence of those guys: they were weird when they were floating a few inches from the ground. The horrible look; the rotten stench that they exude; and the terrible squeaking sound they make when they swallow the surrounding air.

On the second row of benches, a short, chunky, black-and-shouldered wizard took a whisper to the witch's ear next to a haircut.

The wizard showed a smirk and nodded.

"Great, wearing a cloak?!" Ms. Borns repeated, and Fudge snorted snorted. "I understand, is there anything else to add?"

"Yes." Mrs. Figg said, "I feel them, everything is getting cold, don't forget the summer night when it was very hot. Then I felt that all the happiness disappeared from the world. I remembered a terrible thing. A long time ago, I was proved to have no spellcasting ability that night, my grandma held me..."

Her voice trembled and she gradually disappeared.

Ms. Burns's eyes were slightly wide, and she could see the red marks left by the eyebrows below her eyebrows.

"What did the Dementor do?" she asked softly.

"They rushed toward the two boys." Mrs. Fergu said that her voice was now stronger and more confident, and the blush on her face also receded. It seemed to completely recall the scene at the time. "A boy fell down, another One side stepped back and tried to repel the dementor. It was Harry, he tried twice, and it only turned out to be silver smoke. The third time he tried again, he became a patron saint. The first dementor was poured, then it was courageous, and the second dementor was driven away from Harry's cousin. Yes, this is what happened at the time."

When Mrs. Fergu finished, her voice became a little weak.

Ms. Burns silently looked at Mrs. Fager, and Fudge did not look at her, just to play with his documents.

Finally, he raised his eyes and said a little aggressively, "That is what you see, is it?"

"It was what happened at the time." Mrs. Figg said it again.

"Very good!" said Fudge. "You can go."

Mrs. Figg looked at Fudge with timidity and looked at Dumbledore, then stood up and dragged his feet toward the door.

I can hear that the door was closed heavily behind her.

"One does not know the so-called dumb gun." Fudge said arrogantly, "this witness is not very convincing."

"Oh, I don't think so!" said Ms. Bowens in her loud voice. "The power of her attack on the Dementors is very accurate. I can't imagine why they would say that if they weren't there. ""

"Is this the case? The dementor ran to a Muggle residential area and happened to meet a wizard?" Fudge said scornfully. "You don't really believe this story. The possibility is very small. Even Bagman will not bet..."

"I don't think anyone of us would believe that the dementors are there. It's a coincidence." Dumbledore said softly.

Umbridge, who was sitting on the right side of Fudge, moved slightly. Since Dumbledore came in, her face was shrouded in the shadows.

But everyone else is motionless and does not say a word.

"What do you mean in the end?" Fudge asked coldly.

"It means I think someone sent them," said Dumbledore.

"If someone orders two dementors to stroll in the small Huijin area, we should have a record!" Fudge snarled. "But no, we have nothing here."

"If the two dementors recently accepted instructions from someone other than the Ministry of Magic, it would not be necessary." Dumbledore said calmly, "I have told you my opinion on this issue, Connelly."

"Yes, you said it!" Fudge said hard. "And I have no reason to believe that your opinion is not nonsense, Dumbledore. The dementors are still strictly obeying our orders and staying in Azka. class."

"So..." Dumbledore said calmly and clearly, "We must ask ourselves, why would someone in the Ministry of Magic order two Dementors to the alley on August 2?"

As soon as these words were finished, the field was silent.

"Can I add one sentence?" Ai Wen said in a timely manner. He did not care about Fudge's expression and said all his thoughts. "I mentioned relevant suggestions in the newspaper, since Mr. Minister firmly believes that the dementors are also strictly obeyed. The order of the Ministry of Magic, why not check it internally, is there someone in the Ministry who ordered the dementors to attack the city in Muggles. In my opinion, this may not be simple, it involves a terrible Conspiracy and murder..."