The hearing was over, and Harry had successfully weathered the immediate crisis.
However, venting his anger had not improved his mood. His instincts told him that before Cornelius Fudge lost his position as Minister for Magic, the man would continue finding ways to cause him trouble.
As for swallowing his anger and pretending he did not know Fudge had sent Dementors to attack him? Pretending he did not know Fudge had used underhanded means to frame him when forcing him to come to the Ministry of Magic for a hearing?
Even if Harry were truly willing to swallow all those grievances, Fudge had no intention of letting him off.
Constantly backing down would only make things worse. It would only make others think you were weak and easy to bully.
Fighting back, even if he lost, would not leave him in too miserable a state, because his opponent would be hurt too, and would be afraid too. Even Voldemort feared death, let alone anyone else.
"How did it go?"
Mr. Weasley looked at Harry anxiously and asked.
"It's been cleared up. None of the charges stand." Harry smiled at the nervous Mr. Weasley.
"To be honest, when I heard they'd formally convened a hearing to try you..." Arthur had barely gotten halfway through his sentence before Harry interrupted him.
"Don't worry. I already knew. Sirius told me last night, and he arranged everything."
The night before, Sirius had told him that even if he lost the hearing, he could hide at Order of the Phoenix headquarters and settle the score with Fudge after he was removed from office. Besides, there was no way he could lose.
"You knew?" Mr. Weasley was utterly astonished.
"Yes, I knew." Harry asked calmly, "Are we going back now?"
"I'll take you back myself." Mr.