"How exactly did that Muggle postman choke to death because of a Chocolate Frog?!"
Amosta's cold, hard voice echoed through the frigid courtroom, each word striking like a hammer!
The 'resourceful' ministerial adviser, Dolores Umbridge, could no longer maintain her false smile. She stared uncertainly at Amosta Breen, the corner of her eye twitching nonstop.
Chocolate Frogs actually had safety measures like that?
What a joke—who could have thought of that?!
The planners and executors of this scheme were all highly influential figures in the British wizarding world. How could they possibly have paid attention to such details?
"Th-this—"
Fear finally appeared in Fudge's eyes.
"I've... I've never heard of—"
he stammered.
"I can testify to that, Minister Fudge—"
On the judges' bench, a scholarly-looking wizard with a thick, curly brown beard rose to his feet. He bowed neither humbly nor arrogantly to Fudge before calmly addressing his fellow judges.
"At present, more than forty workshops in the British wizarding world produce Chocolate Frogs, and all of them follow the same production standards."
"Enough!"
Umbridge's sudden outburst startled the wizard scholar who had risen to 'educate' them.
They could not let Breen continue to 'improvise'!
A vicious glint flashed through Umbridge's eyes as she shouted at the floor below.
"Even if Chocolate Frogs have some safety features, what does that prove, Breen? Perhaps the Chocolate Frog Potter bought was defective, which is why this tragedy happened!"
The brown-bearded wizard opened his mouth to speak, but Amosta Breen smiled amiably at him and motioned for him to sit down. So, he did not argue further.
"You mean—"
Amosta questioned unhurriedly.
"Among the hundreds of thousands of quality-approved Chocolate Frogs sold in the wizarding world every year, Harry James Potter happened to buy the one defective one, and that Chocolate Frog then