The hearing was over, and Harry had successfully weathered the immediate crisis.
Yet venting his anger had done nothing to improve his mood. His instincts told him that before Cornelius Fudge lost his position as Minister of Magic, the man would continue making trouble for him.
As for swallowing his anger and pretending he did not know Fudge had sent Dementors to attack him? That Fudge had used despicable means to frame him when forcing him to come to the Ministry of Magic for a hearing? Even if Harry had truly been willing to swallow every grievance, Fudge had never intended to let him go.
Constantly backing down would only make things worse. It would only make others think you were weak and easy to bully.
If you fought back, even if you lost, it would not be too disastrous, because your opponent would get hurt too. They would be afraid too. Even Voldemort feared death, let alone everyone else.
"How did it go?"
Mr. Weasley looked at Harry anxiously and asked.
"It's been cleared up. None of the charges stand," Harry said with a smile as he looked at the tense Mr. Weasley.
"To be honest, when I heard they were formally convening a trial against 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 previous night, 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 deeply surprised.
"Yes, I knew." Harry asked calmly, "Are we going back now?"
"I'll take you back myself,"