The Original Deal

At Dumbledore's position, people no longer cared about what benefits he might bring. They only watched him with all their attention, waiting to see what mistakes he might make.

Fortunately, Dumbledore had not done anything wrong all these years, and he was skilled at using his influence. That greatly reassured Jon.

And in this court over a trumped-up charge, he displayed the intimidation he ought to display.

The very idea of interrogating a Legendary Wizard was questionable in itself.

If Grindelwald had been present, then regardless of anyone else, Fudge and his follower Umbridge would already have been reduced to ashes.

Even if Jon had been standing down there, it would have been no exception.

They should have been grateful for Dumbledore's kindness that they could still sit here obediently.

After sitting here for so long, Cao Wen vaguely felt the place becoming damp and chilly. Umbridge's voice in particular was utterly unbearable. Her shrill, thin voice seemed deliberately designed to disgust people, and it was profoundly unpleasant to listen to.

This joke of a court and its laws especially caused Jon to gradually lose patience.

If Dumbledore had not occasionally cast covert glances his way, he would have left already.

Still, watching Dumbledore crush Fudge intellectually within reasonable bounds was not entirely boring.

Fortunately, Harry's case ended quickly. With his gentle yet extremely forceful manner, Dumbledore refuted every one of Fudge's arguments.

It was a one-sided slaughter.

The result came out quickly. More than half of them believed the charge did not stand, so there was no need to say anything further.

The matter ended there.

Dumbledore drew his wand and put away his armchair, then turned and left, walking out cheerfully.

Jon did nothing. He glanced at the witch dressed like a pink toad, but ultimately did not