The hearing fell silent once again.
It seemed that every time Sirius spoke, silence followed. Harry knew why: the Ministry of Magic felt somewhat guilty when facing Sirius. After all, Sirius had suffered in Azkaban for over a decade because of the Ministry's mistake.
After quite a while, Fudge tried hard to change the subject. "Dementors cannot enter a Muggle community without being sent there."
"Now, that raises an interesting point." Sirius smiled. "Minister Fudge seems to be suggesting that someone sent the Dementors to attack Harry? That is a very bold but rather inspired conjecture."
"That is not what I meant." Fudge glared angrily at Sirius, who paid no attention whatsoever to his glare.
There was little Fudge could do about Sirius's attitude. He could only grit his teeth and say, "If someone had ordered two Dementors to stroll brazenly around Little Whinging, we should have a record of it."
"Oh?" Harry could not help turning sarcastic again. "So, Minister, are you saying that the Ministry of Magic has complete control over the Dementors' movements? Is that what you mean?"
"Of course!" Fudge said firmly, without the slightest hesitation.
"Every movement of every single Dementor?" A hint of a scheming smile appeared on Harry's face.
"Of course..." Looking at Harry's expression, Fudge felt that something was wrong, but naturally, he could not change his answer now.
"Then here is something interesting." Harry's smile grew even brighter, the expression of someone whose scheme had succeeded:
"During a Quidditch match in my third year, over thirty Dementors broke into the pitch and attacked me and my fellow student, Cedric Diggory. I hope the Ministry of Magic can find whoever gave that order and make them pay."
"That was..." Fudge opened his mouth, at a loss for words.
"The emotions at the