Elwyn had reported the incident in detail in the Hogwarts Magic Newspaper, and he believed that everyone present had seen the report.
But judging from their expressions, they probably did not believe it.
Even Lady Bowens, who had always been biased towards them, raised her thick eyebrows high and her monocle seemed to be slipping down.
In the early days of Lord Voldemort's power, the Bowens family was one of the most powerful pure-blooded Sorcerer families.
Like the Weasley family, they were willing to believe in Dumbledore instead of supporting Lord Voldemort.
Amelia Bowens' brother, Edgar Bowens, was also one of the founders of the Order of the Phoenix. He was a very good Sorcerer.
Because of the Bowens family's influence, Lord Voldemort personally killed Edgar's entire family, leaving only Amelia to escape.
Lord Voldemort used this to let the Sorcerer World know of his terror and succumb to his power.
Lady Bowens had never married, and only one branch of the once prominent Bowens family was left intact. Her niece, Susan Bowens, was a classmate of Elwyn and Harry. She was in the same grade as Harry and was a student of the Hufflepuff Academy.
She was a girl with a ruddy face and long blonde braids. She was a little neurotic, but she was a nice person.
"Dementors?" Lady Bowens murmured.
"Yes, two Dementors appeared in the alley at that time, heading straight for me and my cousin!"
"Ah!" Foggy spoke again, an annoying mocking laugh coming from his mouth. He looked around at the members of Weisengarmo, as if hoping that they would get the joke. "Yes, yes, I knew we'd hear such nonsense. I'm not surprised at all. This time, it's the Dementors attacking you!"
"The Dementors are in the Little Whim District?" Lady Bowens said, her tone full of surprise.
"Lady Bowens, you should have seen the report in the newspaper," Elwyn said.
"Yes, I have, but I don't understand …"
"Don't you understand, Amelia?" Foggy said mockingly, "Let me explain. These two kids really went to a lot of trouble. They discovered that Dementors could be a wonderful excuse. It's wonderful, isn't it? The Muggle couldn't see the Soul Catcher, could it? Very cleverly, very cleverly, so no witnesses, just your side of the story? Then you found a reporter who was good at making up lies and published this in that ridiculous newspaper, causing panic in the entire magic world to prove your greatness. A fifteen-year-old little Wizard was able to defeat two Dementors. How shocking would that be if word got out! "
Judging from his expression, he seemed to think that this was the whole truth.
"I'm not lying!" Harry said loudly. His voice covered the whispers in the courtroom again. "There were two of them. They came from both ends of the alley. Everything became so dark and cold. My cousin touched them and tried to run away …"
"That's enough, that's enough!" Foggy said with a very arrogant look on his face. "I'm sorry I interrupted him. I'm sure this is a well-rehearsed lie. We shouldn't listen to this kid's nonsense."
Just then, Dumbledore cleared his throat, and Weisengarmo quietened down again.
"Actually, we have a witness who can prove that the Dementors were indeed in that alley!" he said calmly. "I mean, besides Harry's cousin, Dudley Dersley."
Foggy's fat face seemed to relax suddenly, as if someone had let the air out of it.
"You have a witness?"
"Yes!" Dumbledore said with a smile.
"How could there be a witness? This whole thing was purely made up by these two kids …" he muttered, staring blankly at Dumbledore. After a long while, he seemed to pull himself together. "I'm afraid we don't have time to listen to this nonsense anymore. Dumbledore, I hope this can be dealt with quickly …"
"I may not remember it accurately!" Dumbledore said amiably. "But I believe that according to the Weisengarmo Charter of Rights, the defendant has the right to have a witness testify on his behalf, right? Isn't that the policy of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement? "
"Yes," said Ms. Burns. "Indeed."
"Oh, very well, very well. Where is this man?" Foggy said crossly. "How long will it take us to see him?"
"I've brought her," said Dumbledore. "She's just outside the door. Shall I …"
"No, no, Weasley, you go!" Foggy said rudely to Percy.
Percy stood up at once and ran down the stone steps from the bench.
He hurried past Dumbledore, Elwyn, and Harry without looking at them.
Then there was a noise outside the door, and Elwyn was sure he heard Rita Skeeter's voice.
Under her questioning, Percy dared not say a word.
Foggy panted heavily and stared impatiently at them as the murmurs grew louder and louder.
Judging by the present situation, today's trial was becoming a complete joke.
Now, all he needed was a reporter to add oil to the fire and report it. Then, he would be done for. This was great!
He glared fiercely at Elwyn and turned to whisper to Umrich beside him.
It was a long time before Percy returned, followed by Mrs. Figg.
She looked frightened and even more queer than usual.
Dumbledore got up, gave Mrs. Figg the chair, and conjured one for himself.
"Full name?" Foggy asked aloud, just as Mrs. Figg sat trembling on the edge of the chair.
"Arabella Dorien Figg," said Mrs. Figg in a slightly trembling voice.
"Who the devil are you?" asked Foggy in an impatient, haughty voice.
"I'm a resident of Little Whinging, next to Harry Potter's," said Mrs. Figg.
"In our records, there are no wizards living in Little Whinging except Mr. Potter," said Mrs. Bowens at once. Ms. Burns immediately said, "That area has been closely monitored because, well, something happened before."
"I'm a Squib," said Mrs. Figg. "So you won't register my name, will you?"
"A Squib, eh?" Foggy looked at her suspiciously. "We'll check it out. Tell my assistant, Weasley, about your parents later. By the way, can a Squib see a Dementor? "
He added, glancing to the right and to the right of the bench.
"Yes, we can!" said Mrs. Figg indignantly.
Foggy looked down at her again and raised his eyebrows.
Squibs were a very special group in the world of magic. They were people who came from wizarding families but could not learn magic, the exact opposite of Muggle's wizarding origins.
They were in an awkward position, and most of them had lived a mediocre and impoverished life.
Come to think of it, because of their parents' families, Squibs had some knowledge of magic, but had no opportunity to participate.
How sad it was that they did not blend in with either the world of magic or the world of Muggle.
The only fortunate thing was that there were very few squalls. Experts generally believed that due to the genetic advantage of magic, the phenomenon of descendants not knowing how to use magic was very rare in the magic world.
Correspondingly, this greatly increased the misfortune of Squibs.
How to make Squibs learn to use magic had always been one of the most difficult problems in magical medicine, and many people had studied it.
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