As soon as Elwyn's voice trailed off, Umrich shifted uneasily again.
"Murder?" Foggy said gruffly. "That's nonsense. It sounds ridiculous. You've made up too many stories over the past few years, from the snake monster to the mysterious man, and now someone in the Ministry of Magic is trying to kill Harry Potter? "
"But it's very likely to be the truth, Mr. Minister." Elwyn said, "We'll know once we check. If someone ordered the Dementors, they'll definitely leave clues, and there aren't many people in the Ministry of Magic who have the authority to order the Dementors …"
"You're not trying to say that I'm trying to murder Harry Potter, are you?!" Foggy roared, his face turning brownish red. "Crazy, not normal at all. Look, Dumbledore, this is your student. You don't still believe this child's nonsense, do you? "
There were no more than five people in the Ministry of Magic who could control the Dementors, so Foggy naturally thought that Elwyn was talking about him.
He was like a barrel of dynamite that would explode at the slightest touch.
It was impossible to reason with him and analyze the matter calmly.
Umrich coughed softly and leaned out of the shadows so that her appearance could be seen clearly.
She looked like a large, pale toad, short and fat, with a wide, flabby face, a neck that was not visible like Harry's Uncle Vernon's, a drooping mouth, and large, round, bulging eyes.
Even the little black velvet bow in her short, curly hair reminded one of a large fly.
She looked as if she were about to extend her long, sticky tongue to catch it.
"Oh!" Foggy gasped. "I grant Senior Deputy Minister Dolores Jane Umrich the floor."
Then she began to speak in a fussy, shrill voice, like a little girl.
"I'm sorry, I believe I must have misunderstood you." She said with a fake smile on her face. Her big round eyes were still as cold as before. "I'm so stupid, but I think for a moment, Mr. Mason seemed to be accusing the Ministry of Magic of ordering the attack on this boy."
She let out a bell-like laugh that made the hairs on the back of people's necks stand up.
A few members of Weissengamor laughed along with her, but none of them really found it funny. It was obvious.
"This is only one possibility, and it's not the Ministry of Magic, but someone in the Ministry of Magic."
"What difference does it make?" Foggy said angrily.
"I think what Elwyn said makes sense. That's exactly what I wanted to say." Dumbledore said gently, "If the Dementors really only take orders from the Ministry of Magic, and if the two Dementors did attack Harry and his cousin a week ago, then logically speaking, it is possible that someone in the Ministry of Magic ordered the Dementors to attack. Of course, these two special Dementors may not be under the control of the Ministry of Magic... "
"There are no Dementors that are not under the control of the Ministry of Magic!" Foggy said sharply.
Dumbledore bowed slightly and nodded, maintaining a smile on his face.
"Then, it's obvious that the Ministry of Magic will no doubt thoroughly investigate why the two Dementors ran so far away from Azkaban, and why they attacked people without permission."
"Enough, that's enough, Dumbledore, it's not up to you to decide what the Ministry of Magic does or doesn't do!" Foggy said rudely, his face now completely purple. "You and the kid next to you don't have the right to point fingers at the Ministry of Magic."
"Of course." Dumbledore said unhurriedly, "But as an ordinary citizen who is concerned about the progress of this matter, I just want to express my belief that this matter will definitely be investigated."
He glanced at Ms. Burns, who adjusted her monocle and stared at Dumbledore again, as if she had understood something.
"I want to remind everyone that the behavior of the two Dementors, even if they are not the product of the imagination of these two children, is not the subject of this interrogation!" Foggy said, panting heavily and turning his head away from them. "We are here to interrogate Harry Potter for violating the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act!"
"Of course!" Dumbledore said. "But the appearance of the Dementors in the alley is closely related to this case. Article 7 of the Act states that magic can be used in front of a Muggle under special circumstances, and those special circumstances include when the life of the Wizard himself or another Wizard or Muggle present at the same time is threatened..."
"We are very familiar with the contents of Article 7. Thank you very much!" Foggy roared.
"Of course." Dumbledore said in a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing. "Then we all agree that the situation when Harry used the Call God's Protection Spell falls within the scope of the special circumstances described in Article 7?"
"That is to say, if there really is a Dementor, I deeply doubt it."
"You've already heard from an eyewitness." Dumbledore interrupted him. "If you still suspect that she's not telling the truth, you might as well call her in again and ask her again. I'm sure she won't object."
"I, that, I, am not..." Foggy roared in exasperation, fiddling with the paper in front of him. "I want to settle this matter today, Dumbledore!"
"But you will certainly not tire of listening to the testimony of a witness, because sloppiness can lead to serious miscarriages of justice."
"Serious miscarriages of justice, my God!" Foggy said at the top of his voice. "Dumbledore, have you ever bothered to calculate how many ridiculous lies this child has made up to cover up his blatant abuse of magic outside of school! I think you've probably forgotten the Hovering Charm he used three years ago... "
"That wasn't me, it was a house-elf!" Harry said.
"See?" Foggy roared, gesturing exaggeratedly in Harry's direction. "A house-elf in the Muggle house, is that possible?"
"The house-elf is currently employed by Elwyn, and he's in the Hogwarts' kitchen," Dumbledore said. "If you like, I can call him here right away to testify."
"I, no, I don't have time to listen to the nonsense of a house-elf! And not only that, he's also blown his aunt up. My God! "Foggy yelled, slamming his fist on the bench and knocking over a bottle of ink.
"You were kind enough not to press charges at the time, and I think you agree that even the best wizards can't always control their emotions," Dumbledore said calmly. Foggy frantically wiped the ink off his notes.
"And that Elwyn Mason next to him, he's caused god knows how much trouble over the years. We've been too lenient with these two children!" Foggy continued shouting. "In the Quidditch World Cup final last year, he dueled that damned vampire in front of all the wizards in the world and used a shapeshifting spell..."
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