Before Ye Ting could speak, Dumbledore answered him.

"I can prove that this is indeed Mr. Ye's flying broomstick," he said with a smile. "This is not only his car, but also his alchemy work. He once rode this broom to dominate us for two consecutive semesters. Quidditch cup. But I didn't expect that this flying broom could still have such a function."

His words aroused amazement.

But as the fire spread, the horrific high temperature of the golden flame changed their eyes when they looked at Ye Ting—the ability to create such a powerful flying broomstick shows that his alchemy attainments are no less than Dumbledore’s, perhaps only Nico Lemay can surpass him.

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In the next scene, Ye Ting confronted more than twenty Aurors.

Under the eyes of the Wiesengamas, Ye Ting subdued all the enemies with his bare hands at the beginning. During the period, no matter it was a novel invented spell or exquisite skills, it made people dumbfounded.

It wasn't until Ye Ting entered the elevator that this memory came to an end, and the scene froze.

Everyone felt the scene change that resembled a shift in space again, and then they found that they had returned to the courtroom, and the black tea and snacks in front of them were quietly placed on the table.

There was silence at the scene, and everyone was immersed in the shocking scene just now, until a witch spoke first.

"That...Is the time accelerated?" She asked Ye Ting excitedly, with a look of interest.

Her words seemed to uncover the burning pot, and the courtroom immediately boiled.

"What a wonderful iron armor curse, this level is designated to win the championship in a duel match."

"That's a large-scale floating spell, isn't it possible to play like this?"

"Why can Apparition still work like this? Isn't he afraid of accidents?"

There are also accusing the Ministry of Magic.

"What the **** is going on with that Dawlish?"

"Dozens of Aurors were brought down so quickly."

"Unexpectedly cast a curse on a minor wizard!"

"The Ministry of Magic should indeed be rectified!"

"Put one's own responsibility on others..."

The words of the Wiesenjamos were like sharp arrows, one after another, stuck in the heart of Cornelius Fudge.

At this time, his face was pale and he had nothing to say. He understood that all his calculations and conspiracies had not only become useless, but had become a weapon for others to attack him.

"Cough cough—"

Ye Ting cleared his throat, and the courtroom instantly became quiet.

"Then, Mr. Cornelius Fudge." Ye Ting said, "What do you have to say now? Do you still think my words are lies?"

"These... um... these are all your fantasy," Fudge defended profusely. "Yes, all of this is just your imagination. Why did the Ministry of Magic confiscate your wand and alchemy items in violation of the regulations? What? They are all very rule-abiding people, especially Ms. Dolores Umbridge. She will not do anything against the rules of the Ministry of Magic. This is not good for her, and it will be annoying. Talking about it, unless she is mad, but this possibility is certainly very small, and even Bagman will not place a bet—"

"Oh, I don't think any of us would believe that it was a coincidence that they did this." Ye Ting said softly.

"What the **** does this mean?" Fudge asked, wiping his sweat.

"It means I think someone sent them." Ye Ting said.

"I think if someone orders Umbridge to confiscate a wizard's personal belongings, the Ministry of Magic will record it!" Fudge roared roughly.

"If she accepts a private order from someone in the Ministry of Magic, it won't necessarily be the case." Ye Ting said calmly, "My meaning is clear, Connelly."

"What...what, you mean..." Fudge looked at Ye Ting in disbelief.

"Yes, I think that toad did this only after accepting your instructions, right?" Ye Ting demanded.

"No... I..."

"You made her embarrass me just to prevent me from responding correctly when facing the trial, right?"

"This...I...this."

"Your purpose is to take my charge and show your authority, isn't it?"

"You he…"

"Maybe you still support some purebloods, and you want to promote purebloodism by suppressing me, right?"

"This...no! I didn't think so," Cornelius Fudge almost collapsed after Ye Ting said step by step his plan and his inner thoughts. "This is not my decision...this is... This is the private behavior of Ms. Umbridge! Yes, this is her private behavior."

"Oh, private behavior." Ye Ting glanced at Fudge coldly. This man is only at this level. After expelling Umbridge in order to suppress himself and Dumbledore, he took advantage of his position. Umbridge threw it out and became a scapegoat for him.

But it doesn't matter. For Fudge, such behavior is just a chronic suicide.

As a leader, he betrayed his most powerful and closest subordinates, so who else is willing to act for him?

Coupled with his unfavorable control of the Dementors and his poor performance today—and even his inability to capture Sirius, his resignation from the position of Minister of Magic can be said to be a sure thing.

But leaving aside these for the time being, Ye Ting was about to start his final blow.

"I just said it." Ye Ting said, "I'm here to let the Ministry of Magic give me an account. There is an account about the Dementor's invasion of Hogwarts, but now it seems that I have to add As you saw just now, the employees of the Ministry of Magic made a series of embarrassment and insults to me. Okay, let's give your answers."

In his personal capacity, Ye Ting publicly threatened Wesson Gamour to make a judgment. This was indeed a great insult to Wesson Gamour, but because of Ye Ting’s series of demonstrations of his strength just now, the entire Wesson Gamour was defeated and beaten. Camo also had to take photos of his power and give him an explanation through the approval of the Ministry of Magic.

The wizards in the courtroom were silent. They didn't know how to respond to Ye Ting's request. Finally, it was Ms. Bones who stood up again.

"Then, let's start a new topic now. Mr. Ye accused the Ministry of Magic of a mistake in its work, causing the dementors to get out of control and entering Hogwarts, almost causing significant harm and committing a great mistake. Is this the accusation correct?" At the end, she looked at Ye Ting.

Ye Ting smiled at her and nodded.

"No! Ms. Bones," Fudge said desperately, "you can't—"

However, Bons ignored his opinion, looked around, and continued, "If you are in favor of the crime, please raise your hands."

Ye Ting squinted his eyes and stared at the Wisengamas.

One hand was raised, the number was quite large, and soon exceeded half of the number.

Ye Ting nodded in satisfaction.

Soon, Ms. Bones said: "If you support the unfounded accusation, please raise your hand."

Fudge raised his hand, and there were six or seven other people who raised their hands at the same time. Others looked indifferent. Some people wanted to raise their hands, but under Ye Ting's gaze, they put them down again.

Fudge looked around at everyone. There seemed to be a large piece of stuff stuck in his throat. Then he put his hand down, took two deep breaths, and said, "Very well, the accusation has been established. Private control."

However, everything was not over. Soon, Ms. Burns read out Ye Ting's second accusation. This time, there were many more wizards in favor of the accusation, and almost no opponents.