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re is not relevant to this hearing；' said Dumbledore； as politely as ever； but now with a suggestion of coolness behind his words。
'Oho！' said Fudge。 'Not our business what he does at school； eh？ You think so？'
The Ministry does not have the power to expel Hogwarts students； Cornelius； as I reminded you on the night of the second of August；' said Dumbledore。 'Nor does it have the right to confiscate wands until charges have been successfully proven； again； as
I reminded you on the night of the second of August。 In your admirable haste to ensure that the law is upheld； you appear； inadvertently I am sure； to have overlooked a few laws yourself。'
'Laws can be changed；' said Fudge savagely。
'Of course they can；' said Dumbledore； inclining his head。 'And you certainly seem to be making many changes； Cornelius。 Why； in the few short weeks since I was asked to leave the Wizengamot； it has already bee the practice to hold a full criminal trial to deal with a simple matter of underage magic！'
A few of the wizards above them shifted unfortably in their seats。 Fudge turned a slightly deeper shade of puce。 The toadlike witch on his right； however； merely gazed at Dumbledore； her face quite expressionless。
'As far as I am aware；' Dumbledore continued； 'there is no law yet in place that says this court's job is to punish Harry for every bit of magic he has ever performed。 He has been charged with a specific offence and he has presented his defence。 All he and I can do now is to await your verdict。'
Dumbledore put his fingertips together again and said no more。 Fudge glared at him； evidently incensed。 Harry glanced sideways at Dumbledore； seeking reassurance； he was not at all sure that Dumbledore was right in telling the Wizengamot； in effect； that it was about time they made a decision。 Again； however； Dumbledore seemed oblivious to Harry's attempt to catch his eye。 He continued to look up at the benches where the entire Wizengamot had fallen into urgent； whispered conversations。
Harry looked at his feet。 His heart； which seemed to have swollen to an unnatural size； was thumping loudly under his ribs。 He had expected the hearing to last longer than this。 He was not at all sure that he had made a good impression。 He had not really said very much。 He ought to have explained more fully about the Dementors； about how he had fallen over； about how both he and Dudley had nearly been kissed：
Twice he looked up at Fudge and opened his mouth to speak； but his swollen heart was now constricting his air passages and both times he merely took a deep breath and looked back down at his shoes。
Then the whispering stopped。 Harry wanted to look up at the judges； but found that it was really much； much easier to keep examining his laces。
Those in favour of clearing the witness of all charges？' said Madam Bones's booming voice。
Harry's head jerked upwards。 There were hands in the air； many of them： more than half！ Breathing very fast； he tried to count； but before he could finish； Madam Bones had said； 'And those in favour of conviction？'
Fudge raised his hand； so did half a dozen others； including the witch on his right and the heavily…moustached wizard and the frizzy…haired witch in the second row。
Fudge glanced around at them all； looking as though there was something large stuck in his throat； then lowered his own hand。 He took two deep breaths and said； in a voice distorted by suppressed rage； 'Very well； very well： cleared of all charges。'
'Excellent；' said Dumbledore briskly； springing to his feet； pulling out his wand and causing the two chintz armchairs to vanish。 'Well； I must be getting along。 Good…day to you all。'
And without looking once at Harry； he swept from the dungeon。
… CHAPTER NINE
The Woes of Mrs Weasley
Dumbledore's abrupt departure took Harry pletely by surprise。 He remained sitting where he was in the chained chair； struggling with his feelings of shock and relief。 The Wizengamot were all getting to their feet； talking； gathering up their papers and packing them away。 Harry stood up。 Nobody seemed to be paying him the slightest bit of attention； except the toadlike witch on Fudge's right； who was now gazing down at him instead of at Dumbledore。 Ignoring her； he tried to catch Fudge's eye； or Madam Bones's； wanting to ask whether he was free to go； but Fudge seemed quite determined not to notice Harry； and Madam Bones was busy with her briefcase； so he took a few tentative steps towards the exit and； when nobody called him back； broke into a very fast walk。
He took the last few steps at a run； wrenched open the door and almost collided with Mr Weasley； who was standing right outside； looking pale and apprehensive。
'Dumbledore didn't say …'
'Cleared；' Harry said； pulling the door closed behind him； 'of all charges！'
Beaming； Mr Weasley seized Harry by the shoulders。
'Harry； that's wonderful！ Well； of course； they couldn't have found you guilty； not on the evidence； but even so； I can't pretend I wasn't …'
But Mr Weasley broke off； because the courtroom door had just opened again。 The Wizengamot were filing out。
'Merlin's beard！' exclaimed Mr Weasley wonderingly； pulling Harry aside to let them all pass。 'You were tried by the full court？'
'I think so；' said Harry quietly。
One or two of the wizards nodded to Harry as they passed and a few； including Madam Bones； said； 'Morning； Arthur；' to Mr Weasley； but most averted their eyes。 Cornelius Fudge and the toadlike witch were almost the last to leave the dungeon。 Fudge acted as though Mr Weasley and Harry were part of the wall； but again； the witch looked almost appraisingly at Harry as she passed。 Last of all to pass was Percy。 Like Fudge； he pletely ignored his father and Harry； he marched past clutching a large roll of parchment and a handful of spare quills； his back rigid and his nose in the air。 The lines around Mr Weasleys mouth tightened slightly； but other than this he gave no sign that he had seen his third son。
'I'm going to take you straight back so you can tell the others the good news；' he said； beckoning Harry forwards as Percy's heels disappeared up the steps to Level Nine。 I'll drop you off on the way to that toilet in Bethnal Green。 e on：〃
'So； what will you have to do about the toilet？' Harry asked； grinning。 Everything suddenly seemed five times funnier than usual。 It was starting to sink in： he was cleared； he was going back to Hogwarts。
'Oh； its a simple enough anti…jinx；' said Mr Weasley as they mounted the stairs； 'but it's not so much having to repair the damage； its more the attitude behind the vandalism； Harry。 Muggle…baiting might strike some wizards as funny； but it's an expression of something much deeper and nastier； and I for one …'
Mr Weasley broke off in mid…sentence。 They had just reached the ninth…level corridor and Cornelius Fudge was standing a few feet away from them； talking quietly to a tall man with sleek blond hair and a pointed； pale face。
The second man turned at the sound of their footsteps。 He； too； broke off in mid…conversation； his cold grey eyes narrowed and fixed upon Harry's face。
'Well； well； well： Patronus Potter；' said Lucius Malfoy coolly。
Harry felt winded； as though he had just walked into something solid。 He had last seen those cold grey eyes through slits in a Death Eaters hood； and last heard that man's voice jeering in a dark graveyard while Lord Voldemort tortured him。 Harry could not believe that Lucius Malfoy dared look him in the face； he could not believe that he was here； in the Ministry of Magic； or that Cornelius Fudge was talking to him； when Harry had told Fudge mere weeks ago that Malfoy was a Death Eater。
The Minister was just telling me about your lucky escape； Potter；' drawled Mr Malfoy。 'Quite astonishing； the way you continue to wriggle out of very tight holes： snakelike； in fact。'
Mr Weasley gripped Harry's shoulder in warning。
'Yeah；' said Harry； 'yeah； I'm good at escaping。'
Lucius Malfoy raised his eyes to Mr Weasley's face。
'And Arthur Weasley too！ What are you doing here； Arthur？'
'I work here；' said Mr Weasley curtly。
'Not here； surely？' said Mr Malfoy； raising his eyebrows and glancing towards the door over Mr Weasley's shoulder。 'I thought you were up on the second floor： don't you do something that involves sneaking Muggle artefacts home and bewitching them？'
'No；' Mr Weasley snapped； his fingers now biting into Harry's shoulder。
'What are you doing here； anyway？' Harry asked Lucius Malfoy。
'I don't think private matters between myself and the Minister are any concern of yours； Potter；' said Malfoy； smoothing the front of his robes。 Harry distinctly heard the gentle clinking of what sounded like a full pocket of gold。 'Really； just because you are Dumbledore's favourite boy； you must not expect the same indulgence from the rest of us： shall we go up to your office； then； Minister？'
'Certainly' said Fudge； turning his back on Harry and Mr Weasley。 This way； Lucius。'
They strode off together； talking in lo