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Chapter 25

A/N: Editor: The Resident
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Baron Bulstrode strode slowly into the large Wizengamot amphitheatre. He needed to give that foolish Weasley boy the opportunity of noticing his presence and announce it. He could swear that the boy becomes slower by the week.

The Wizengamot amphitheatre was actually a beautiful hall, which was designed more then three hundred years ago. The hall was perfectly round; its walls were built from black granite, everyone could see a perfect night sky through the roof and in the middle of the amphitheatre was a high platform, where a speaker could stand and speak to the collected Wizengamot. The ceiling displayed the frozen night sky when Merlin was born, that sky was never changed in all the three hundred years of existence of this beautiful hall.

Behind the platform was a desk and high chair of the Chief Warlock. Behind him were the chairs for the Court Scribe, Minister for Magic, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister, and Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Madam Bones. Today was a session for the wizarding parliament, so the Senior Undersecretary was not present, thank Merlin, and Madam Bones would be taking her seat. Surrounding the platform were the seats of the Wizengamot in a half circle. Every seat was positioned in a way that it faced the platform.

It was said that in the year 1755, a Goblin uprising was halted by the then Chief Warlock Caractacus Carrow. The legend was that Caractacus Carrow personally killed all the charging Goblins, but the Baron doubted the truth of it. He knew the Carrow family. Last month Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Alecto, Amycus, the Carrows and Yaxley arrived at his castle to get some supplies from his dungeons. The Carrows were known as a family of death eaters, and the rumours told that Alecto and Amycus were part of that family in a way. Rodolphus Lestrange was boasting about some artefacts he had stolen and sold it to the Carrows. At that time he was looking intently at the Alecto and Amycus, and the Baron saw him nodding at each other.

Behind the seats were the stands for the invited people at the Wizengamot, and the family members of the Head Families. At the very top of the amphitheatre, the public stands were located, where the normal people could sit and witness the Wizengamot in session. He could see the special stand for the journalists, and that stand was already full till the capacity.

The Baron continued to stride into the amphitheatre.

"The Baron Cornelius Paul Bulstrode, as Head of the Family Bulstrode," announced Percy with a loud and clear voice.

At last, now he could hurry to his seat and watch the spectacle. The Baron reached his seat and sat down with a big sigh.

"Mr. Broderick Edgar Bode, as head of the Family Bode," announced Percy the next Wizengamot member.

The Baron looked at the seats for the Potter Head of Family, but it was still empty. Edgar Bode strolled slowly to his chair. That bold and fat man was a disgusting supporter of the Ministry. He works for the Department of Mysteries on Level Nine of the Ministry and his closest friend was Croaker, also working over there. He knew that he was married, and he heard that was wife was really ugly... even uglier then his daughter and that was really bad. The Baron sniggered, and waited for the next member of the Wizengamot to be announced.

"Mr. Amos George Diggory, as Head of the Family Diggory," announced Percy the next one.

The Baron smirked wickedly. The Diggory's are living near Ottery St. Catchpole, where that brat of a Percy Weasley suppose to live, and works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry. Amos is a reddish-faced wizard with an old fashioned brown beard, who was worshipping his bloody son with his baby face. He had some good old facts about this old Diggory... something what had to do with young little boys... ach... disgusting people.

"Mrs. Augusta Longbottom, as temporary Head of the Family Longbottom," announced Weasley again.

Well, there was an interesting piece of meat, that old firehouse Augusta Longbottom. She is one hot and strong woman who always prefers to wear green robes, a fox-fur scarf, a hat topped with her stuffed vulture and a large red handbag. The Baron knew that the handbag was filled with pieces of stone, which she got from the grave stone of her late husband. He saw her one time hitting a stupid wizard on his head... the man was unconscious for a week! He remembered! That was Dirk Cresswell who had the bad luck to meet this formidable Lady Longbottom in a rage. Dirk Cresswell is the head of the Goblin Liaison Office.

"Mrs. Griselda Marchbanks, as temporary Head of the Family Marchbanks," announced Weasley.

The great Head of the Wizarding Examinations Authority strolled in the Wizengamot amphitheatre like she owned the place. Her eyes were like laser beams, penetrating through everything and everyone. The Baron was happy to see that she did not look in his direction, because his last business actions had to do with one of the properties of the family Marchbanks and he smirked.

Suddenly he heard commotion near the entrance of the Wizengamot. What the hell was that? Never was there commotion during a session of the Wizengamot, ever! What was going on? He saw in the corner of his eyes that he was not the only one who looked disturbed. All talk in the Wizengamot stopped and members stood already up to see what was going on!

The Baron stood up from his seat and moved in the direction of the entrance. He saw a light flashing... that was spell fire! Who was cursing? Who was cursed? What was happening there? He saw Aurors rushing toward the entrance, their wands at ready in their hands.

A loud sonic boom came from the corridors, followed with high pitched yelling and screaming. More curses were being cast, a beam of red light burst into the amphitheatre, and scattered against the far wall. The Baron erected a shield and he approached the entrance door. He pushed the already standing Aurors out of the way and exited the amphitheatre. He looked left, and then right and unexpectedly he heard the cursing again, but this time from left side.

The Baron turned to his left, and his shield was being hit by two red beams, which were dispatched immediately, but it left his shield weak and sparkling. The Baron cursed... with his wand in position he walked slowly forward to the sound of cursing and screaming. He reached the end of the corridor... there was a small lobby, where he saw something he normally adored to see, two women fighting. They were rolling over the ground, crawling, scratching and yanking each other's hair, ripping their clothes from their bodies. Yeah, that looked hot, and the face of the Baron lit up!

One of the girls had dark red hair, but the other girl was a blond. Both of the girls were looking to kill for, hot and young, and their bodies were made in heaven. The Baron got a good eyeful of their legs and he could see directly under their flying skirts, which were already torn.

Out of the blue, a group of young girls came running out of the rooms from the lobby, pointed their wands to the two fighting beauties and stupefied both of them.

"Why?" drawled the Baron, looking accusingly at the girls very disappointedly. "That was a good fight!" he said aggravated.

"Did you Rennervate Harry already, Susan?" asked Hermione, eying the Baron wearily.

"No, my Aunt promised to do that. She wanted me to follow you girls and see what I can do to help. Who would have thought that Hannah and Laura Fudge could fight so fiercely! And did you see that curse Laura Fudge fired? Pity that Harry was being hit, because for sure Laura did not intend that!" grinned Susan.

"Yeah, especially that Bat Boogie hex of Ginny's," said Parvati. "What a power that girl has, because that hex went straight through the door behind Laura. The hole was as big as Harry's head."

"Which head?" asked Lavender cheekily.

"Lavender! Behave yourself!" exclaimed Hermione.

"What is going on here," the Baron bellowed, stretching himself up to his full height... or at least he tried.

The girls eyed him wearily, but were saved of the arrival of the Aurors and Madam Bones. Madam Bones looked quickly to the two unconscious girls on the floor with the torn clothes and understood quickly.

She turned to one of the Aurors. "Auror Dawlish, please find Minister Fudge and bring him here, please."

"Yes, Director," Dawlish answered, turned and disappeared toward the offices of the Minister.

"What happened here," repeated the Baron his question, this time more irritated.

"It seems that our dear Minister failed to inform his only daughter, that she is engaged with the Lord-Baron and is part of his harem," Madam Bones drawled. "When his daughter saw these good girls close to Harry, she thought that the girls had bad intentions, and almost immediately they started to curse each other. Tragically, their fiancée stood in the middle of the firefight, and was stunned almost immediately. "

The corners of the mouth of the Baron twisted... and he was fighting to keep his control. "I assume that we are talking about The-Boy-Who-Lived, our supposing saviour from evil?"

Madam Bones looked the Baron straight in the eyes, and saw the humour there, and she relaxed.

"Yes, Baron, our saviour is, at the moment, bound to a chair by Remus Lupin to keep him out of harm's way," Madam Bones replied tiredly.

The Baron looked interestedly to the unconscious girls on the floor again and laughed. "It's a pity, because he missed a good fight," he said with a smirk. "I assume that you are in control of the situation and the session of the Wizengamot can continue?"

Madam Bones nodded. "Give us only five minutes and the show can continue," she said with a smirk on her own.

The grinning Baron nodded and returned to the amphitheatre.

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In the office of Madam Bones was a laughing Remus watching the disgruntled Harry struggling with the ropes which bound him to the chair.

"Release me, Remus!" yelled Harry angry.

"No, pup, it is for your own safety," Remus answered immediately, laughing.

That was the wring thing to say, and Harry became suddenly very still.

"What did you say?" answered Harry calmly, but his eyes were burning holes in Remus head.

Remus realized that he said something wrong, but what he had no idea. "What's wrong, Harry?"

"Release me now, you flea ridden dog," said Harry calmly, his face was reddening. "If you don't release me this instant, I swear that I curse you till Christmas next year."

Remus hesitated, and was saved from answering because the door in Madam Bone's office opened. Albus Dumbledore stepped into the office and he looked surprised at the bound Harry.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, what an unexpected surprise," Dumbledore said with a smile. "I think it is time to return you to your safety."

Harry was struggling with his ropes, looking poisonous at Remus. Remus rose from his chair and moved himself between Harry and Dumbledore. "I think that you better leave the office, Albus. It is not a good idea to force Harry to go with you, he is a Lord-Baron, and when you want to move him, I will see that you are arrested on charges of kidnapping."

"Tsk, tsk, Remus. It's not so bad, and Mr. Potter here is in danger, and the only one who can help him be protected against the evil is me," Dumbledore said calmly, his hand was behind his back with his wand at ready.

Unexpectedly the door was opened again and Madam Bones entered her office, followed with all the girls.

"What are you doing in my office, Mr. Dumbledore?" asked Madam Bones icily.

Dumbledore eyed Madam Bones, then the girls behind her, and smiled painfully. "I personally wanted to take Harry with me into safety because he is not safe here. But I see that nobody here appreciates my efforts, so I'm on my way," he said. He moved to the open door, the girls moved away to give him space to escape. Dumbledore disappeared quickly.

"And will you now release me!" roared Harry from his chair. Everyone in the office winced.

"Damned, if you don't release me this instant..." Harry roared, becoming redder in his face by the second.

"I think it might be wise to release him," said Hermione with a small voice.

The ropes holding Harry on his chair melted instantly, smoke rising up, a smell of burning in the office. Slowly Harry rose from his chair... his penetrating eyes were fixedly looking at Remus.

"You left me unprotected against Dumbledore, you took a risk with my life," he hissed and Remus winced more.

"I promised you would be cursed," he hissed again.

"Haissssssssss ssshhttsssssssss bsssssssssssssss," hissed Harry, pointing his hand toward Remus, his eyes seemed to emit greenish fire.

Remus crashed with great force against the wall... and there he stayed and could not move. Harry made a swift twist with his fingers toward Remus on the wall...

"Remus, you are staying there on that wall until I release you," drawled Harry. Now he turned to Madam Bones. "Madam Bones, you will never ever restrict me or even make one move against me, or by Merlin I will glue you to the wall of your own office, like this flea-bitten wolf here."

He looked at the flabbergasted girls. "Let's go," he uttered.

"Harry... I mean Lord-Baron, you need me in the Wizengamot!" exclaimed Madam Bones.

"Come with me this instant," said Harry calmly, turned and left the office, followed quickly by the girls. Madam Bones looked quickly at Remus, smiled apologizing and left the office as well in a hurry, following Harry to the lion's den.

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"Mr. Tiberius Ogden, Head of the Family Ogden," announced Weasley nervously, eying the entrance constantly. It seemed that he expected something bad to happen, like fire spitting dragons.

A stately gentleman entered the Wizengamot amphitheatre, his long grey hair bound in thick silver ropes, walking like a King. The Baron was almost bored after the excitement of the fight between the two girls. He wished that the Weasley brat would hurry up!

The Wizengamot amphitheatre was almost full with the normal seats, except for the seats for the Potter and the Bones. The Baron stroked his beard and sat up straight in his chair. Now the action is going to begin, and he smiled widely.

"Lord-Baron Harry James Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones-Ravenclaw-Zabini-Malfoy-Slytherin, Head of the Families Potter, Black, Gryffindor, Bones, Ravenclaw, Zabini, Malfoy and Slytherin, "screeched Weasley.

Every sound in the huge Wizengamot amphitheatre stopped... utter quiet, nothing moved. Then Potter strolled through the entrance door, closely followed by his women.

Weasley continued with his announcements. "Madam Bones, family member of the Lord-Baron on the Bones side," announced Percy stately.

"Ms. Lavender Brown, Ms. Hannah Abbott, Ms. Susan Amelia Annemarie Bones, Ms. Hermione Ann Granger, Ms. Padma Patil, Ms. Parvati Patil, Ms. Luna Lovegood, Ms. Su Li, Ms. Romilda Vane, Ms. Angelina Johnson, Ms. Alicia Spinnet, Ms. Patricia Stimpson, Ms. Laura Fudge... uhm... uh... Ms. Rolanda Hooch and... and... and Minerva McGonagall?" asked an unbelieving Percy at the end of his announcement.

He recovered himself quickly. "These good ladies are the fiancées of the Lord-Baron," he said pompously.

Harry stopped and waited for his fiancées, Madam Bones at his side. When the girls reached him, he shortly said something to them, and he walked the amazingly looking women to their seats for the Wizengamot families. He waited until all the women were seated and he turned to Madam Bones.

Madam Bones pointed to an empty seat, the seat of the Potter family, that had empty for many hundreds of years. Nobody said a word, until Harry took a chair for Madam Bones and he sat down him self.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Head of the Family Dumbledore, Order of Merlin, First Class, and Grand Sorcerer, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot," announced Weasley pompously.

Albus Dumbledore strolled into the Wizengamot amphitheatre serenely, followed by Millicent Bulstrode.

"And his fiancée, Ms. Millicent Bulstrode," he completed his announcement with a sigh.

A puffing Millicent Bulstrode was following Dumbledore hurriedly. She had a goofy expression on her face and her eyes were wide in excitement. Baron Bulstrode winced.

Dumbledore winced as well, and looked briefly at Harry with a penetrating stare. He immediately walked to his chair and sat down. This was different for Millicent Bulstrode, who looked momentarily lost. It looked like she did not know what to do. So in front of the staggered members of the Wizengamot and the public, she walked promptly to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore almost panicked... and hissed something to the poor girl. The expression of goofiness changed into anger, and she hissed something back; Dumbledore grimaced. Angrily, the girl turned and walked quickly to the seats in the public area of Wizengamot family members, where she sat down on the only available seat, next to Hermione. She looked briefly at her father, then at Dumbledore. Hermione winced but said nothing.

Dumbledore stood up from his chair.

"Thank you, Scribe. You may sit and resume your duties," he said calmly.

Millicent snorted, but also said nothing further.

With a weary sigh at Millicent, Dumbledore concentrated himself on his task.

The door banged open, the dishevelled Minister Fudge came into the Wizengamot amphitheatre, smiled apologetically and walked quickly to his chair.

"I open the 36,464th Wizengamot session. Are there any issues?" he asked.

"Yes," Tiberius Ogden drawled. "What about Potter here."

"I second that," Dumbledore immediately agreed with Ogden.

"He is here as a Potter," answered Griselda Marchbanks reasonably. It is his right to take his rightful seat as a Potter."

"How it's possible that he has so many seats," asked Amos Diggory.

Harry stood up and turned to Dumbledore.

"If the Chief Warlock will allow me to answer," asked Harry.

"You may not," Dumbledore snarled.

"Excuse me?" snarled Harry back. "Has your dementia increased? First you try to kidnap me in front of witnesses, then you insult your own fiancée, also in front of witnesses, then you allow several members of the Wizengamot beneath my rank to address me and then you refuse my right to speak... also in front of witnesses."

For one moment it was quiet, and then the storm broke loose. All members of the Wizengamot wanted to have a word and were screaming at Harry, then Dumbledore and then to each other. Dumbledore and Harry were having a glaring duel.

Boom!

Griselda Marchbanks was standing with her wand in her hand and it was suddenly quiet. "Dumbledore, why do you allow everyone to scream and to yell, and why are you refusing the right of young Po... I mean the Lord-Baron?"

"Because he is only a boy of fourteen years old and he is a troublemaker. His place is in the classroom and with his family at home, not here where the adults are gathering and governing," Dumbledore drawled.

Harry stood up from his chair calmly and bowed to Mrs. Marchbanks. "Thank you Mrs. Marchbanks," he said.

He turned to the members of the Wizengamot. "I am Lord-Baron Harry James Potter-Black-Gryffindor-Bones-Ravenclaw-Zabini-Malfoy-Slytherin, and I am the Head of Family of Potter, Black, Gryffindor, Bones, Ravenclaw, Zabini, Malfoy and Slytherin. Look to my family crest on their seats if you want to have proof."

Promptly all members of the Wizengamot were looking at the empty seats of the named families, and they discovered the Potter's family crest.

"I own twenty-eight percent of all seats in the Wizengamot," continued Harry. "This deluded man, who functions here as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, is out for revenge, because I fired him as Head of the Order of Phoenix and as Headmaster of Hogwarts, because he functioned extremely poorly. I would not trust that old man as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, because he will create havoc here also. For your information, I am sixteen years old and declared adult."

Harry sat down and promptly all members of the Wizengamot started to scream again.

Boom!

This time Dumbledore was demanding order in the Wizengamot. Everyone calmed down and sat down.

"Where were we," Dumbledore drawled, staring at Harry and rubbing his beard.

"Ah, we were discussing the right for you to stay here as an underage little spoiled boy. You told us that you have the right to be here in your own spoiled way, and I told you that you better stay home with your loving family, because the Wizengamot is something for the adults. I think that I, as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot must remove you from the Wizengamot, dear boy. I hope there are no hard feelings. Dumbledore tried to smile, but it came out like a grimace.

Madam Bones whispered something in Harry's ear, while the rest of the Wizengamot members were murmuring. Nobody wanted to interfere, and everyone was curious where this would go.

Harry slowly stood up and addressed Dumbledore.

"Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, members of the Wizengamot, Minister of Magic, it is not possible to remove a member from the Wizengamot, except by decree number twelve hundred seventy-three, which states that when a Wizengamot member or Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot is proven a criminal, he shall be removed. I am no criminal," Harry drawled the last sentence out with disgust.

"As our dear esteemed Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot has already acknowledged, he wants to remove me, Lord-Baron Potter who is a direct descendant of the Potter line, because he thinks I am too young. He can't remove me because of that, because it is not a crime to be young. Removal can only occur by decree twelve hundred seventy-three."

Harry smirked at Dumbledore.

"He doesn't even know what my age is," Harry commented.

Dumbledore looked surprised at the counter move by Harry. Not many people in the wizarding world knew of the existence of that decree. "My knowing your age has nothing to do with the fact that you have no business at the Wizengamot," drawled Dumbledore.

"When you don't know my age, dear Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, why are you whinging that I am too young?" asked Harry with a small voice.

Several members of the Wizengamot were already laughing in the background.

"Well... uhm... It's..." stuttered Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore, this is enough. Let the boy here and don't harass him, because that is exactly what you are doing," barked Griselda Marchbanks.

Dumbledore recovered quickly and looked sternly at the Wizengamot elder.

"It's not so simple, Griselda. There is a problem with young Harry here, and I am afraid that I am forced to detain the young boy," Dumbledore said, looking gravely at Harry.

"And how are you going to arrest me, oh holy and strong Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot?" sneered Harry.

"In the year five hundred twelve a law was created, which gave the Ministry the power over persons who were involved in prophecies," dragged Dumbledore.

All the members were looking confused at Dumbledore, but Harry got a very bad feeling about this. If it was true, and there would be a law about people involved in prophecies, he could imagine what would happen next. Dumbledore would try to get him in jail in the name of protected custody.

"What has Potter to do with a prophecy?" asked Baron Bulstrode interested. This would be good, because the Dark Lord would pay handsomely for the knowledge about the prophecy. He assumed that was the thing what Dumbledore was talking about. The Baron noticed however that everyone was now every interested.

Harry stood up from his seat. "Mr. Dumbel," he addressed the Chief Warlock. It had the desired effect Harry saw, because Dumbledore was speechless because of the insult for a moment. "Do you want to talk about a State secret? And you want to tell secrets in full public? When you do, I will insist that Madam Bones arrest you!"

Harry sat down on his seat, hoping that he could get the wind from Dumbledore's sails.

The mouth of Dumbledore went open to reply, and changed his mind, closed it. Then he wanted to give Harry a sharp reply, but was cut off by Madam Bones.

"Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot," she yelled. "You will not tell anything about that specific prophecy, because that prophecy was declared a State's secret by yourself sixteen years ago. When you will indulge yourself, please continue and I will arrest you myself and throw you in jail!"

Dumbledore looked furiously at Harry; he could barely contain his own fury.

"Well, if I am not allowed to place the young brat in protective custody, I want to disclose certain facts," Dumbledore sneered.

"What is your problem, Dumbledore," asked Madam Bones. "Is this revenge?"

"Madam Bones," roared a furious Dumbledore. "You are not the Head of Family here, and you have no say about anything what happens here in the Wizengamot."

"Ah, so you admit my rightful place here," said Harry calmly.

It was very quiet for a moment in the Wizengamot amphitheatre, everyone wanted to hear the answer of Dumbledore.

"Of course not," growled Dumbledore. "How can you think that I endorse you?"

"Well," dragged Harry with an irritating smile at Dumbledore. "Madam Bones was a rightful temporary Head of Family and a member of the Wizengamot, before I came along. Now she is replaced by me, as her rightful Head of Family. As Head of Family, the Wizengamot seat is my rightful place, all is according the law."

Dumbledore harrumphed, and an approving rumble came from the public.

"Quiet," roared Dumbledore.

The people in the stands were suddenly quiet, and the journalists were writing like crazy. Dumbledore did not like what was happening. All his carefully woven arguments to get the brat out of the Wizengamot did not help! But the show was not over, yet. Dumbledore sneering face was brightened with a large smile on his face, and the members of the Wizengamot who were monitoring Dumbledore's reactions became confused

"There were certain journalists who wrote very bad things about me and our dear Harry here," he droned. "Many things what those journalists wrote was untrue, except certain details about the character of Harry here. He needs mental and psychological help, because many times he is delusional. His disturbed thinking led him and his friends into dangerous situations, and I want to avoid that. That is the reason why I think that the Wizengamot is not his place, and I think that Harry must be taken in protected custody, because of dangerous knowledge and his diluted behaviour. He is a danger for society."

Dumbledore turned fully to Harry.

"Harry, why don't you be a good boy, and go with me and I will take care of you, my boy," Dumbledore said with a grandfatherly smile.

"It seems to me that you don't like the Lord-Baron," said Griselda Marchbanks.

"That is not true, Griselda. I see Harry here as my grandson I never had. A better endorsement of my love to him can't be given," said Dumbledore, the twinkles in eyes were doing overtime. "I would even go so far to adopt the boy. He is worth everything I have and much more."

Again the Wizengamot amphitheatre was silent and in shock.

"Do you feel alright, Chief Warlock?" asked Harry concerned. "I think that the Chief Warlock lost his marbles."

Laughter came from everywhere, and Dumbledore face became angry red.

"That journalists you mentioned was in fact only one journalist," Harry said coolly. "That journalist was only publishing what the Minister of Magic wanted to be published, and nothing else. The reason for those articles in the newspapers was only to vilify us, and nothing else. Isn't that right, dear Minister Fudge?" Harry said, turning to the Minister.

Fudge's eyes widened. What did the boy say? Slander... well, he is right of course, but to admit it in the Wizengamot is something else, and he hesitated.

"Minister Fudge, your daughter is here, too, and I am sure that the truth will liberate you of certain things. I would not like to see what your daughter is doing to you when she must return home, no?" Harry said cheekily.

Fudge almost nodded his head confirmable.

"Well... you see... uhm... it might be possible... uhm... that certain journalists might have repeated what I said in... uhm... well... private? And... I am not responsible what they write... after all... we live in a demo... uhm... I mean free press and so," he spluttered.

Harry smiled warmly at his future father in law and turned back to Dumbledore. "You see, dear Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, it was not so bad, and I never was delusional, grandfather."

Dumbledore's eyebrows went up and he looked surprised at Harry.

"I propose to continue with this session, because Chief Warlock is holding up the Wizengamot session with all kind of childish effronteries," Harry said in a jolly tone of voice. "Grandfather, what do you think?" he said cheekily.

Dumbledore was flabbergasted and confused. What did the boy say? He saw that most members of the Wizengamot were looking shocked at him.

"Albus, the boy has you there," Augusta Longbottom said laughing. "Let's continue with this session, because I have a game of bridge in two hours."

Dumbledore turned his head looking at Augusta Longbottom, but could still not say anything, his mouth was still open.

Harry sighed. "Maybe somebody needs to replace grandpa?" he asked innocently. "I think he is having one of his moments again, and he will become delusional again. I think it is his age, dementia and so forth."

Dumbledore's rage exploded and the burst of his outpouring magic spread in all its violence... many people needed to close and screen their eyes because of the intensity of the magical explosion.

Dumbledore roared with all his power in fury and he pointed both arms toward Harry.

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