Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling and both are happy.
"On the evening of the second of August, did you cast a spell to summon a Patronus?" Fudge asked the completely calm Harry Potter.
"Indeed," Harry replied, "I did."
- Were you aware that you weren't allowed to use magic outside of school until you were seventeen?
"I swear by my magic that I used the Patronus to ward off the Dementors!" said Harry Potter loudly, confidently thrusting his wand up, "Lumos! Nox." (proving that his magic still worked)
The light at the tip of his wand went out, and Harry looked triumphantly around the Wizengamot, which became completely silent.
"Harry…" Dumbledore whispered, slapped his forehead with his hand and sank into a chair.
"Mr. Potter," Madam Bones put back the monocle that had fallen out and asked in a calm, even slightly gentle voice: "Do you understand that you are at a hearing about your ILLEGAL use of magic?"
- Uh-uh ... Yes.
"And you understand that you just used magic without having the right to do so?" Madam Bones' voice became gentler, even honeyed, as if she were talking to a small child.
- Err… Well… I'm… I swore to prove that I was using magic in self-defense…
- Did someone advise you to do that? Who told you that such oaths even work?
- Oh… Huh… Ah… Hmm… What? They don't? This was just invented in some fanfic?
"Albus, what are your students taught at Hogwarts?" Fudge exclaimed loudly. "Should I appoint High Inquisitor to inspect the lessons?"
"Rita wrote the truth, the boy is delusional," whispered someone next to Umbridge.
- As I was always telling…
"Dear members of the Wizengamot!" Dumbledore jumped up from his seat.
- We all know that Harry Potter was raised by Muggles to avoid being overtaken by the Death Eaters.
- Alas, despite all the help of Hogwarts teachers and his friends, he has not yet fully comprehended the laws and rules of the magical world.
- You know, even experienced wizards sometimes make mistakes, just remember Humphrey Belcher, who proposed a cauldron of pure cheese, or look into the emergency room of St. Mungo's on any given day and see a lot of people who have done the wrong spell by mistake...
"Professor Dumbledore, I am now convinced that Harry Potter is seriously ill, and you covered it up therefore depriving the poor boy of proper treatment," Fudge said.
- Dear Wizengamot! Those in favor of sending Potter into mandatory treatment at Mungo's and confiscating his wand until he recovers, raise your hands!
- Anybody against?
"Wait, I…" Harry Potter yelled.
"Mr. Potter! In view of your mental illness, you have been declared insane and acquitted of all charges," Fudge said solemnly. "You're sent to St. Mungo's until you're completely cured!"
THE END