CHAPTER – 27 THE WIZENGAMOT

The atmosphere in the grand Wizengamot chamber was thick with anticipation as the portly man's announcement echoed through the ornate walls. Harry, seated among the numerous observers, found himself immersed in the formalities of the Roll-calling, a process that unraveled the intricate tapestry of the Wizarding World's political landscape.

"Eustace Padget!" the man declared, and Harry watched as a distinguished figure, presumably Eustace Padget, rose from one of the upper tiers. The man's demeanor exuded authority, and as he spoke, his words resonated through the chamber. "Eustace Padget speaks on behalf of the Padget seat and serves as a proxy for Houses Slughorn and Fawley. Five votes."

The gravity of the moment struck Harry as he continued to observe the proceedings. Each Wizengamot member, in turn, stood up with pride, declaring their names and the influential Houses they represented. The cadence of their voices, the regality in their postures, painted a vivid picture of the diverse and expansive Wizarding World.

For Harry, who had spent the past several years entangled in the affairs of the Order of the Phoenix, this revelation served as a wake-up call. The names of these influential families reverberated around him, emphasizing the sheer vastness of the magical realm he inhabited. A sense of deja-vu washed over him, reminiscent of the moment he realized the limitations of his exposure. The majority of his interactions had been within a relatively narrow circle, closely tied to Dumbledore and the Order.

As he listened to the roll call, Harry couldn't help but reflect on the stark contrast between the broader Wizarding World and the somewhat insular community he had become accustomed to. The realization hit him like a wave, underlining the need for him to broaden his horizons and engage with the broader tapestry of magical society. The Roll-calling process became not just a bureaucratic formality, but a symbol of the untapped depths waiting to be explored beyond the familiar faces and names he had grown accustomed to.

In the midst of this grand assembly, Harry's contemplation deepened, sparking a newfound curiosity about the complexities and intricacies that lay beyond the immediate scope of his experiences. The Wizengamot chamber, with its towering tiers and echoing voices, became a stage for Harry's realization that his journey in the magical world was far from reaching its full breadth.

As the weight of the political intricacies settled upon Harry's shoulders, he felt a renewed determination to navigate this complex world. The clustering of families into alliances, the stratification of voting power among the various houses, and the subtle dance of political influence all became part of the fascinating tapestry that Harry was eager to unravel.

Sirius had, in a rare moment of mentorship, provided him with a crash course on the dynamics at play. It was not enough to transform him into a seasoned pureblood, but sufficient to discern the subtle gestures and norms that governed the proceedings. The revelation that the Ancient Houses collectively commanded three votes each, while regular pureblood families held only one, underscored the hierarchical structure within the Wizengamot. The Heads of Departments of the Ministry of Magic and other distinguished positions had their say with a single vote, emphasizing the intricate balance of power.

However, the true power brokers were the Nobility, with an astonishing seven votes each, making them the focal point of Wizengamot decisions. Harry found himself fortunate in this regard, belonging to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, a status that promised significant influence within this political quagmire.

The anticipation in the chamber reached its zenith when the call for House Potter echoed through the space. Sirius, with an air of regal confidence, stood beside Harry, a symbol of resilience and the transformation he had undergone after his twelve-year ordeal in Azkaban. Harry couldn't help but marvel at the apparent reversal of time, wondering about the mysterious refuge that had worked wonders for Sirius during his fourth year. A fleeting thought crossed Harry's mind about the prospect of a vacation there, finding solace in the idea before another demanding school year.

The moment of revelation unfolded as Sirius declared, "Lord Sirius Black speaks for the Ancient House of Potter and its vassals Houses Appleby, Waffling, and McNally. House Potter is named Proxy for the Noble and Ancient House of Black, and its Alliance. Nineteen votes." The declaration reverberated through the chamber, drawing the attention and respect of those gathered.

Nineteen votes, a formidable addition to the political landscape, positioned House Potter as a significant player. However, the reality of the situation dawned upon Harry as he observed Joshua, already risen to his feet with his Greengrass-Selwyn Alliance, wielding twenty-one votes. The true titan in the room, though, remained Lucius Malfoy, with his commanding thirty-one votes, a force to be reckoned with in the intricate dance of Wizengamot politics. The stage was set for a gripping political saga, and Harry couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility that came with being a player in this complex game of influence and power.

The situation took an unexpected turn as Minister Fudge expressed disbelief, his voice dripping with skepticism. "Preposterous!" he scoffed, "The registered Proxy for House Black is House Malfoy. The Wizengamot cannot accept this casting until House Black formally petitions the Wizengamot in an open session."

Harry's scowl deepened at Fudge's words, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Before he could articulate his thoughts, Joshua intervened with a keen understanding of the political maneuvers at play. "It's a stalling tactic," he explained, his tone filled with a confidence that belied the gravity of the situation. "One that's hardly a real obstacle. Your godfather can promptly petition for it the moment the session officially begins. This is Fudge's attempt to undermine his authority over the Black votes for this trial."

The concern on Harry's face was palpable as he sought clarification. "Wouldn't that be detrimental for us?"

Joshua's response was reassuring, "Hardly. Recall what I've shared with you about strategies in power plays?"

Harry nodded, recalling Joshua's guidance on the nuanced nature of power dynamics. Some strategies required unwavering success, while others allowed for setbacks and complications.

"This falls into the second category?" Harry inquired.

"Actually, this isn't even a formal strategy. It's simply Fudge being a nuisance," Joshua clarified, prompting a chuckle from Harry.

Sirius, however, took a more direct approach, tilting his head and casting a bemused stare in Fudge's direction. "You're absolutely right, Minister, and I fully intend to submit the petition once the session is officially underway. I've already assumed my Lordship. As per the Charter, an official petition need not be declared in an open session if it has been sent through official channels to the Ministry of Magic."

Fudge remained skeptical, retorting, "The office of the Minister of Magic has not received any such notices."

Sirius offered a nonchalant half-shrug. "Gringotts dispatched an official notification through the Goblin Liaison Office. I wouldn't want to comment on the efficiency of the Ministry."

Amidst the tension, a man with light brown hair, a square face, and a light stubble stood up to address the gathering from the far right. The room held its breath, awaiting the next development in this unfolding political drama.

The courtroom buzzed with tension as Dirk Cresswell, Head of the Goblin Liaison Office, confirmed the transmission of the notice to the Minister's office. The acknowledgment slip from the Senior Undersecretary was deemed sufficient confirmation, leaving Minister Fudge appearing pale and somewhat defeated. Amelia Bones, with a quizzical expression, sought clarification. "But not from the Minister?"

Cresswell remained unfazed, his demeanor unwavering. "It's a mere formality."

Amelia Bones redirected her scrutiny toward Fudge, who, after a brief moment of hesitation, offered a curt nod, signaling his reluctant acceptance. Albus Dumbledore resolutely banged the gavel, signaling the continuation of the Roll Call.

As the process unfolded, Harry found himself immersed in the revelation that Ollivander, the renowned wandmaker, belonged to a Noble and Most Ancient House, akin to the Blacks. He held a coalition with House Shafiq, another Noble House without immediate members but actively represented through House Ollivander. However, the most surprising revelation came with the announcement of Corban Yaxley.

"Corban Yaxley. I speak as Regent for House Weasley, and Vassal to House Malfoy. Three votes."

Harry couldn't suppress a loud cough in response to this unexpected statement. Joshua, ever observant, remarked, "I'm surprised you didn't know that, considering how close you are to them."

Harry shook his head, realizing the extent of his ignorance within the intricacies of the Wizarding World. "How did that come about?" he inquired.

Joshua emitted a soft snort. "Lord Septimus Weasley, Arthur Weasley's father, borrowed a substantial sum of money for a business venture from Lord Abraxas Malfoy back in the sixties."

Harry was left choking at that revelation. A Weasley borrowing from a Malfoy seemed like an inversion of the natural order, a testament to the complex tapestry of relationships woven within the wizarding aristocracy.

"I'm not sure if you're aware," Joshua continued, "but the Weasleys actually have a blood connection to the Blacks. Septimus Weasley married Cedrella Black. During that time, the Weasleys moved in the same social circles as the Malfoys and Blacks."

Harry strained to conjure an image of a man with flaming red hair and freckles fraternizing with another who boasted long, flowing white hair. It seemed inherently incongruous, challenging his preconceived notions about the rigid social structures within the Wizarding World.

The revelation about the Weasley family's financial entanglements left Harry in a state of disbelief, his mind grappling with the intricate web of connections and debts that had bound the two seemingly disparate families together. Ron, he mused, would undoubtedly have strong feelings about this revelation, perhaps aghast or inclined to confront Draco Malfoy at the earliest opportunity.

"Unfortunately, their business venture met a calamitous end, plunging the Weasley family's finances into dire straits. Septimus Weasley had to mortgage the Family Seat to Abraxas Malfoy, with the contractual obligation to repay the debt within the next fifty years. Adding salt to the wound, Abraxas appointed House Yaxley, a vassal of House Malfoy, as the Weasley Regent."

The gravity of the situation sunk in, and Harry found himself speechless, the weight of the revelation settling heavily on his shoulders.

"An initial loan amount of two hundred and fifty thousand galleons, in addition to an annual fee of eight thousand galleons paid to the Wizengamot to maintain the Weasley Seat's activity. This is the financial burden Arthur Weasley continues to shoulder, even to this day."

Harry struggled to find words, his mind racing with questions about the complexities and injustices that existed within the Wizarding World.

"But why? Yaxley—"

"Yaxley may have the Regency, but the Seat itself belongs to the Weasleys. If they falter in their payments for the Wizengamot dues, the Weasley Seat would become inactive. One cannot use a dormant asset as collateral. If such a situation were to transpire, Lucius Malfoy could swiftly have Arthur Weasley arrested for financial fraud."

The pieces of a puzzle fell into place, and Harry began to see how these circumstances might be at the root of the animosity between the Weasleys and the Malfoys.

"Is that why the Weasleys are... financially strained?"

Joshua offered a nonchalant shrug. "Most likely. A substantial portion of Arthur Weasley's income is likely diverted to servicing the mortgage and meeting the annual dues. The fact that they had to provide for seven children certainly doesn't help. Furthermore, Arthur Weasley has a penchant for brutal honesty and staunchly opposes Lucius Malfoy's agenda. Rumors abound that Abraxas Malfoy may have deliberately orchestrated the Weasley business venture's failure, but that remains mere speculation."

Harry furrowed his brow, genuinely intrigued. "How do you know all of this?"

Joshua chuckled. "Harry, the Weasleys are legendary. They serve as a necessary case study for every Heir, Lord, and Regent from Houses represented in the Wizengamot. I'm almost certain that if there's a section on 'foolishness' in the Wizengamot's lexicon, you'd find Septimus Weasley's portrait there."

As the session officially commenced, Dumbledore declared the Wizengamot open, and the subsequent minutes seemed filled with ceremonial posturing and pleasantries. Minister Fudge's inclusion of reporters and a peculiar woman in garish pink attire, who Harry vaguely recalled as Umbridge, added an air of unpredictability to the proceedings. The woman sat smugly next to the Minister, her condescending demeanor and self-satisfied smile suggesting an unwavering belief in her control over the situation. The trial had yet to truly begin, but the stage was set for a complex and multifaceted political drama that would unfold in the heart of the Wizarding World.

Fudge's grandiloquent speech, attempting to rally the Wizengamot around the narrative of a grievous injustice, had a more tiresome effect than the minister likely intended. His formal and self-important tone surpassed even the grandiosity of discussions at the International Quidditch Cup. The Minister ostentatiously dwelled on Cedric's death, the chaos within Hogwarts, and the mysterious resurrection of the Dark Lord.

Initially hurtful, Fudge's words had lost their sting with time, now only managing to elicit a sense of weariness from Harry. Even those who staunchly upheld traditional pureblood values were beginning to show signs of frustration. Sirius and some members of the assembly mirrored this sentiment, their expressions revealing a shared weariness.

The turning point came when Evan Rosier, a member of the Nobility, openly expressed his exasperation at what he perceived as a waste of time. Fudge, seemingly undeterred, proposed suspending all other proceedings of the Wizengamot until the trial was resolved.

"Is the Minister joking?" Joshua questioned, rising to his feet and bestowing a formal bow upon Dumbledore. He bore Dumbledore's admonishment for the interruption with composure before proceeding, "I must inquire, why are we postponing the regular proceedings? It has been over a month since the disastrous conclusion of the Triwizard Tournament, and only now are we beginning the trial. Surely a few additional notices would not significantly impact the process?"

The room fell into a hushed silence, awaiting Dumbledore's response. The Chief Warlock, with his usual air of sagacity, acknowledged Joshua's inquiry. "An astute observation, Lord Selwyn. Minister Fudge, while I understand the urgency of the matter at hand, we must ensure that the regular business of the Wizengamot continues without undue interruption. The trial shall proceed, but it will not monopolize our entire agenda. The Wizengamot remains committed to addressing both this grave issue and the routine matters that require our attention."

Fudge, though visibly displeased with Dumbledore's response, had little choice but to acquiesce. The trial would proceed, but the ordinary functions of the Wizengamot would not grind to a halt.

The proceedings continued, with Fudge's attempt to control the narrative now tempered by the measured authority of Dumbledore. The trial, while a focal point, would not overshadow all other matters. The complex dance of political maneuvering within the Wizengamot had only just begun, and Harry could sense the undercurrents of tension and anticipation that permeated the chamber.

The revelation of Joshua Greengrass declaring his daughter Daphne worthy of full emancipation and elevating her to the position of Lady of House Greengrass sent ripples of surprise through the assembly. Harry observed the unfolding events with keen interest, noting the reactions of both the Wizengamot members and Lucius Malfoy, who closely monitored the proceedings from the Gallery.

As Joshua continued, explaining the rationale behind Daphne's newfound title and the acknowledgment of her qualities, the murmurs in the assembly grew, and Lucius Malfoy appeared perturbed. Engaging in a hushed conversation with those around him, Malfoy's demeanor suggested he was far from pleased with their responses. Despite the immediate implications being relatively minor for Daphne, the announcement served as a precursor to the most crucial aspect Joshua was about to address.

When Dumbledore inquired about objections, Lucius Malfoy promptly stood up to voice his concern. "I have an objection," he proclaimed, drawing the attention of the entire chamber.

"Please, share your concerns," Dumbledore urged, his steady gaze fixed on Malfoy.

"House Greengrass has a binding contract with House Malfoy, stipulating the marriage of young Daphne to my son Draco immediately following the attainment of their NEWTs. Miss Greengrass is required to remain as Heir Apparent until that time, or she will incur penalties for breach of contract."

The revelation of this binding contract added a layer of complexity to the proceedings, and Harry couldn't help but wonder how Joshua Greengrass would navigate this obstacle. The stage was set for a clash of interests and values within the Wizengamot, and the anticipation in the chamber reached new heights as the intricate political drama unfolded.

Dumbledore acknowledged the sustained objection and turned to Joshua, prompting him to provide clarification on the matter. With a soft, seemingly amused laugh, Joshua responded, "I had anticipated resolving this matter without transforming it into a public spectacle. However, if House Malfoy insists..."

Shifting slightly to face Lucius directly, Joshua declared, "I am annulling the contract because it is devoid of legal standing. I have formally filed a complaint against Lucius Malfoy, citing charges of contract breach due to false pretenses and financial fraud under Section 12B of Article 17 of the Wizengamot Penal Code."

The revelation of these criminal charges sent shockwaves through the assembly, escalating the previously subdued muttering into a raucous clamor of discontent. Lucius, noticeably pale, silently retook his seat as Dumbledore attempted to restore order with the gavel.

"Regent Greengrass," Dumbledore interjected, "Criminal charges against another individual fall under the jurisdiction of the DMLE. Presenting this as a notice before the entire Wizengamot serves no purpose beyond sowing confusion among the jury."

"I apologize for any disturbance, Chief Warlock," Joshua responded, bowing slightly once more. "I had hoped to maintain a low profile and permit the DMLE to follow its standard procedure. However, Lucius Malfoy opposed my notice, and I was instructed, by this assembly, to validate my allegations."

Locking eyes with the incensed Malfoy, Joshua added, "I can provide a comprehensive explanation of my charges, should House Malfoy consider it necessary. Alternatively, it may withdraw its objection and save the Court's valuable time."

Reluctantly, Lucius withdrew his objection, and Joshua acknowledged it with a smile. He then moved on to his next notice, revealing the results of an Ancestry test carried out by Gringotts. Harry James Potter had been officially registered as a bearer of the Greengrass bloodline through his paternal grandmother, Euphemia Potter, née Greengrass. Joshua endorsed this registration, declaring Harry a member of House Greengrass.

As the chamber absorbed this unexpected turn of events, Daphne looked at Harry with a smile, and Dumbledore's furrowed brow indicated his contemplation of the implications.

"Hem-hem!" The toad-like woman leaned forward, announcing her presence as Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. The Court Reporter duly recognized her, signaling the potential intrusion of yet another player into this intricate political drama.

"I must admit, Regent Greengrass, I believe I may have misunderstood you," she remarked in a sickeningly saccharine, high-pitched tone that took Harry aback, as he had been expecting a croak. "I mean, he stands accused of the murder of thirteen esteemed members of our society. Surely a person of your standing wouldn't wish to tarnish your noble House's reputation by offering sanctuary to Mr. Potter?"

Joshua appeared about to respond, but Dumbledore's abrupt gavel-banging silenced him.

"Madam Senior Undersecretary," the Headmaster retorted in a frigid tone, "Harry Potter stands accused of the murders of thirteen purebloods. These accusations have yet to be substantiated before this assembly. I was present for his DMLE interrogation, conducted under Veritaserum, and we found no evidence to support his guilt."

"But—"

"Until Mr. Potter is proven guilty, he will be addressed with the respect he deserves. I should remind you that Harry Potter is Heir Apparent to the Ancient Potter family, and, as we have just witnessed, a scion of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Greengrass. Do you believe it is just to make such unfounded, acerbic comments about his character before the Wizengamot?"

Umbridge glared at the older wizard, but she knew he was correct, and she grudgingly took her seat.

"Regent Greengrass, please proceed."

Joshua shook his head. "No, that will be all, Chief Warlock. With this, I yield the floor to my daughter and Lady of House Greengrass."

Daphne stepped forward, tapping her wand against her robes, which immediately transformed into the regal Wizengamot attire, and retrieved a prepared speech from her pocket.

"Chief Warlock, Lords and Ladies, and members of the jury, I stand before you today to address this assembly as the new Lady of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Greengrass. However, I am still a student at Hogwarts with three more years of education ahead of me. Consequently, my father will act as my proxy for all my duties until that time. From this day forward, I pledge myself to the obligations and responsibilities as a member of this esteemed body. I solemnly swear to collaborate with the Wizengamot and uphold my oaths as the Lady of Greengrass. So mote it be!"

As she concluded her statement, Harry sensed a peculiar warmth emanating from her and, unless he was mistaken, from within himself as well. It was as if the Greengrass bloodline was celebrating the ascension of its new Lady. An unexpected desire to smile and applaud nearly overcame him, before a familiar coldness banished it from his being.

"Your oath has been witnessed by the Wizengamot," Dumbledore confirmed. "Lady of House Greengrass, please take your seat."

Daphne bowed respectfully to Dumbledore and then turned around. With a single glance toward Harry, she ascended the stairs until she returned to the Greengrass box.

"Is there anyone else who wishes to make any announcements before we proceed with the primary matter of today's session?" Dumbledore inquired.

Sirius rose at Dumbledore's invitation. "I do, Chief Warlock."

"The Wizengamot extends a warm welcome to you, Sirius Black. What matter do you bring before this Assembly?"

Sirius offered a bow with enthusiasm. "Thank you for your gracious welcome. I would like to begin my first appearance in this revered institution by issuing some notices. Chief Warlock, my Lords and Ladies, Ministry officials, and fellow citizens, I stand before you today so that you may bear witness to my vow before Magic."

With that, he withdrew his wand and held it aloft. Harry couldn't help but notice that Sirius's expression appeared entirely innocent, while his eyes hinted at imminent mischief. If Harry didn't know better, he might have thought that his godfather was about to execute a grand prank on the Wizengamot.

He wouldn't... Would he?

And just like that, Harry realized that he wasn't certain. One could never be sure with Sirius Black.

"I, Sirius Orion, Son and Heir Apparent of House Black, lay claim to the House of Black as my own, assuming the title of its Lord and Master. With the blessings of Tezcatlipoca from whom the Blacks are descended, I swear to uphold the traditions and customs mandated by my Family Charter and fulfill my responsibilities as the Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black."

As Sirius made his declaration, the Black Heir ring on Harry's index finger tingled.

The Lord's ring on Sirius's finger shone with an intense, dark illumination, casting a dense, black shadow for a moment before an intricate, dark light shot upward, forming the outline of a jaguar before vanishing into thin air.

"The—" Dumbledore's voice momentarily faltered, "The Wizengamot acknowledges this declaration. Welcome, Lord Black. Please, assume the Seat that is rightfully yours."

Sirius smiled back. "Oh, I most certainly will, but as the new Lord of the family, there are some notices I must issue." He stood at his full height, surveying the assembly with a grin. "Let's begin with the pesky ones first." Clearing his throat, he continued, "All outstanding and active contracts initiated by Regent Black since 1981 are hereby rescinded until further notice, and active contracts are held in abeyance and pending review until I have the opportunity to personally verify their validity. Depending on the circumstances, they will either be reaffirmed or... voided."

Ah, Harry thought. There's the chaos.

"What—?" Fudge's voice cracked, unable to comprehend this turn of events.

"WHAT?" "ARE YOU SERIOUS, BLACK?" "WHY ARE OUR CONTRACTS BEING REVOKED?!" The shouts echoed through the chamber, revealing that several of these contract holders were members of the Wizengamot. Not even Dumbledore's continuous gavel strikes managed to quiet them.

However, Sirius had found a clever solution to this predicament.

"As Lord Black," Sirius continued, "I have the right to dissolve existing alliances and form new ones. I hereby declare the dissolution of the Black Alliance, as it stands, effective immediately. In its place, I extend invitations to all Houses that wish to align with House Black under my leadership. We will renegotiate terms, establish new alliances, and ensure that House Black's interests are properly represented in the Wizengamot."

The chamber erupted into a cacophony of reactions—outrage, astonishment, and whispers of intrigue. The sudden dissolution of a long-standing alliance was unprecedented, and the ramifications were bound to be extensive.

"As for you, Lord Selwyn," Sirius addressed Androcles directly, "I appreciate your concern. However, I am fully capable of managing House Black's affairs. Regent Malfoy's track record has left much to be desired, and I am determined to rectify any missteps that may have occurred during his tenure."

Harry watched as Lucius Malfoy's expression shifted from arrogance to a subtle mix of frustration and realization. The power dynamics within the Wizengamot were undergoing a seismic shift, and Sirius Black was orchestrating it with finesse.

Dumbledore, ever the composed figure at the center of chaos, eventually restored order with his gavel. "Lords and Ladies, please allow Lord Black to continue. We must proceed with today's proceedings."

Sirius acknowledged Dumbledore with a nod before addressing the assembly once more. "In addition to the dissolution of the Black Alliance, I also wish to bring attention to certain financial matters. House Black has been a significant contributor to the Ministry's coffers for generations, and it is only fair that we assess the utilization of these funds. I have requested a comprehensive audit of House Black's financial transactions with the Ministry to ensure transparency and accountability."

This announcement prompted a flurry of reactions. Members of the Wizengamot exchanged wary glances, and some shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Sirius had just unveiled his intention to scrutinize the financial dealings that had transpired between House Black and the Ministry, a move that would likely expose any irregularities or questionable agreements.

"Rest assured, this audit is not meant to accuse anyone unjustly," Sirius continued. "Rather, it is a step toward establishing a more transparent and equitable financial relationship between House Black and the Ministry. I believe it is in the best interest of the Wizarding community to have a clear understanding of how these funds have been utilized and whether they have contributed to the common good."

Harry admired Sirius's strategic approach. By framing the audit as a measure for the greater good, he not only appealed to the ideals of transparency and accountability but also positioned himself as a responsible and conscientious leader.

"Now, let us turn our attention to the primary matter of today's session—the trial of Harry James Potter," Sirius declared, seamlessly transitioning to the focal point of the gathering.

The atmosphere in the Wizengamot chamber remained charged, and Harry couldn't shake the feeling that the events unfolding around him were leading to a momentous turning point.

"Thank you, Chief Warlock," Harry responded, his voice steady. He knew the weight of the situation, the accusations against him, and the skepticism many held. Yet, he had Sirius and Joshua by his side, and he couldn't let doubt overshadow his defense.

"I won't waste your time with unnecessary details or rhetoric," Harry began, looking directly at the members of the Wizengamot. "I understand the severity of the charges against me, and I am prepared to face a fair trial to prove my innocence. But I would like to emphasize a few key points."

"Firstly, I had no intention or desire to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. My name was submitted without my knowledge or consent. The circumstances of my entry were beyond my control, and I have no reason to put my life at risk willingly."

"Secondly, I did not choose the tasks or orchestrate the events surrounding them. I faced each challenge as they were presented, often without adequate information or preparation."

"Thirdly, the accusations against me for the deaths during the Third Task are unfounded. I did not cause the deaths of those individuals. The maze and its challenges were designed and managed by the Tournament organizers. I did not have any part in determining the obstacles or the risks involved."

Harry paused, scanning the faces of the Wizengamot members. He could see skepticism, curiosity, and, in some cases, sympathy.

"I believe in justice," Harry continued, "and I trust that the Wizengamot will conduct a thorough and impartial trial. I have nothing to hide, and I am ready to answer any questions to the best of my ability. I request a fair chance to present my case and prove my innocence. That is all I ask."

With that, Harry stepped back, his gaze lingering on Sirius and Joshua. The dynamics of the Wizengamot were shifting, alliances were being dissolved, and new treaties were formed. The atmosphere was tense, but Harry felt a sense of determination to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Dumbledore, with a measured expression, nodded. "Thank you, Harry Potter. Your words will be taken into consideration during the trial. We shall now proceed with the trial proceedings."

As the Wizengamot prepared for the trial, Harry couldn't help but wonder how this pivotal moment would shape his future and the future of the Wizarding world. The unfolding events held the promise of change, and he hoped that justice would prevail.

"I am aware of the challenges and controversies surrounding my presence here, particularly the accusations leveled against me in connection to the events of the Triwizard Tournament. I understand the gravity of the situation, and I am committed to facing a fair trial to address these allegations."

"As the Heir of House Potter, I aim to contribute positively to the wizarding community. I believe in justice, fairness, and the principles that uphold our magical society. I am not here to disrupt, but rather to engage, learn, and work toward a better future for all magical beings."

Harry paused, scanning the faces of the Wizengamot. Some members appeared thoughtful, while others maintained a guarded expression.

"I also wish to acknowledge the alliances forged between House Potter, House Greengrass, and House Black. These alliances are built on mutual respect, cooperation, and a shared vision for the betterment of our magical world. We stand united, and I am grateful for the support and guidance of my godfather, Lord Sirius Black, and Regent Joshua Greengrass."

A murmur of discussions erupted among the Wizengamot members, with some nodding in approval while others exchanged skeptical glances.

"As I prepare to face the trial ahead, I am confident in the truth prevailing. I ask for a fair and impartial judgment. I believe in the integrity of the Wizengamot, and I trust that justice will be served. Thank you for your attention and consideration."

With those words, Harry took his seat, feeling a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. The dynamics within the Wizengamot had shifted, alliances were forming and dissolving, and the impending trial would undoubtedly shape the course of his future and the future of the wizarding world.

Dumbledore, after a moment of contemplation, raised his gavel. "The Wizengamot acknowledges Lord Potter's statements. Let us proceed with the trial proceedings."

As the trial unfolded, Harry faced a barrage of questions, accusations, and scrutiny. The atmosphere in the Wizengamot chamber was tense, and the stakes were high. The unfolding events would determine not only Harry's fate but also the trajectory of the Wizarding world in the aftermath of the Triwizard Tournament.

Harry's words echoed through the chamber, and a magical resonance filled the air as he invoked the ancient lineage of the Peverell family. The room seemed to vibrate with the weight of his declaration, and the members of the Wizengamot were captivated by the unfolding events.

"As the direct descendant of Iolanthe Peverell," Harry continued, "I inherit the right to be recognized as the Vessel of the Peverell family. This title isn't about power or authority; it's about carrying the legacy of a family that has played a pivotal role in the wizarding world's history."

The gravity of Harry's proclamation hung in the air, and the assembly remained in stunned silence. The concept of a Vessel, especially one tied to such an ancient and revered family, carried profound significance in the wizarding world.

Lord Benjamin Nott, who had initially expressed skepticism, now wore an expression of astonishment. He, like many others, was grappling with the revelation that the fifth clause of inheritance, removed centuries ago, had resurfaced through Harry's claim.

"Magic acknowledges your oath, Lord Potter," Dumbledore declared, his voice carrying a resonance that underscored the solemnity of the moment. "The Wizengamot recognizes your connection to the Peverell family and the title of Vessel. May you bear this legacy with honor and responsibility."

With Dumbledore's acknowledgment, the atmosphere in the chamber shifted. Some members exchanged glances, conveying a mixture of awe and uncertainty. The ancient concept of a Vessel, tied to the Peverell family, added a layer of complexity to the proceedings, and the Wizengamot found itself navigating uncharted territory.

Harry, having delivered his proclamation, returned to his seat with a sense of accomplishment and the awareness that his actions had set in motion a reevaluation of traditional norms within the wizarding world. The trial continued, but the revelation of the Vessel and its connection to the Peverell family lingered, shaping the discussions and debates that unfolded in the hallowed halls of the Wizengamot.

It was a display of power that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, and it left the Wizengamot members in a state of shock and disbelief. Harry had just made a powerful claim to the magic of the Peverell family, and the chamber was witnessing the consequences of his assertion.

The sudden appearance of the colossal thestral, its pitch-black form radiating an aura of immense power, left the members of the Wizengamot stunned and speechless. The gale created by the creature's powerful wingbeats was so strong that it disrupted the chamber's enchantments, an unheard-of feat.

The thestral let out a resounding neigh, and then, as quickly as it had appeared, it transformed into a swirling mass of darkness before merging back into Harry's ring.

The Wizengamot was in a state of shock and disbelief. They had witnessed Harry making an extraordinary claim to the Peverell family magic and summoning a mythical thestral. The chamber was filled with whispers, gasps, and murmurs.

Finally, Harry's voice broke the silence. In quieter tones, he spoke his final words, enacting his authority as the Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Peverell.

"The magic of the Peverell family flows through my veins. I, Harry James Potter, claim my heritage, embracing the responsibilities and privileges that come with it. As the Lord of the Peverell family, I wield the power of the Vessel, and I shall uphold the legacy of my ancestors."

The members of the Wizengamot erupted into a frenzy of discussions, protests, and questions. Chaos reigned in the chamber as they grappled with the extraordinary events they had just witnessed. Dumbledore, still composed, was attempting to restore order, but the members were too agitated to heed his calls.

Harry had made an indelible mark on the Wizengamot, and his actions had sent shockwaves throughout the wizarding world. His assertion as Lord of the Peverell family was a powerful statement, and the repercussions were bound to be significant.

In the midst of the chaotic scene, Harry stood resolute, his eyes calmly scanning the assembly. The tumultuous reactions of the Wizengamot members were expected, and he had achieved his goal of making a profound impact.

Dumbledore, with a stern expression, raised his hands, gesturing for silence. Slowly, the noise began to subside, but the whispers and murmurings continued to echo through the chamber.

"Order! Order in the court!" Dumbledore's voice cut through the commotion. "Lord Potter has made a significant assertion regarding his lineage. It is our duty to consider the implications with a measured and rational approach. Please, let us restore decorum."

Despite Dumbledore's efforts, the atmosphere remained charged with tension and anticipation. The members of the Wizengamot were now faced with a reality that challenged their established norms and traditions.

Seated within the Greengrass box, Daphne wore a thoughtful expression, her eyes fixed on Harry. In the adjacent Malfoy box, Lucius appeared displeased, exchanging glances with other pureblood families who shared his concern.

Harry, feeling the weight of the moment, took a step back and allowed Dumbledore to address the assembly. The Headmaster's gaze shifted between the Wizengamot members, measuring their reactions and seeking a semblance of order.

"Lords and Ladies of the Wizengamot," Dumbledore began, his voice carrying a gravity befitting the occasion, "We find ourselves confronted with an unprecedented situation. Lord Potter has asserted his claim to the magic and heritage of the Peverell family, a name steeped in wizarding history. Before we pass judgment or make decisions, we must approach this matter with due diligence and respect for the traditions we hold dear."

He glanced at Harry, nodding with a hint of acknowledgment, and then directed his attention back to the assembly. "It is my suggestion that we convene a special session to thoroughly examine the validity of Lord Potter's claim. This will allow us to deliberate and evaluate the evidence, ensuring a fair and just resolution to this matter."

The proposal seemed to resonate with some members, while others continued to express their discontent through murmurs and disapproving looks.

Dumbledore, maintaining his composure, added, "In the meantime, let us refrain from rash judgments and respect the decorum of this esteemed assembly. The Wizengamot will reconvene for a special session to address this matter with the gravity it deserves. Until then, I implore all present to reflect on the principles that guide our wizarding society."

With those words, Dumbledore concluded the session, and the Wizengamot members slowly began to disperse. The echoes of their discussions and debates lingered, leaving an indelible mark on the history of the wizarding world.

As the chamber emptied, Harry found himself at the center of attention, whispers following his every step. The journey he had embarked upon within the Wizengamot had only just begun, and the challenges ahead promised to reshape the foundations of the wizarding society.

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