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So based on feedback from my Patreon the next six chapters drag and I agree as well. Writing them is what made me realize that I needed to invest all my time into this story rather than split my time between the two. So for the sake of your viewing pleasure, I will be combining the six chapters into two bulk chapters. But I'll need to take a few days off of releasing to balance out the advanced chapters.
So in summary two big chapters today and tomorrow and then after the next 3-4 days will be no releases.
It's not the greatest situation but I think everyone ends up with some kind of benefit.
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"Good day, witches and wizards of the wizarding world. My name is Rita Skeeter, Senior Journalist for the Daily Prophet, and I am coming to you live from the Ministry of Magic on what may prove to be one of the most chaotic legal proceedings of the decade—the first day of the Thane Fae Trials.
As many of you are undoubtedly aware, last week Lord Thane Fae—Head to the prestigious House Fae and CEO of the rapidly expanding magical enterprise, Fae Inc.—was arrested under a cloud of controversy. Shortly after his detainment, he was denied bail and placed in the British Magical Detainment Center, where he has remained ever since. The charges levied against him are no minor infractions. They include: interference with an official Auror investigation, dangerous use of magic in the first degree, and the most damning of all—endangerment of minors with magic.
However, as with all things involving the enigmatic and polarizing Lord Fae, this situation is far from straightforward. In all my years reporting for the Prophet, I have never encountered a case that has sparked so much public discourse, division, and—in some circles—outright outrage.
Now, let us take a moment to examine the facts as we understand them. The incident in question took place aboard the Hogwarts Express, just days ago. According to the Ministry's official statement, a squad of Dementors had been dispatched to board and search the train for the escaped convict Sirius Black. A man once believed to be a close confidant of the late James and Lily Potter, Black is now known to be a dangerous fugitive, allegedly responsible for their betrayal and subsequent deaths.
Earlier this summer, the Ministry announced that Dementors would be stationed at Hogwarts for the entirety of the academic year—an unprecedented and, frankly, deeply troubling move that has drawn sharp criticism from parents, educators, and several prominent members of the Wizengamot. The idea that such soul-draining creatures—infamous for their devastating psychological effects—should be allowed anywhere near our children has, understandably, not sat well with the public.
Which brings us back to the event in question. According to multiple eyewitnesses aboard the train, a swarm of Dementors suddenly descended without warning, sending students into a panic. It was in this moment of chaos, we are told, that Lord Fae stepped into the corridor and cast a powerful corporeal Patronus—an advanced spell typically beyond even the most skilled adult witches and wizards. Not only did the Patronus drive off the Dementors, it allegedly destroyed several of them entirely.
Now here is where the controversy begins to twist like a corkscrew. On one hand, we have the Ministry insisting that Lord Fae interfered with an authorized security operation, escalating the situation and putting students at risk. On the other hand, we have accounts from students who claim they felt terrorized by the Dementors and grateful for Lord Fae's intervention. Some even described him as 'a hero.'
So the question remains: Was Lord Fae a reckless noble acting out of ego, or was he a young wizard protecting his fellow students when the very institution tasked with their safety failed to do so?
The implications of this trial are monumental. Not only will it determine the future of one of the most influential figures of the next generation—it may also redefine the public's trust in the Ministry and its methods. Is this the beginning of a necessary reckoning, or a calculated political maneuver? Is it about justice, or control?
We cannot say for certain what the next few days will bring, but one thing is clear—the world is watching.
For the Daily Prophet, this is Rita Skeeter, signing off—for now."
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"Why the fuck do we have to go pick him up?" Jerry muttered darkly, his irritation thick in the air as he dropped his wand into the secure lockbox with a metallic clang. The enchantments on the box flared briefly before sealing the weapon away. Without waiting for a response, he moved past the checkpoint and into the dimly lit stone corridor that marked the entrance to the prison proper.
"You know damn well why," Steve grumbled, trailing behind with equal parts reluctance and exhaustion. He rubbed at the back of his neck, already regretting the shift. "No one else wants to risk drawing the ire of a noble heir who killed a Basilisk before he even turned twenty."
The moment the two Aurors crossed the threshold into the cell block, they were greeted with the usual chorus of jeers, catcalls, and colorful threats. Hardened criminals, their faces carved with age and aggression, pressed against the enchanted iron bars. Some were gaunt and twitching from withdrawal. Others flexed tattooed muscles, flashing wicked grins and missing teeth as they heckled the passing officers.
Jerry didn't flinch. In fact, he smirked.
Steve glanced sideways, noting the amused expression creeping across his partner's face.
"You find something funny in this hellhole?" he asked, voice low, suspicious.
Jerry let out a snort, shaking his head slightly. "Just picturing it, that's all. The great and powerful Lord Fae, stuck in a place like this. I wonder how he's been handling it." He grinned, not kindly. "Think he complained about the thread count on his sheets? Or maybe threw a fit because he had to share a room with a guy named Mugs who eats live rats?"
Steve chuckled under his breath, trying not to smile. "You don't seriously think he's that pampered, do you?"
"Oh, please," Jerry shot back, the grin fading as his voice turned colder. "You should've seen the way he acted when I arrested him—like he owned the fucking station. Smug as hell. Didn't even flinch when I cuffed him. Gave me this look like I was a dog barking too loud during tea. Kids like that don't get humbled. They get worse."
Steve sighed, his expression sobering. "You know he's an orphan, right?"
and all the money in the world."
Jerry's lips pressed into a thin line.
"…Oh."
For a few moments, silence settled between them—awkward, but not unfamiliar. The only sounds were the flickering buzz of the enchanted torches and the distant echoes of laughter and metal scraping against stone as they neared the very end of the corridor.
Then Jerry exhaled through his nose and muttered, "Still don't like the kid."
Steve smirked. "Didn't say you had to."
The corridor grew quieter as they moved deeper into the high-security wing—where only the most dangerous, volatile, or politically inconvenient prisoners were kept. The cells here were wider, and with walls reinforced walls. Though the insides of the cell were somehow even more bare bones and desolate.
"They really don't want this bloke getting out do they?" Steve muttered as he gazed at the maximum security.
"That's only part of it," Jerry commented, "The kids spent a week in this pit, it's only a step above Azkaban. He's going to be an absolute mess in-"
Jerry's words and body came to a stop as he stared into the cell at the very end of the corridor, "What the hell?"
At his companion's words, Steve looked over as well and joined Jerry in staunch disbelief, "Did he already go insane?"
Feeling a pair of eyes on him Thane turned around and smiled at the aurors standing outside his cell, "Is it my court date already? I'm afraid I've lost track of time, they haven't let me out of my cell since the incident."
Neither Jerry nor Steve replied both were still in shock as they stared a Thane, who looked as if he had spent the last week at a spa, not a maximum security prison. Then there was his cell, everything was the same except for the fact that the walls floor, and ceilings were covered in mathematical equations clustered tightly together with diagrams of thin rectangular prisms and runic symbols written in interconnected rings.
"Officers?" Thane asked once more making Steve and Jerry flinch as their minds restarted.
"Y-yes right, we're here to escort you to your court appearance!" Jerry announced loudly trying to project authority.
Thane stared at the man for a moment before shaking his head, "Very well then."
Approaching the gate Steve took out a pair of cuffs, "Stick your hands through the slot, if you will."
Thane complied though his emerald gaze was fixated on Steve's face as if trying to place it, "I haven't seen you before...have I?"
Steve glanced at Thane before quickly looking away and putting the cuffs on, "No this is the first time we've met."
"You don't seem like a glory hound, so who did you piss off to get stuck dealing with me?" Thane asked treating Steve's unexpected involvement like a puzzle.
"Nobody," Steve muttered sourly, "I lost a bet."
Thane smirked at the answer before he stepped back and the cell door swung open letting him exit.
"I don't think the custodial staff is going to be happy about you leaving behind all that shit on the walls?" Jerry muttered as he stepped behind Thane and started corraling him down the hallway.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Thane muttered and his eyes seemed to glow dimly for a second but Steve and Jerry missed it.
"What do you mean you have no idea-" Steve started but cut off when he turned around and saw the pristine walls absent of the scholarly graffiti he had sure been there a moment ago, "What in the bloody hell?"
"Looks like you officers need some sleep," Thane suggested though neither Steve nor Jerry felt that grateful.
Marching back down the hallway Steve frowned feeling something was off though it took him a moment to realize why.
"Why are they all so quiet?" Jerry asked aloud, a frown growing on his face.
"They know I don't like noise," Thane replied, voice light.
Steve turned to glance into one of the other cells—and felt something cold settle in his gut. Dozens of hardened inmates, the kind who laughed at torture and spat in the faces of executioners, were all pressed into the back corners of their cells.
Every single one of them stared at Thane.
Like they were watching something inhuman walk free.
Steve swallowed hard. "What the hell did you do to them?"
Thane didn't break stride.
"I told you," he said softly, "there was an incident."
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Cassian Vale looked up from the neatly organized stack of legal documents as the heavy door to the consultation chamber creaked open. His expression remained composed, but the faint furrow of his brow deepened as his eyes settled on the young man being ushered in between two Aurors—both of whom looked equal parts irritated and uncomfortable. Thane Fae, dressed in the austere, regulation-issued robes of a high-security detainee, strode into the room with his hands still bound in Ministry-grade shackles that hummed faintly with layered containment charms.
Reaching into the inner pocket of his finely tailored waistcoat, Cassian withdrew a silver pocket watch and flipped it open with a snap, eyes narrowing as he read the time. A humorless smile twitched at the corner of his lips. 'They're just having a field day with this case, aren't they?'
"I scheduled to meet with my client a quarter past nine," Cassian began, his voice smooth but edged with deliberate authority—like silk wrapped around steel. He did not raise his voice; he didn't need to. His words, clipped and precise, carried clearly across the small room. "So could either of you fine officers explain to me why fifteen minutes have elapsed since the agreed-upon time, and I am only just now laying eyes on Lord Fae?"
The sharp rebuke struck like a lash. Both Aurors—Steve and Jerry, if Thane remembered correctly—stiffened at the verbal blow. Their previously bored expressions flickered into ones of annoyance.
"There was some delay getting through the floo network," Jerry snapped, his tone defensive, his shoulders tensing. "It seems someone tipped off the press, and the vultures were waiting outside."
"It was beyond our control," Steve added more diplomatically, although his voice lacked conviction, as if he, too, knew this excuse would never pass muster under Cassian's scrutiny.
Cassian didn't even blink. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes like cold daggers behind the delicate frame of his wire-thin spectacles. "I would certainly hope so. Because if I suspected this delay was deliberate, I'd waste no time filing suit against you both—personally—and your department. Now, if you would kindly vacate the room, I require privacy with my client. For whatever little time you've left us."
The two men exchanged glances. Steve looked as if he wanted to object but thought better of it. Jerry muttered something under his breath, perhaps not realizing Cassian's hearing was sharper than most.
"And the cuffs," Cassian added before they could step away, gesturing toward the magical restraints around Thane's wrists. "Remove them. They're unnecessary and, frankly, insulting."
Jerry's eye twitched as he pulled out his wand. With an irritated flick and tap, the cuffs vanished in a puff of blue light.
"Better?" he asked sarcastically.
Cassian gave him a measured smile, one that didn't reach his eyes. "Much. Thank you, Officer Gerald. And I must say—I look forward to your testimony during the trial proceedings."
Jerry's face flushed with anger, but before he could deliver a retort, Steve clapped a firm hand on his partner's shoulder. "Just leave it," Steve muttered, steering him out of the room.
The door shut with a loud, deliberate click, sealing them inside.
Cassian released a low breath and settled back into his chair, smoothing his robes as he did so. "Forgive my blunt approach, Lord Fae. But I needed to assess how the less... refined among our opposition might react under pressure."
Thane lowered himself into the seat across from him with an easy grace, his emerald eyes sharp and alert. He extended a hand.
"Cassian Vale. I've read your briefings. The work you did during the Greengrass estate arbitration was particularly insightful."
Cassian shook his hand firmly, offering the smallest nod. "You honor me, Lord Fae. And allow me to formally say—it's a pleasure to finally work with someone who reads case law for sport."
Thane smirked faintly. "I prefer to be prepared. Especially when dealing with snakes who think they can make an example out of me."
"Then we'll make quick work of them," Cassian replied smoothly, flipping open his dossier. "Let's begin with an overview of your case and the defense strategy your fiance shared with me to ensure we are both on the same page. Unless you have other amendments?"
Thane shook his head, "While I may read law, I do not practice it. Thus, I'll trust your expertise."
Cassian's thin lips twitched up in a smile, "Flattery isn't necessary, Lord Fae."
"Unnecessary doesn't mean unappreciated, Mr. Vale, and for a man responsible for my defense, I would like to ensure he understands his efforts are very appreciated," Thane replied wittingly.
Smiling at the banter, Cassian nodded, "As you wish, Lord Fae, now, without further ado, let us begin."
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Cassian Vale looked up from the neatly organized stack of legal documents as the heavy door to the consultation chamber creaked open. His expression remained composed, but the faint furrow of his brow deepened as his eyes settled on the young man being ushered in between two Aurors—both of whom looked equal parts irritated and uncomfortable. Thane Fae, dressed in the austere, regulation-issued robes of a high-security detainee, strode into the room with his hands still bound in Ministry-grade shackles that hummed faintly with layered containment charms.
Reaching into the inner pocket of his finely tailored waistcoat, Cassian withdrew a silver pocket watch and flipped it open with a snap, eyes narrowing as he read the time. A humorless smile twitched at the corner of his lips. 'They're just having a field day with this case, aren't they?'
"I scheduled to meet with my client a quarter past nine," Cassian began, his voice smooth but edged with deliberate authority—like silk wrapped around steel. He did not raise his voice; he didn't need to. His words, clipped and precise, carried clearly across the small room. "So could either of you fine officers explain to me why fifteen minutes have elapsed since the agreed-upon time, and I am only just now laying eyes on Lord Fae?"
The sharp rebuke struck like a lash. Both Aurors—Steve and Jerry, if Thane remembered correctly—stiffened at the verbal blow. Their previously bored expressions flickered into ones of annoyance.
"There was some delay getting through the floo network," Jerry snapped, his tone defensive, his shoulders tensing. "It seems someone tipped off the press, and the vultures were waiting outside."
"It was beyond our control," Steve added more diplomatically, although his voice lacked conviction, as if he, too, knew this excuse would never pass muster under Cassian's scrutiny.
Cassian didn't even blink. He tilted his head slightly, his eyes like cold daggers behind the delicate frame of his wire-thin spectacles. "I would certainly hope so. Because if I suspected this delay was deliberate, I'd waste no time filing suit against you both—personally—and your department. Now, if you would kindly vacate the room, I require privacy with my client. For whatever little time you've left us."
The two men exchanged glances. Steve looked as if he wanted to object but thought better of it. Jerry muttered something under his breath, perhaps not realizing Cassian's hearing was sharper than most.
"And the cuffs," Cassian added before they could step away, gesturing toward the magical restraints around Thane's wrists. "Remove them. They're unnecessary and, frankly, insulting."
Jerry's eye twitched as he pulled out his wand. With an irritated flick and tap, the cuffs vanished in a puff of blue light.
"Better?" he asked sarcastically.
Cassian gave him a measured smile, one that didn't reach his eyes. "Much. Thank you, Officer Gerald. And I must say—I look forward to your testimony during the trial proceedings."
Jerry's face flushed with anger, but before he could deliver a retort, Steve clapped a firm hand on his partner's shoulder. "Just leave it," Steve muttered, steering him out of the room.
The door shut with a loud, deliberate click, sealing them inside.
Cassian released a low breath and settled back into his chair, smoothing his robes as he did so. "Forgive my blunt approach, Lord Fae. But I needed to assess how the less... refined among our opposition might react under pressure."
Thane lowered himself into the seat across from him with an easy grace, his emerald eyes sharp and alert. He extended a hand.
"Cassian Vale. I've read your briefings. The work you did during the Greengrass estate arbitration was particularly insightful."
Cassian shook his hand firmly, offering the smallest nod. "You honor me, Lord Fae. And allow me to formally say—it's a pleasure to finally work with someone who reads case law for sport."
Thane smirked faintly. "I prefer to be prepared. Especially when dealing with snakes who think they can make an example out of me."
"Then we'll make quick work of them," Cassian replied smoothly, flipping open his dossier. "Let's begin with an overview of your case and the defense strategy your fiance shared with me to ensure we are both on the same page. Unless you have other amendments?"
Thane shook his head, "While I may read law, I do not practice it. Thus, I'll trust your expertise."
Cassian's thin lips twitched up in a smile, "Flattery isn't necessary, Lord Fae."
"Unnecessary doesn't mean unappreciated, Mr. Vale, and for a man responsible for my defense, I would like to ensure he understands his efforts are very appreciated," Thane replied wittingly.
Smiling at the banter, Cassian nodded, "As you wish, Lord Fae, now, without further ado, let us begin."
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"ALL RISE!"
The command echoed through the grand chamber of the Ministry courtroom like a thunderclap, bouncing off the high vaulted ceilings and polished stone walls. A hush fell across the room as the gathered crowd stood—robes rustling, chairs scraping lightly across the marble floor—as Minister Cornelius Fudge made his entrance.
Flanked by a pair of senior aides, Fudge strolled in with deliberate slowness, as if savoring every pair of eyes fixed upon him. His chin was raised just slightly too high, his chest puffed out in exaggerated confidence, giving off the air of a man who believed himself both judge and savior of the wizarding world. The plum-colored robes of the Wizengamot shimmered in the candlelight, a sea of color broken only by the presence of the non-member officials clad in subdued charcoal-grey robes, their expressions unreadable but their gazes sharp.
At the center of the chamber sat the infamous enchanted chair—tall-backed, made of heavy blackened wood, and etched with containment runes that pulsed faintly. It was designed to adapt to its prisoner, growing magical restraints in the blink of an eye if necessary. Thane Fae already occupied it, though it hadn't bound him—yet. His expression remained unreadable, regal even, a calm defiance that clashed starkly with the anxiety that clung to the room like smoke.
Fudge ascended the raised dais where the overseeing seat rested—higher than the Wizengamot rows, higher than the defense or prosecution, and especially higher than the accused. It was, by design, a seat that radiated dominance. As he settled into the chair, he allowed himself a slow glance around the room, taking a moment to bask in the power his position afforded him.
The silence stretched a calculated pause meant to emphasize control.
Then, with a tight-lipped smile, Fudge gave a single nod and declared in a clipped official tone:
"You may be seated."
At once, everyone sat, and just like that, the trial had begun with the plaintiff began the proceedings, "Court is officially in session. This is the first Hearing of the Accused Lord Thane Fae, Head and Founder of the Most Noble and Ancient House Fae, who faces charges including interference with an official Auror investigation, dangerous use of magic in the first degree, and endangerment of minors with magic."
Fudge nodded before looking down at Thane with a smug smile, "And how does the defendant plea?"
Thane remained silent. Instead, it was Cassian who stepped up onto the center stage and replied in a firm, steady tone, "Not guilty."
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No one in the courtroom stirred at the formal announcement, the silence as thick as the tension. Minister Fudge allowed himself a small, self-satisfied smirk, clearly pleased that Cassian Vale was following what he assumed would be a predictable script.
"Your argument, Counselor Vale?" Fudge prompted, his tone oozing false civility.
Cassian inclined his head respectfully before stepping forward, his posture immaculate, his voice calm and smooth—yet resonant enough to fill the entire chamber with practiced ease.
"My client, Lord Thane Fae, had no prior knowledge that the Dementors stationed aboard the Hogwarts Express were operating under the authority of the Ministry. As such, he could not have knowingly or willingly interfered with an official investigation or mission," Cassian began, pausing just long enough for his words to settle over the crowd.
He began to pace slowly, methodically, across the open floor before the Wizengamot, every step measured—deliberate. His eyes scanned the assembly, not just the judges and the Minister, but the guests and witnesses lining the public gallery. He studied their expressions, their posture, their whispers. There were truths hidden in reactions. And Cassian Vale made a career out of uncovering truths.
"As for the charge of dangerous use of magic," he continued, "the statute in question clearly applies only to cases in which a witch or wizard casts with gross negligence or clear disregard for the safety of those around them. Lord Fae's actions were the direct result of a perceived threat that—based on witness testimony—terrified the entire student body."
He turned sharply, eyes now locked onto the council.
"Furthermore, the accusation of child endangerment is built on the presumption that underage individuals were exposed to harmful or uncontrolled magic without the means to protect themselves. Yet it is an irrefutable fact that my client's actions actively prevented harm to those very same students. His spellwork, though powerful, was controlled. Precise. Intentional. And executed only after the threat had made itself known."
A flicker of movement among the grey-robed council members caught his eye. A few had begun exchanging notes. Good. That meant the foundation was shifting, even if only slightly.
Cassian's lips curled into the faintest trace of a smile.
After decades of loyal service to House Greengrass, he had stood in courtrooms soaked in schemes—witnessed trials more theater than law, more vendetta than justice. This trial was no different. The stink of politics hung heavy in the air, and Cassian could feel the invisible hands tugging on strings from behind the curtain.
To win, he knew he had to do more than defend his client. He had to unearth the players behind the scenes, and expose the hands manipulating the board. Someone seeking to profit had no doubt thrown their weight against House Fae, and they had done so with calculated timing.
Cassian just needed to identify whose chips were already in the pot—and what cards they were still hiding up their sleeves.
And he intended to do so before the final hand was played.
"Very well Mr. Vale the council had heard your argument and so shall it judge its worth and significance," Fudge replied though there was a certain hint of boredom creeping into his tone, "Call the first witness!"
There was a bang as the heavy doors of the courtroom opened and Auror Jerry Gerald walked dressed in plain but socially acceptable robes.
The man was clearly uncomfortable in the heavy and somber atmosphere, pulling at his collar with frantically darting eyes.
Still, Jerry managed to make it to the witness seat, a chair sat directly in front of Thane with only a couple of feet separating them.
"Witness please state your name and occupation for the court!" Fudge called out with a bombing voice, seemingly displeased with Jerry's demeanor.
"M-my name.." Jerry coughed once to clear his throat, "My name is Jerry Gerland and I'm an Auror with the Department British Ministry of Magical Law Enforcement."
"Counselor you may now question the witness," Fudge intoned with the least amount of enthusiasm possible.
Cassian nodded only showing the bare minimum of respect for the sake of formalities, before setting his gaze on Jerry, "Officer Gerald, can you confirm your involvement and relationship with this case?"
"Y-yes I was the uh...handler in charge of overseeing the dementor task force sent to search the Hogwarts Express for contraband," Jerry replied stumbling over his phrasing in the beginning before finding his voice.
"You were also the arresting officer correct?" Cassian quickly added on making Jerry freeze for a moment before nodding stiffly, "Yes after I arrived on the scene I-"
"I only require a yes or no answer for this particular question Officer Gerald I will ask you about the series of events when or if I ask for them." Cassian quickly interrupted showing that he would have absolute control of the questioning.
Jerry glared at the lawyer but said nothing and after a moment Cassian nodded moving on, "Now you said you were the Handler for the dementor task force...I assume this means you had some authoritative control over their actions?"
"Yes," Jerry replied bluntly not giving Cassian any further opportunities to verbally berate him
"Good, then please tell the council what procedure you employed when initiating the search for contraband aboard the Hogwarts Express?" Cassian asked.
Jerry exhaled through his nose before answering, "Once the train came to a stop I authorized the dementors to close around the train before I gave them the command to search the train carts."
"So to clarify you established a perimeter before initiating the search," Cassian specified which Jerry answered with a curt, "Yes."
Cassian frowned suddenly as if deeply perturbed by something, "I'm sorry I'm having trouble picturing the scene. Can you tell us how wide of a perimeter you established around the train?"
Jerry opened his mouth and then froze, "I-I...I'm not completely certain, but no more than a couple of meters."
"A couple of meters?" Cassian repeated doubtfully, "How many is a couple."
Jerry adjusted himself in his seat as Cassian turned on the pressure, "Within ten meters."
Cassian slim eyebrows rose, "And was this range by design or circumstance."
"Pardon?" Jerry growled out now openly glaring at the lawyer.
"Let me rephrase," Cassian acquiesced, "Were you able to directly order the dementors to form a perimeter within a ten-meter range or did they just happen to interpret your order and by chance for a perimeter within ten meters."
Jerry was silent for a moment and didn't seem intent on replying until Fudge spoke up, "Answer the question Officer."
"By circumstance," Jerry muttered and Cassian frowned, "Well then you at least are able to recall the specific number of dementors to search the train while the rest maintained a secure retainment of the search?"
Once more Jerry stalled before speaking, "I can't say I remember the exact number."
Cassian nodded as if he expected such an answer, "So for this procedure, that you were entrusted with you gave loose instructions to Dark Creatures when they would be inspecting a train full of children who are legally declared vulnerable. If that doesn't sound like endangerment I don't know what does."
"That isn't-"Jerry started but Cassin cut him off, "No further questions at this time, I now turn the witness over to the council."
Fudge grumbled, "Very well Counselor, the council may now question the first witness."