"You are only partially right," Longrim corrected him looking as grim as his name. "It stated that in return for the neutrality of witches and wizards, in the civil war between himself and Empress Maud, that he would set aside certain areas as wholly magical territory that we would govern and rule over, but only so long as we kept the muggle world safe from our kind and alerted the muggle government which was declared in the Compact to be the Monarch or their chosen Deputy to any potential dangers so they could get their people out of the way. You failed to alert the muggle government. I know for a fact through my sources in the muggle government that neither Queen Elizabeth or Prime Minister Tony Blair who would've been considered her Deputy according to the Compact were notified by the Ministry of Magic as to the threat the Dark Lord posed to the muggle world… even after you finally admitted he was back. You as Minister broke the magically binding contract youswore to uphold."
Fudge's face went ash white as he realised what Lord Longrim was implying. If the Queen of muggle Britain or the Prime Minister became aware that the Compact had been broken, then they could demand all the areas that now belonged to magical citizens be returned to them and the Ministry would have no choice but to comply. He would be lucky if he could make it out of Britain alive and he would definitely have a price on his head.
Finally he asked, "Do they know about the Compact? And that it's been breached?"
"Don't you mean broken, Fudge?" Longrim countered icily. "It is unknown if the current muggle Monarch or Prime Minister are aware of the Compact or the fact that it has been broken. Blair and the Queen certainly know about the magical world since up until you took office, they had regular briefings from the Minister of Magic."
"But that was during the war with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." Fudge protested. "They needed to know then. Once he was gone there was no need for them to be apprised of the goings on in the magical world."
"During the reign of the muggle Queen, Victoria, the Minister of Magic provided the Queen with regular briefings on the state of magical Britain." Altren told him. "The Queen wished to be kept apprised of every corner of her kingdom, even those parts she would never see. The Minister of Magic at that time agreed with her reasoning and in turn had asked that information on the state of muggle Britain be provided to the Ministry of Magic as well. The exchange of information was so useful it was maintained through your predecessor's term in office, at least it was until he turned the task over to you since he was trying to deal with the situation the Dark Lord was creating."
After a moment's pause where every one could see he was trying to get himself back under control, Altren continued. "Thanks to your arrogance not to mention your wilful blindness we have no way of knowing what the muggle world is now capable of doing to us. We have lost the opportunity to learn about and possibly stop any potential threats to the magical world."
The silencing ward went up again, but came back down fairly quickly.
"It has been decided by unanimous vote, that the Queen and Prime Minister must be notified of the breach in the Compact." Dantes stated. "If the people of magical Britain are lucky they will not wish to declare the Compact null and void. We the Lords of the High Council have decided to let them decide your fate, Fudge, regarding the breaching of the Compact. If you are lucky, they may let us impose sentence on you, if not, and they wish to impose their own, your magic will be bound before you are turned over to them. Once this hearing is over, you will be held at Azkaban until they decide. Now there are two more charges to get through, before this hearing is over."
Fudge stared at them aghast. They were going to turn him over to muggle justice?
Everyone stared in astonishment as Fudge's eyes rolled up in his head and he fainted with only a squeak of sound like a mouse that had been accidentally stepped on.
The ones closest to Fudge and the High Councillors heard Dantes say aloud, "Drama Queen", before he gestured with his wand, causing a bucket to appear and dump a large amount of icy cold water on the Minister.
Fudge sputtered awake and then jumped as a harsh voice ordered. "Get back in your seat Fudge. We don't have time for your theatrics. I for one would like to conclude this matter today… if that is possible."
Fudge reluctantly returned to the chair he had fallen out of.
"Madame Bones, you may continue," Dantes told her.
"Since the Court has concluded that Umbridge was in no way qualified to teach children, let alone teach a class as important as Defence Against the Dark Arts, what made you think she was qualified to, Fudge?" Madame Bones had given up trying to get Fudge off. He'd already been found guilty on too many charges. She was just trying to mitigate the circumstances now.