As he spoke, Fudge raised his hand first.

Umbridge raised her hands at the same time.

Then came the large block of Wizengamot Senators.

Fudge briefly counted the number of people, and then said with a smile:

"It seems that there is no need for the next round of voting! Then I now declare that the defendant Michael Townley is guilty! He is sentenced to a total of 844 years in prison, and the place of sentence is Azkaban!"

"Peng——"

The hammer fell.

All the dust has settled.

Fudge did not waste any time. He hurriedly ordered Umbridge to deal with the reporters and then rushed to the Auror headquarters, taking the Aurors who had already assembled to Gringotts.

In the interrogation room, a team of Aurors also escorted Michael to the Department of Magical Transportation under the watchful eyes of Wizengamot councilors.

It wasn't until Michael was stuffed into the special prisoner carriage that the Auror's expression darkened.

"Damn it! Didn't we originally agree that two other teams and twenty Aurors would come to support us and escort us? Why is our team the only one now? We have done all the dirty work!"

an Auror complained.

Several other Aurors also echoed.

"Get in the car quickly!" an older Auror mounted his broomstick and said, "Don't talk nonsense, just obey the order!"

The Aurors all muttered for a while, then they got on their broomsticks or got into the driver's seat of the carriage and escorted the carriage out of the Ministry of Magic.

And at the same time.

In a woodland outside London.
Chapter completed!