Oblivious to Harry's internal rant, Minister Fudge continued on "Court Scribe Percival Ignatius Weasley…"
On and on the list of names went, with Harry fairly certain that there had been a " half-sister to the lady who cleans the canteen on a Thursday afternoon " in there somewhere, but nowhere was there a mention of someone who might be on Harry's side. He was fairly certain he was entitled to a solicitor or something like that to speak in his defence here. Come to think of it, where was Dumbledore? Harry was certain that in amongst that man's many titles there was a 'Chief Something to the Wizengamot.' So where was he now, because from the sounds of it every member of the Wizengamot was present, along with every member of their respective families.
And the neighbour's dog!
Finally the long and boring list of names and pointless titles was ended and Fudge got on with the actual proceedings "So, we all know the charges," Harry wasn't entirely sure anymore but wasn't about to interrupt again; he was bored enough already. Fudge continued to tell them all anyway "The accused did knowingly, deliberately and in full awareness of the illegality of his actions, having received a previous warning from the Ministry of Magic, produce a Patronus Charm in a Muggle-inhabited area, in the presence of a Muggle, on the second of August at twenty-three minutes past nine in the evening, which constitutes an offence under Paragraph C of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, and also under Section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy, 1692."
Fudge looked up from the sheet of parchment before him, from which he had read the charges, and turned his gaze upon Harry.
"You are Harry James Potter of Number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey?"
"Yes." Harry said.
"You received an official warning from the Ministry for using illegal magic three years ago, did you not?"
"Yes, but-"
"And yet you conjured a Patronus on the night of the second of August?"
"Yes," replied Harry "but-"
"Knowing that you are not permitted to use magic outside of school while you are under the age of seventeen?"
"Yes, but-"
"Knowing that you were in an area filled with Muggles?"
"Yes, but-"
"Fully aware that you were in close proximity to a Muggle at the time?"
" Yes, " said Harry angrily "but I only used it because we were-"
It was Madam Bones who cut across him this time "You produced a fully-fledged Patronus?"
"Yes," said Harry "because-"
"A corporeal Patronus?"
"A - what?" asked Harry.
"Your patronus had a clearly defined form? Was it more than mere vapour?"
"Yes, it's a stag. Always a stag." replied Harry who, quite frankly, was getting fed up with this questioning. They weren't letting him answer the key question of why he cast the Patronus in the first place.
"Always?" asked Madam Bones "You've produced a Patronus before now?"
"Yes," replied Harry "I've had to do it before."
"Had to?"
"Yes," said Harry "I thought that the Ministry was aware of that."
"And why would we be?" asked Madam Bones.
"Well in my third year, the Ministry of Magic ordered that a group of Dementors be stationed around the school for the safety of the students. After one attacked me on the Hogwarts Express and a whole lot of them attacked my in the middle of a Quidditch match, causing me to fall from a height of over a hundred feet, the Defence Professor volunteered his time to teach me."