The Ministry of Magic was as magnificent as he had always remembered. The ground was polished and the dark wooden floor was bright and visible. The ceiling was peacock blue, inlaid with shiny golden symbols, and its activities changed constantly, as if it were Like a huge bulletin board.

The walls on all sides are inlaid with black and shiny dark wooden boards. Many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden boards. Every few seconds, a wizard emerges from a certain fireplace on the right, and in front of the fireplace on the right, There were people waiting in line to leave.

In the middle of the hall is a fountain.

A group of golden statues stand in the middle of a round water pool, which is bigger than a real person. The tallest is a noble wizard. He held his wand high and pointed at the sky, and surrounded him was a beautiful witch, a horseman, a fairy and a house elf.

It looks very interesting.

Hundreds of wizards appeared from all directions, with lifeless expressions on their faces, as if Harry had seen them on the faces of the Muggle staff.

Mr. Weasley led Harry away from the crowd of Ministry staff walking towards the golden gate, and stopped in front of a table with security checks.

Here sits a wizard with a peacock blue robe and a shaved beard. When Harry and the others approached, the wizard raised his head and put down the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"I brought a guest."

Mr. Weasley pointed at Harry.

The wizard slouchedly shone Harry in front of him, then raised a long golden rod and swept it across Harry's chest and back from top to bottom.

"Wand."

Harry handed the wand over, checked it, and took it back. The wizard wanted to see him again after checking, but before he had time, Harry had been taken away by Mr. Weasley.

They entered the elevator, and as the elevator ascended, they saw all kinds of wizards, as well as paper planes with swooshing aircraft elevators.

"That's a note for passing messages between departments."

Mr. Weasley said, and then he thought of what Jon said that day. If you can use electronic devices to transmit messages, you shouldn't need this kind of paper.

He shook his head and cleared these things out of his mind.

The elevator stopped on the second floor. Here is the Magic Law Enforcement Department, including the Office of Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, the Auror Command and the Wisengama Management Agency.

This is their destination.

They walked out of the elevator, then came to the corridor, and after walking for a while they saw Kingsley.

After a quiet exchange with Kingsley, Mr. Weasley took Harry to his office again.

Before they said a few words, they got a new message from an old wizard.

Harry's trial time was changed. It was changed to eight o'clock. They rushed out of the office eagerly, then quickly flashed into the elevator and rushed all the way to the ground.

Mr. Weasley couldn't enter the courtroom with Harry, and Harry had to do it himself.

He took a breath, unscrewed the doorknob, and walked in.

He is familiar with this place.

The walls for 4 weeks are made of black stones. The light from the torches is gloomy and gloomy. On both sides of it are rows of empty benches tightened one by one, and his front is on the highest benches. Many dark figures were whispering there.

Jon was sitting in it.

But no one noticed him. The place where he was sitting was relatively remote, and he hid his figure in order to keep it secret. He just chose a place where there was no one at random and sat down.

He shouldn't have been here today.

But there’s nothing to do anyway, so just come and have a look. After all, Dumbledore is going to be here today. He originally planned to take a moment to talk with Dumbledore. thing.

And the angle of the position he chose was not bad, and he could see Harry's nervous expression.

"You knew already."

In the gloom, a voice said.

"Sorry," Harry said nervously, "I don't know the time has changed."

"It's not Wiesengama’s fault," the voice said, "I sent an owl to inform you this morning.

Sit down. "

Harry came near the chair in the middle of the room, then walked over and sat on it cautiously.

He looked up and saw that there were probably more than fifty people on the bench, all wearing purple-red robes, some with very severe expressions.

Some people are very curious.

In the middle of the bench in the front row sat his familiar face, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, but it seemed to be fatter than before.

On the left side of Fudge sits a witch with a wide body and a square chin, wearing a pair of monocles, and another witch sitting on the right, but she is a bit leaning back, so she is shrouded in shadow.

The trial is announced ~lightnovelpub.net~The trial on August 12," Fudge said in a loud voice: "The trial home is Harry James Potter, who lives at No. 4 Privet Road, Little Huijin District, Surrey. Violation of the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act" and the "International Secrecy Act." "

"Interrogator: Minister of Magic Connelly Oswald Fudge; Director of Magic Law Enforcement Division Amelia Susan Bones; Senior Deputy Minister Dolores Jan Umbridge , Trial Recorder: Percy Ignatius Weasley—"

"Defendant Witness: Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore."

Behind Harry, Dumbledore came over calmly. The expression on his face was very calm, and he came to a position parallel to Harry. From Jon's angle, his long beard and hair were in the torch. Shining under the shining light.

I have to say that such Dumbledore is very majestic.

As for the jury not far from Jon, more than half of them welcomed Dumbledore, while the rest expressed fear and irritation.

Because of Dumbledore's appearance, Fudge seemed very flustered. This kind of self-confidence made Jon even more contemptuous of him. The mud couldn't support the wall, maybe it was him.

Jon already knew what a ridiculous trial, because the judge had his own thoughts, but it was boring after all, so he chose to watch it. In fact, he didn't approve of Dumbledore using this way to face Fudge. Obviously There is a simpler way, but Dumbledore just didn't want to use it. It was just Fudge, and he didn't even have the qualifications to enter their plan.

But Dumbledore was leaving soon, as long as he was happy, there was nothing wrong with it.

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