"Don't bother you, and also, I rushed into the toilet by Dalis, go find it yourself." Ye Ting picked up his dragon skin pouch from the ground, stuffed the sun wheel and bells into it, and moved towards The direction of the elevator went past.

In front of the elevator, he waved Prout's wand slightly, and the completely burned elevator was restored to its original state. Then, he pointed at several places, and the elevator was immediately ready for use.

Prout was going to be silly. He didn't understand why an elevator that was burned to this kind could be restored to its original shape. Sure enough, the true genius is omnipotent.

He stared at Ye Ting's disappearing figure blankly, and didn't even notice that his wand was thrown under his feet.

What happened today is something he will never forget.

Ye Ting walked into the elevator and pressed the button on the ninth floor.

The elevator can't go down that deep, it can only reach the ninth floor at most, and the courtroom on the tenth floor must be reached on foot.

The elevator door slammed shut, and the elevator began to descend. After a while, the friction of the descending finally stopped, and a cold female voice sounded in the elevator: "Department of Mystery Affairs."

The elevator door snapped open again, and Ye Ting walked out of the elevator and came to a corridor.

This corridor is completely different from the corridors above. The walls are empty, with no doors or windows, but at the end of the corridor there is a simple black door, that is, the Department of Mysteries.

The Department of Mysteries is the department of the Ministry of Magic that conducts secret research on specific puzzles, including death, time, space, thought, and love, and stores and keeps records of prophecies. Most of its business is completely kept secret from ordinary wizards. However, the main business of this department seems more like what scientists do, that is, revealing the sources and rules governing the operation of magic.

Ye Ting took a deep look at Heimen, and he swears that all the information here will belong to him one day.

But it is not the time yet. Sooner or later, he will be able to fully grasp the Ministry of Magic, and then—

Whether he can control the Ministry of Magic depends on his next performance.

His goal is to the left of the corridor, where there is a gap leading to a staircase that can go down to the tenth floor.

Go down to the bottom of the stairs, and down a corridor, which is exactly the same as the corridors of Hogwarts that lead to Snape's underground classroom: rough stone walls with a torch in the bracket. The doors they passed here were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes embedded in them.

And at the end of the corridor, there is a gloomy black door with a big iron lock.

This is the tenth courtroom of Wiesengamao.

Wizengamo is the highest court in the wizarding world. His members are similar to the parliamentarians in the wizards and the jury in the court, and they have great powers.

Ye Ting looked at the majestic door in front of him and smiled coldly. The real destination has finally arrived. These people behind the door are his goals in coming to the Ministry of Magic. Gewarts brought it to the Ministry of Magic and gave the Aurors a severe lesson in the hall. Isn't it just for the present?

However, before that, he was going to give these Wisengama members and the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic a disarm.

He stepped back two steps, his legs tight.

The next moment, diamond-like dragon scales grew on his legs, and sharp claws were stretched out, but his upper body was still the same.

This is his new technique, a part of Animagus, which, if applied properly, can have the power of both human and dragon at the same time.

The right leg, which had the dragon's power bonus, slammed, and only heard a loud sound of "Boom--", the iron gate was kicked into a recess under the huge force, and the shafts on both sides broke one after another.

Immediately afterwards, the door crashed to the ground.

A huge noise reverberated endlessly in the dark corridor, and Ye Ting stepped on the iron door into the courtroom in such a sound.

The walls around the courtroom were made of black stones, and the light from the torches was dim and gloomy. On both sides of him are rows of empty benches that gradually rise, and in front of him, on the highest benches, there are many dark figures suddenly appearing.

In this gloomy and dark atmosphere, the average person on trial will have a lot of psychological pressure.

At this moment, these figures looked in the direction of the door neatly and uniformly.

Ye Ting stepped on the door, looked at these people above him, and smiled contemptuously.

"Sorry, the quality of this door is a bit poor, and it collapses with a touch."

Everyone was stunned, all the whispers stopped, and Ye Ting's dismissal of the horse really scared them.

But this is not over yet.

The next moment, I just listened to a snap of a finger.

On all the torches, the dim flames disappeared, replaced by golden-yellow sun-like flames, and the dazzling light instantly dissipated the haze of the courtroom.

No one can hide in the dark anymore, and everyone in the courtroom has an immediate view.

Hundreds of people sat on the surrounding benches. They were dressed in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on their left chest. They all looked down at him, some with stern expressions, while others made no secret of their curiosity.

In the middle of the row of benches in front, sits the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge. To his left sat a witch with a wide stature and a square chin, with short gray hair, wearing a pair of monocles, and a daunting expression on her face. The position on Fudge's right is empty, but from the nameplate in front of the seat, it can be seen that this position belongs to Dolores Umbridge, Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic.

At this moment, the pink toad should stay in Saint Mungo.

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Ye Ting's behavior left a deep impression on everyone present.

Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was furious. He shot the case and yelled at Ye Ting: "Ting Ye! What are you doing? You know, this is Wisengamao. You are here to stand trial. of."

"Really?" Ye Ting nodded indifferently, ignored his words, and asked instead: "Then, where is my seat."

Before Fudge could speak, Dumbledore on the other side spoke: "Your seat is in the middle. Sit down, kid."

Dumbledore was the chief magician of Wiesengarmore, and in this scene, he was able to speak at will.

Ye Ting looked at the center of the courtroom. It was a high-backed iron chair with iron chains on the left and right. These chains can suddenly jump up and bind the person sitting in the middle firmly.

"Oh, this chair is really crude." Ye Ting mumbled in a voice that everyone can hear.

Then he snapped his fingers again.

In the next moment, this iron chair also changed its appearance, turning into a luxurious boss chair with black leather, solid wood armrests and rotatable.

Ye Ting sat down, sinking his body deeply into the soft backrest, raising his legs, and then pulling the armrest, the backrest immediately fell back, so that his sitting posture was about to lie down.

The wizards of Wiesengamau were dumbfounded by Ye Ting's actions. He didn't look like a prisoner coming for trial at all, but like a leader who came to review.

Ye Ting leaned against the boss chair, with one elbow resting on the armrest to prop his head. He turned his seat and asked himself to look around the courtroom for a week.

After thinking for a few seconds, Ye Ting spoke again.

"I think the layout here is too crude, without any taste."

Just listening to the snap of a finger, the entire courtroom immediately took on a new look.

Thick ribbons made of holly and mistletoe are hung on the walls of the courtroom, and the ceiling is also covered with icicles that never melt. There are Christmas trees in the corners, and the trees are decorated with all kinds of Knick-knacks, from shiny holly fruits to live golden owls that keep chirping. The top of the tree is shining with golden stars, and under the tree are gift boxes after another.

The most exaggerated thing is that there is a warm little snow from the ceiling, and the whole courtroom is filled with the atmosphere of Christmas.

The wizards present were completely dumbfounded. They neither dare to believe that someone would dare to do this kind of thing in the Wizengamore courtroom, nor can they believe that someone's summoning technique (a branch of transformation art) could be so powerful. To the point, I couldn't speak for a while.

Who knows, Dumbledore, who was sitting among them, reminded me as if he was amused: "Great decoration, which reminds me of the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts, but in this way, our clothes don’t fit well. The atmosphere."