Chapter 681
Ministry of Magic is as magnificent as he had always remembered. The ground is polished and the dark wood floor is glaring. The ceiling is peacock blue and inlaid with shiny golden The symbols are constantly changing, just 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. In front of the fireplace on the right, there are people waiting 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 daoist. The tallest is a noble wizard. He holds the wand high and points directly at the sky. Surrounding him is a beautiful witch, a Centaur, a Goblin and a house elf.
It looks very interesting.
Hundreds of wizards appeared from all directions Disapparation, 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 of Magic staff walking towards the golden gate, and stopped in front of a desk with a security check.
Here sat a wizard wearing a peacock blue robe with a very 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 to Harry.
The wizard slouchedly photographed Harry in front of him, then lifted a long golden rod and swept it across Harry's chest and back from top to bottom.
"wand."
Harry handed over the wand, checked it and took it back again. The wizard wanted to see him again after checking, but he hadn’t In time, Harry was taken away by Mr. Weasley.
They entered the elevator, and as the elevator went up, they saw all kinds of wizards, and paper planes with whiz whiz whiz 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 For news, this kind of note shouldn't be needed.
He shook his head and cleared these things out of his mind.
The elevator stopped at the Second Layer, here is the magic Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the prohibition of misuse of the magic office, the Auror command and the Wizengamot 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 can't enter the courtroom with Harry. Harry can only do this.
He sucked in a cold 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 of torch is gloomy and gray. On both sides of it are rows of empty benches tightened up and down, and his front is at the highest. On a few benches, there appeared many dark silhouettes whispering.
Jon is sitting there.
But no one found him. He sat in a relatively remote position, and in order to keep it secret, he hid his figure, but chose a place where there was no one at random and sat down.
He shouldn't be 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 some time to talk with Dumbledore. Look at this.
And the angle of the position he chose was not bad, and Harry's nervous expression could be seen.
"You know."
In the dimness, a voice said.
"Sorry," Harry said nervously, "I don't know the time has changed."
"It's not Wizengamot's fault," the voice said, "We sent one this morning. Owl has gone to inform you.
Sit down."
Harry came to the chair in the middle of the room, then walked over, and sat on it cautiously.
He raised his head and glanced. There are probably more than fifty people on the bench, all wearing purple-red robes, and some of them have very stern expressions.
Some people are very obviously curious.
In the middle of the bench in the front row sat his familiar face, Ministry 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 on the right, but she is a bit leaning back, so she is shrouded in shadow middle.
The trial has begun.
"August 12th trial," Fudge said in a loud voice: "Harry James Potter, who lives at No. 4 Privet Road, Little Huijin District, Surrey, violated The case of the “wizard’s reasonable restraint law” and the “International Confidentiality Law”."
"Interrogator: Ministry of Magic Cornelius · Oswald · Fudge; Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia · Su Shan·Bones; high level Vice-section Head Dolores·Jan·Umbridge, Court Scribe: Percy·Ignatius·Weasley ——"
"Defendant Witness: Albus·Percival·Wulfric·Bu Ryan Dumbledore."
Behind Harry, Dumbledore walked over calmly. The expression on his face was very calm, and he came to a position parallel to Harry. From Jon's perspective, he The long beard and hair gleamed under the torch.
I have to say that such Dumbledore is very majestic.
More than half of the jury not far from Jon welcomed Dumbledore, while the rest expressed fear and irritation.
Because of Dumbledore's appearance, Fudge looked 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 careful thinking, but it was boring after all, so he chose to watch it. In fact, he didn’t approve of Dumbledore’s use of this method. For Fudge, there was an easier way, but Dumbledore didn't want to use it. It was just Fudge, and he didn't even have the qualifications to enter their plan.
But Dumbledore is about to leave, as long as he is happy, there is nothing wrong.