harry potter book of crimes

"Department of Mysteries."

The female voice on the newspaper floor was still as cold as before, and for some reason, she didn't introduce the specific departments on this floor, as if there was no need for any introduction at all.

Neither Mr. Weasley nor Harry was in a hurry. They let the wizard named "Balder" standing at the elevator door go out first, and then looked at each other.

Harry nodded silently towards Mr. Weasley, with a hint of surprise in his eyes - perhaps even Maka could not have imagined that such a good opportunity would arise in this mission!

The corridor outside the elevator is completely different from the corridors above. The black brick walls on both sides are empty, with no doors, no windows, nothing.

Harry slightly looked over the shoulder of "Mr. Bird" and glanced at the corridor in front, only to find that there was only a simple black door at the end.

Mr. Weasley and Harry followed each other, walking forward pretending to be natural. Harry felt his breathing became slightly faster.

Since luck had given him such a good opportunity, of course he wouldn't want to miss it - Harry started to get nervous.

Among the list that Maka asked him to memorize, there was the name of "Mr. Bode"!

That's right, Broderick Bird, one of the staff of the Department of Mysteries. Mr. Weasley has identified him, and he's ready to take action.

But……

"Is the other party a wizard loyal to the Ministry of Magic? Or is he already a member of Voldemort? Will the other party be wary of the surrounding situation? He will definitely be wary!"

Harry kept thinking and thinking as he walked, and before he knew it, he had walked halfway through the corridor.

"No, you have to do it as soon as possible, otherwise you will miss this opportunity!"

Harry stared at the other person's thin back, took two quick steps, and at the same time put his hand into his sleeve, and was about to throw something onto the other person's back.

But at this moment, Bode suddenly turned around!

Harry was so frightened that his heart stopped. He put one hand in his sleeve and his expression became extremely stiff.

"Arthur," Bode stared at Harry as he walked forward, "Who is this?"

"Harry Potter, I think you know."

Mr. Weasley actually felt a little frightened just now, but compared to Harry, who was usually a little cheerful, he seemed much calmer and steady at the moment.

"Oh -" Bode still stared at Harry unblinkingly, and said quietly, "Yes, of course."

Harry kept forcing himself to calm down in his mind. His hand was still stretched out in his sleeve, but if he took it out now, it would look very abrupt.

Therefore, although this movement was unnatural, Harry still kept the movement of rolling up his sleeves and walked forward.

Bode didn't stop taking a step since just now. He stared at Harry for a while, and then turned his head straight ahead again.

"call--"

Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief, but the next moment, when he found that they had reached the end of the corridor, he became anxious again.

Three more steps...two steps...one step...

Bode stood in front of the black door at the end of the corridor, but seemed to have no intention of opening it - he turned around again, waiting for Harry and Mr. Weasley to pass first.

There is a gap on the left hand side at the end of the corridor, where there is a staircase leading to a deeper level.

The other party is watching. Is there no chance? I wish I had known this and not hesitated at the beginning!

Harry silently endured the regret in his heart, followed Mr. Weasley, turned to the left, and continued going down.

"Such a great opportunity..."

Harry couldn't help but look back at the top of the steps, and then his eyes lit up - Bode had opened the door! He was going in!

Although he could only see half of the opponent's body due to the steps, what he was about to throw wasn't something that needed to be thrown very accurately, was it?

Maybe the action of taking out something and throwing it out has been rehearsed countless times in my mind, or maybe it's because I really don't want to miss this God-given moment...

Almost as a reflex, Harry pulled out the hand in his sleeve and threw a small object up the steps with a flick of his hand.

A very small black shadow drew an arc in mid-air and landed on the floor a foot away from Bode with extremely poor accuracy!

No sound was made, and Bode did not respond. However, he had already walked into the door and was about to close it...

At this moment, the inconspicuous black spot on the ground moved on its own, and at the last moment when the black door was about to close, it got into the crack of the door.

"boom."

The black door is closed. Is the mission completed? It should be considered completed, right?

"Not bad." Mr. Weasley patted Harry's shoulder lightly, and then urged, "Don't be in a daze, the next thing is the reason for your coming this time, don't relax! Well...but don't be too

Nervous...moderate, moderate!"

Harry nodded quickly, glanced at the closed black door again, and then followed Mr. Weasley to continue walking downstairs.

They went down to the bottom of the stairs and walked forward along a corridor. This corridor was exactly the same as the corridors leading to Snape's underground classroom at Hogwarts: rough stone walls, with brackets holding torches.

There is also a gloomy atmosphere.

Harry discovered that the doors they passed were all heavy wooden doors with strong iron bolts and small keyholes.

"Judgment Room Ten... I think we're almost there, yes!"

In front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock, Mr. Weasley stopped and looked at Harry, who was following behind.

"Go ahead," he said, shaking his head toward the door, "go in!"

"Aren't you coming together?" Harry said, stunned for a moment.

"Oh, no, I'm afraid I can't..." Mr. Weasley shrugged helplessly, "Sorry... remember to answer questions calmly, and good luck to you!"

Harry felt that his heart was working extra hard today. How many times had it jumped into his throat?

He swallowed hard, stretched out his hand with a tense face, turned the heavy and cold iron handle on the door, and walked stiffly into the courtroom.

The walls around the courtroom are made of black stones. Unlike the black bricks on the upper floor, the stones here look large and rough, and they are not reflective at all.

Those strange black stones seemed to swallow up the light, making the light from the torch appear even darker and more eerie.

Harry walked a few steps inside and found that he had reached a stone platform.

On both sides of him, there were rows of stepped seats that ascended step by step; and directly in front of him, on the highest row of seats, many vague figures suddenly appeared.

They had been whispering since just now, and when the heavy door closed behind Harry, an ominous atmosphere fell.

Just when Harry was stunned, a cold man's voice echoed in the courtroom.

"Have you been notified of changes to the review time and location?"

"……Yes."

Harry didn't notice who was speaking for a moment. He looked around and answered subconsciously.

There was another breathless silence, and Harry understood that the reason why the other party made the emergency change was to give him a blow. This was Maka's guess, but it was obviously very reasonable.

"Sit down!" The cold male voice suddenly said again.

Harry lowered his gaze and looked at the chair in the center of the stone platform. On the armrests of the chair were chains on the left and right.

He tried to force himself to calm down, but the surrounding atmosphere and the inexplicable pressure radiating from this stone platform made him breathless, which made it impossible for him to stay calm.

Harry walked across the stone floor, making a loud, mixed echo.

He carefully sat on the edge of the chair, and the chain on the armrest jingled and vibrated. The unknown aura was extremely sinister, as if it contained special magic.

Those chains seemed to just vibrate, but they still didn't tie him up after all.

But even so, Harry still felt dizzy and nauseous. He looked up at the people sitting on the bench above and felt that his field of vision had become narrower.

"Has Maka ever sat on this before?" Harry suddenly thought, "Given his strength and the crime at that time, these terrible chains will definitely tie him up without hesitation? It's really unimaginable...

…”

When he raised his head, he could see about fifty people. They were all wearing purple robes, with a silver "w" embroidered on their left chest.

They all looked at him with lowered eyebrows, some with stern expressions, while others did not hide their curiosity at all - even Harry could see that those people must be divided into several factions.

In the middle of the row of benches in front, sat a man Harry didn't recognize. The man had long hair slicked back and a goatee, and looked extremely serious and serious.

To his left sat a witch with a square chin and a broad build. He had short gray hair and wore a pair of highly reflective glasses. The expression on his face was eerie.

There was another wizard sitting on his right, and because she was sitting a little too far back, her entire face was shrouded in shadow, making it impossible for Harry to see clearly.

"Okay," said the middle-aged male wizard in the middle, "the defendant is here, let's get started-"

As he spoke, he shouted to the wizard in the seat furthest away: "Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir." A voice familiar to Harry said urgently.

That's Ron's brother Percy Weasley!

He was sitting at the edge of the front seat. Harry looked at Percy, thinking that he would at least show an expression of recognition, but there was no expression on his face.

Percy's pupils hidden behind his horn-rimmed glasses were focused on the parchment on the table, with a quill in his hand ready to write.

Harry thought of the conversation he had on the day he first arrived at the Black Mansion - Percy seemed to have really betrayed everyone!