hogwarts blast

Chapter 503 The Judgment of the Vinegar King

Since he had nothing to do, Kyle sat down at the director's desk and began to read the documents on the desk out of boredom.

Now his mentality is the same as that of a person who didn’t have a mobile phone to play with when he was squatting in a pit, and was bored and looked for words to read everywhere.

Coincidentally, the information on the top layer of the table was about Harry's trial today for violating the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards" and the "International Federation of Magician's Statute of Secrecy".

Out of curiosity, Kyle picked it up.

But before he could see much, his... no, it should be Amelia, the director's office door, was knocked again.

Uh, why did he say "again"?

"Come in." The magic covering his vocal cords helped Kyle perfectly disguise the director's original voice.

I saw Percy, the traitor who came to Wes' house, walk in.

"Ms. Bones," Percy respectfully handed a document to Kyle, "Mr. Fudge said that Harry's trial will be held at eight o'clock."

Kyle turned his head and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already seven thirty-five.

Looking back at Percy, Kyle noticed that he was hesitant to speak and couldn't help but frown in disgust.

"What else did Fudge ask you to tell me?" he asked impatiently.

Percy hesitated, "The location will be changed from your office to the Tenth Courtroom, and it will be tried by the Wizengamot Tribunal."

Kyle snorted coldly, "Connelly is really getting better and better, and he can even do such off-the-books tricks as changing the time and place of the trial."

Not only does it look petty, but it's also such a reckless and reckless trick that only Fudge can do it.

The Third Dark Lord, who had a very low moral bottom line, did not even bother to do such a low-priced thing.

When Percy heard someone scolding his master, he immediately became unhappy.

"Ma'am, this is just a normal time change." But his voice seemed particularly unconfident.

Kyle's voice was filled with coldness, "You go back and tell Fudge that the location of Harry Potter's trial will remain unchanged and will still be held in my office."

"Ma'am, but Minister Fudge..."

Percy also tried to use the name of the minister to force Bones to comply with Fudge's decision to change the venue of the trial.

But what he didn't know was that the Amelia Bones in front of him was actually the third generation Dark Lord.

When had Kyle ever been afraid of Fudge?

He had wanted to kill Fudge for a long, long time. If it hadn't been for Dumbledore's pressure, Fudge would have rotted and stinked in a stinking ditch.

Even if the person standing in front of Percy is not Bones, the Dark Lord, but Bones himself, she will not be afraid of Fudge's ministerial title.

Kyle let out a harsh sneer, "When did the Ministry of Magic use formal criminal courts to try even a trivial matter of minors using magic?"

Percy's face turned the color of liver.

He wanted to open his mouth to defend Fudge's actions, but what Ms. Bones said made sense, and every word hit the point.

He really couldn't think of any reason to defend Fudge.

Percy could only lower his head silently, turned around and left Amelia Bones' office.

Percy took a deep breath before closing the office door.

"Ma'am, whether you support the Minister's decision or not, the time and place of Harry Potter's trial will be changed according to the Minister's wishes."

After that, he bowed slightly, closed the office door and left before Kyle could speak.

Kyle resisted the urge to chase Percy and give him an Avatar.

He reached out and rang a bell fixed on the corner of the desk, and a crisp bell rang.

A moment later, an employee of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement knocked gently on the door, and after receiving permission, he opened the door and walked into the office.

"Ms. Bones, what are your orders?"

Kyle looked down at the trial materials about Harry in his hand and spoke without raising his head:

"You go to the elevator in the main hall and wait. If you see Harry Potter, bring him and his defender to my office. Do you understand?"

"Understood, ma'am." The employee respectfully withdrew.

…

At the same time, two figures appeared in the fireplace in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Snape, who was dressed in a black robe that would never change forever, stepped out of the Floo Network fireplace with his weak, pitiful and helpless savior classmate.

Harry had an uneasy look on his face.

As they got closer and closer to the location of the trial, Harry felt as if his internal organs were being thrown into a washing machine, spinning and stirring crazily.

When he thought that the trial would not start until nine in the morning, he would have to wait another two hours at the earliest to know the final result of his trial.

Harry felt that his whole body was not well.

Because he still had to spend two hours in this extremely uncomfortable mood.

He really wants to find a solid shoulder to lean on. Well, the shoulders of a cute girl are fine. As long as they are pretty enough, he won't mind.

However, the only person accompanying him was a large, jet-black bat.

Harry stayed away from Snape.

Just as they passed through the magic fountain in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic and were about to step into the elevator room full of elevators, the panting Mr. Weasley intercepted them.

"Severus, sorry, the minister has changed the time of Harry's trial."

Snape frowned heavily, "When?"

"Eight o'clock, and the location has been changed to the Tenth Judgment Room on the bottom floor of the Ministry of Magic."

Mr. Weasley looked at his watch and exclaimed, "Hurry up! There are only ten minutes left before the trial starts!"

Snape said nothing, but his steps quickened a bit.

Because he was walking so quickly, the loose black robe he wore even fluttered in the wind, making it look more like a flying big bat.

When they entered the elevator, a strange man intercepted them.

"Hello, are these Mr. Potter and Mr. Snape?"

The old bat didn't answer. At this time, he was tapping the "down" button of the elevator impatiently, without any intention of paying attention to the other party.

It was Harry who took the initiative to stand up and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Director Bones asked me to take you to her office for trial."

Snape stopped tapping the elevator button and stared at him with a pair of mean black eyes.

Harry was a little puzzled, "Isn't the trial held in the Tenth Courtroom below the Department of Mysteries?"

"That was Secretary Fudge's temporary decision. Director Bones asked you to go to her office for trial according to the original plan. She is already waiting for you two there."

A confused look appeared on Harry's face.

For a moment, he didn't know who to listen to or where to go for trial.

"Ms. Bones asked me to tell you that there is no need to worry about the Tenth Courtroom. She is the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Her sentence on you is valid. Even Minister Fudge cannot change her sentence.

result."

Snape made his decision immediately.

He gave up pressing the "Down" button and pressed "Up" instead.

Soon, Harry and Snape were led by the employee of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to the director's office.

"Sit down." A loud and deep voice came from in front of the two of them.

There were two more soft polished chintz armchairs in Amelia Bones' office than when the previous employee had left.

Harry sat down in the armchair a little uneasily.

At this time, Kyle leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair, his right hand resting on the armrest of the chair, and his left hand also resting on the armrest, supporting his chin, looking at Harry in front of him with interest.

The way he was sitting now, he completely forgot that the Amelia Bones he replaced was an elegant lady.

Harry felt a little frightened by Kyle's eyes.

"Mr. Potter, and Mr. Snape?"

"Hello, ma'am." Harry responded politely despite being nervous.

Kyle sat up slightly and said, "Shall we start now?"

"The Ministry of Magic previously made a decision to expel you from Hogwarts because you violated the Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act."

Snape, as the defender, spoke up, "It was an accident."

"We were attacked by Death Eaters, right?"

Kyle spread his hands, looking indifferent.

"The Ministry of Magic has sent people to inspect Privet Drive where you live. There are no traces of fighting there."

Bones' words made Harry unable to help but want to argue.

But he endured it.

It is impolite to interrupt someone else, especially when the person in front of you is his or her judge.

"Given that you were officially warned by the Ministry of Magic for illegal use of magic three years ago, you should have been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Bones' words made Harry's heart clench.

He finally couldn't help but defend himself, "That's..."

Kyle interrupted, "But one of your teachers is firmly against expelling you."

His eyes were firmly fixed on Harry.

Even with the obstruction of his glasses, the sharpness in his eyes was not weakened at all.

Under such sharp gazes, Harry, who was already feeling uneasy, could not help but look away, not daring to look at him.

"what is the reason……"

Amelia's question made Harry's heart leap into his throat.

"...for Albus Dumbledore to like you so much?"

The office suddenly fell silent.

Harry:???

Snape:???