Hogwarts Homecoming

"Mr. Potter, I am a reporter from the Daily Prophet. What is your personal opinion on the charges currently being prosecuted against you by the Ministry of Magic?"

"Mr. Potter, I am from France. Can you tell us what your purpose was in harming an innocent Muggle?"

"Was this a premeditated murder, or did you just find it funny?"

"What was the role of Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger in this murder? Were they your accomplices?"

"As a legend who defeated the mysterious man, how do you feel about your current situation?"

"Say something, Mr. Potter. How do you plan to defend yourself?"

With excited roars and almost crazy faces, the three Harrys, escorted by the Order of the Phoenix and others, struggled through the crowd of reporters and the blockade set up by the Aurors at the Magic Brothers Fountain, and arrived at the elevator. hall.

"Harry, Harry, Harry!"

Sirius's face swayed before Harry's eyes, and his voice reached his ears as vaguely as a whole world away.

"Don't be intimidated by these reporters, you three, they are just here to watch the fun!"

Under the guidance of the Auror, the group walked into the elevator car specially reserved for them.

bite--

The elevator door closed, and the livid Sirius immediately shouted loudly.

But whether it's Harry or Ron and Hermione.

The three young wizards who were prosecuted seemed to be under a petrification spell. They just looked at Sirius blankly and could not say anything.

"This won't work, you three--"

Remus looked anxious.

"You must maintain your sanity and accurately answer every question asked of you by the Wizengamot Tribunal!"

"Don't say unnecessary words."

Kingsley gave advice.

"Don't be afraid, you have to believe that you are innocent!"

Professor Moody yelled that every member of the Order was giving advice, but Harry couldn't listen to any of it.

kill.

How could the Ministry of Magic use such a horrific crime against him?

"Don't worry, Ron!"

The comfort along the way was all gone the moment the three children stepped into the hall of the Ministry of Magic. Mr. Weasley was extremely anxious. He shook Ron's shoulder anxiously.

"Your mother and I believe that you have never done anything stupid. Fudge and Dolores can't do anything to you. Amosta and Dumbledore will accompany the trial and they will defend you!"

"Dumbledore has most of the Order on standby, little ones!"

Professor Moody once again sprayed saliva at the three Harrys.

"Understand, we will never sit back and let the Minister of Magic do whatever he wants. We don't mind using force if necessary!"

This sentence had an unexpected effect. Harry's eyes glowed and he nodded slightly.

There seemed to be problems with the flow of time and the transfer of space scenes in Harry's senses.

He only remembered that he was sitting in a red phone booth and entering a splendid hall in the Ministry of Magic. Then in a second, he was standing in front of a large rusty iron door.

Ron and Hermione were still beside him, but when they turned around, Sirius and the others disappeared at some point. Only the dark-faced Kingsley was accompanying the three of them.

"Come in, you three."

Kingsley, who had always been calm, had obvious worry in his eyes at this moment. He pointed at the iron door in front of the three of them.

"It's in there, but I can't go in."

Harry nodded numbly and touched the cold iron handle.

The moment he opened the door, he was greeted by a cold, fishy smell. Harry was suddenly startled, and the sounds around him became real instead of ethereal.

He looked back at his two best friends again.

The despair on Ron's face was unbearable to look at, but Hermione somehow 'sobered up' a little. When Harry looked at her, she didn't say anything, just showed a sad smile.

The walls around the courtroom were made of black stones, and the light from the torches was dim and gloomy. After the three of them entered the courtroom in an irregular queue, the situation inside was somewhat beyond expectations.

Harry expected to be greeted by the majestic looks of many wizards and wizards.

But the fact is that there are indeed about fifty wizards wearing purple robes with a delicate silver 'W' embroidered on the left chest sitting on the benches that have been raised successively, but their attention is tense in the courtroom. Of the two people, a few also raised their heads and looked at their heads in fear.

"I still stand by my opinion, Connelly!"

The witch who was arguing was Amelia Bones.

All three of Harry had met him at the Triwizard Tournament, and had heard her name mentioned many times by different people. Her reputation seemed to be better than that of the entire Ministry of Magic combined.

"There is no mention in the interrogation regulations formulated by the Wizengamot Administration that Dementors can be used during interrogations!"

Use dementors? !

Not to mention Ron, even Harry himself almost couldn't breathe!

Is the Ministry of Magic planning to 'submit and beat' in full view of the public? !

"You are taking it out of context, Amelia, I never said I was going to use dementors!"

The voice that followed belonged to Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic whom Harry already hated.

"The Dementors are only allowed to appear to prevent some unexpected situations from happening!"

"Unexpected situation!"

Amelia yelled angrily,

"I don't understand what the accident is. You called for the dementors and insisted that the wizards participating in the interrogation are not allowed to wear wands. I don't need to ask you what law you are basing this on, but have you considered it? , the dementor-guarded Azkaban had a prison break last month, and we also lost the contract to control the dementors if they were no longer loyal to the Ministry of Magic!"

"That's nonsense!"

Fudge's face looked terrifying, as if he wanted to eat someone.

"Dementors always obey the orders of the Minister of Magic!"

"Dementors."

Harry muttered unconsciously as he listened to the argument between Amelia and the Minister of Magic.

"Up there, Harry."

Ron finally remembered that he could still speak, and he said in a voice as ethereal as a ghost.

Harry immediately raised his head and looked up. At one glance, the chill in his heart almost froze his soul!

A dementor indeed!

There were so many of them that Harry couldn't tell them apart at all. These ghost-like creatures silently wandered under the high dome, almost blending into the darkness.

The reason why so many dementors did not have an impact on the wizards in the trial room, Harry guessed, may be related to a dark light film that blocked the dementors under the dome!

Harry lowered his head again, and then noticed how frighteningly tightly guarded the courtroom was.

There was an Auror with a cold expression standing in almost every unnoticeable corner. They were obviously authorized to wear wands.

The intersection of these Aurors' eyes was the two calm wizards at the front of the trial seat.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor Blaine!

Harry's frozen thoughts became active again.

Like most members of the Wizengamot Tribunal.

Professor Blaine and Professor Dumbledore were also looking at Amelia and the Minister of Magic who were arguing. However, compared to others, their expressions were very calm and they seemed not to be aware of the current strict security measures. It was aimed at the two of them!

Suddenly, a wizard familiar to Harry stood up.

It's Ludo Bagman!

He seemed to be the first to notice the three of them entering.

Ludo didn't mind the identities of Harry's three current suspects at all. He gave them a friendly smile, then carefully stepped over the wizard in front of him and came to Amosta and Dumbledore. He whispered for a while and pointed at the three of them.

But what disappointed the three Harrys was that neither Professor Dumbledore nor Professor Blaine even glanced at them.

"minister--"

A witch who was in the shadow cast by Fudge stood up. She looked at the three Harrys, especially Hermione, who paused for a few seconds. Her ugly toad-like eyes showed pleasure, and she spoke with disgusting words. Han's delicate voice said,

"The three defendants have arrived. I wonder if we can get started?"

Wow!

There was a sound of seats moving, and all the members of the Wizengamot Tribunal cast heavy looks at the three Harrys.

The only exceptions were Amostar and Dumbledore.

The two of them were discussing something, but they still didn't look at them.

A feeling of resentment emerged from Harry's heart.

The last time he met Professor Brain was more than 20 days after he was brought to Grimmauld Place from the Dursleys' house. He had never communicated with him once!

"You are here."

Cornelius Fudge no longer paid attention to Amelia. He finally looked ahead at Amostra Brain and Dumbledore, who showed no signs of surrender.

Cornelius Fudge took a deep breath, stared coldly at the three young wizards who were silent, and pointed to the three chained chairs that had been prepared in the center of the venue.

"Go and sit there." (End of Chapter)