HP Approaches the Magic World

The Ministry of Magic was as gorgeous as he remembered, with shiny dark wooden floors and a peacock blue ceiling inlaid with shiny golden symbols. It was constantly changing and moving, as if it were...

Like a huge bulletin board.

The walls on all sides are lined with dark, shiny wooden boards, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the boards. Every few seconds, a wizard will emerge from a fireplace on the right, and in front of the fireplace on the right,

There were people waiting in line to leave.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain.

In the middle of a circular pool stood a group of golden statues, which were larger than life. The tallest one was a noble wizard, who raised his wand and pointed directly at the sky. Surrounding him were a beautiful witch and a

Centaurs, a goblin and a house elf.

Looks very interesting.

And hundreds of wizards apparated from all directions, with lifeless expressions on their faces, just like what Harry had seen on the faces of those Muggle employees.

Mr. Weasley took Harry away from the crowd of Ministry of Magic employees heading towards the golden door, and stopped in front of a table marked Security Check.

Here sat a wizard wearing peacock blue robes and a clean shaven 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 at Harry.

The wizard listlessly shined Harry in front of him, then raised a long golden rod and swept it across Harry's chest and back from top to bottom.

"Wand."

Harry handed the wand over, checked it and took it back again. After the wizard finished checking, he wanted to take a look at him again, but before he could, Harry was taken away by Mr. Weasley.

They entered the elevator, and as the elevator went up, they saw all kinds of wizards, as well as paper airplanes that were swooshing about the aircraft elevator.

"That's a note passing messages between departments."

Mr. Weasley said something, and then he thought of what Jon said that day. If electronic devices could be used to transmit messages, there would be no need for such notes.

He shook his head and cleared these things from his mind.

The elevator stopped at the second floor, which is where the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is located, including the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, the Auror Command and the Wizengamot Management Agency.

This is their destination.

They walked out of the elevator and came to the corridor. After walking for a while, they saw Kingsley.

After quietly communicating with Kingsley, Mr. Weasley took Harry to his office again.

Before they could say a word, they got new news from an old wizard.

Harry's interrogation time was changed to eight o'clock. They hurriedly ran out of the office, then quickly dodged into the elevator and ran all the way to the underground.

Mr. Weasley had no way of following Harry into the courtroom, Harry had to do this on his own.

He took a breath, turned the doorknob, and walked in.

He is familiar with this place.

The four surrounding walls were made of black stones, and the light from the torches was gloomy and gloomy. On both sides of it were rows of empty benches that tightened up, and in front of him, on the highest benches, there were

Many dark figures were whispering there.

Jon is sitting in it.

But no one noticed him. He was sitting in a relatively remote location, and in order to keep his identity secret, he just randomly picked a place where no one was and sat down.

He shouldn't be here today.

But there was nothing to do anyway, so he came over to take a look. After all, Dumbledore was going to be here today. He originally planned to take some time to communicate with Dumbledore. Since he was already here, he might as well take a look at this thing here.

thing.

And the position he chose had a pretty good angle, and Harry's nervous expression could be seen.

"You knew already."

In the darkness, a voice said.

"I'm sorry," Harry said nervously, "I didn't know the time had changed."

"It's not the Wizengamot's fault," the voice said. "I sent an owl to inform you this morning.

Sit down."

Harry came to the chair in the center of the room, walked over, and carefully sat on it.

He looked up and saw that there were about fifty people on the benches, all wearing purple robes, and some of them had very stern expressions.

And some people are very obviously curious.

Sitting in the middle of the bench in the front row was a familiar face, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, but he seemed fatter than before.

To Fudge's left sat a broad, square-jawed witch wearing a monocle, and to the right sat another witch, but she was a little further back, so she was shrouded in shadow.

The trial is announced and begins.

"The trial on August 12," Fudge said in a booming voice: "The trial was for Harry James Potter, who lives at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for violating the "Reasonable Treatment of Minor Wizards".

Binding Act” and the International Statute of Secrecy.”

"Interrogators: Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge; Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Susan Bones; Senior Undersecretary Dolores Jane Umbridge

,Trial Recorder: Percy Ignatius Weasley——"

"Witness for the defense: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

Behind Harry, Dumbledore walked over calmly, with a very calm expression on his face, and came to a position parallel to Harry. From Jon's perspective, his long beard and hair were in front of the torch.

sparkling in the light.

I have to say, this Dumbledore is very majestic.

As for the jury sitting not far from Jon, more than half of them welcomed Dumbledore, while the rest expressed fear and annoyance.

Because of Dumbledore's appearance, Fudge seemed very flustered. This kind of confusion made Jon despise him even more. Mud can't hold up a wall, so that's probably what he was talking about.

Jon already knew what a ridiculous trial this was, because the judge had his own little ideas, but it was boring after all, so he still chose to watch it. In fact, he did not approve of Dumbledore facing Fudge in this way. Obviously

There was a simpler way, but Dumbledore didn't want to use it. It was just Fudge, who wasn't even qualified to enter their plan.

But Dumbledore is leaving soon, and as long as he is happy, there is nothing wrong with him.