HP Approaches the Magic World

"No, no, I'm telling you I'm mixed race, I'm mixed race.

My father is a wizard, he is, you go and look it up, Archie Alderton, he is a famous broomstick designer, you go and look it up.

I'm telling you - don't touch me, don't touch -"

Jon sat on a familiar chair in the Ministry of Magic courtroom, watching the scene in front of him with great interest.

This is the first time he has seen this kind of scene. The way the Ministry of Magic handles affairs is very inefficient. Of course, this is also because they have less things to manage.

Inefficiency also has the advantage of being inefficient. He can see the emotional changes clearly. The pain and despair, for some reason, can make him feel the reality of the world.

Somewhat ironic.

Hidden in the darkness, he looked at Hermione - she was now Malfada.

She has entered the role, although it seems that she should have seen the existence of the locket around Umbridge's neck, but now she is still working seriously.

The job in the Ministry of Magic seemed to come naturally to her, and it was hard to tell whether it was a talent or something else.

But Umbridge's voice was still as ugly as ever.

He thought so and fell silent again. After all, the protagonist today was not him.

…

"This is the last warning,"

Umbridge said softly, her voice amplified by magic, clearly covering the man's desperate cry:

"If you resist any longer, you will be kissed by a dementor."

The man's screams subsided, but the sobs still echoed in the corridor.

"Take him away."

Two dementors appeared at the door of the court, their rotten and scabbed hands grasping the upper arm of a wizard, who seemed to have fainted.

The dementors dragged him down the corridor, the darkness behind them swallowing him up.

"Next—Mary Cattermole."

Umbridge shouted.

A thin woman stood up, trembling all over.

She was wearing a simple robe, her black hair was combed into a bun on the back of her head, and her face was completely pale. When the woman passed by the dementor, Harry saw her tremble.

He acted entirely on impulse, without any plan, except that he could not bear to see her enter the courtroom alone: ​​when the door began to close, he slipped in after her.

This was not the same courtroom where he was tried last time for abuse of magic. Although the ceiling was the same height, it was much smaller than that one, giving it a terrifying feeling like being at the bottom of a deep well.

There were more Dementors here, and a chill enveloped the entire room.

They are like faceless sentries, standing in the farthest corner from the high interrogation platform.

Behind the railing on the stage sat Umbridge, with Yaxley on one side and Hermione, who looked as pale as Mrs. Cattermole on the other.

A large, silvery, long-haired cat paced around the base of the platform, and Harry realized that it was there to protect the prosecutors from feeling the desperation emanating from the Dementors.

Despair is for the defendant, not the interrogator.

"sit down."

Umbridge's sweet voice said.

Mrs. Cattermole staggered to the lone chair in the center of the stage.

As soon as she sat down, chains jingled out of the armrest and held her there.

"Are you Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?"

Mrs. Cattermole nodded tremblingly.

"The wife of Reginald Cattermole of the Magical Maintenance Service?"

Mrs. Cattermole began to cry.

"I don't know where he is, he should be here with me!"

Umbridge ignored it.

"Maggie, mother of Ellie and Alfred Cattermole?"

Mrs Cattermole cried harder.

"They are very scared, worried that I may not be able to go back -"

"okay,"

Yaxley said contemptuously: "Mudblood cubs cannot arouse our sympathy."

Mrs. Cattermole's sobs muffled the sound of Harry's footsteps as he walked cautiously toward the steps of the dais.

When he passed the place where the silver cat patron saint was walking, he immediately felt the change in temperature: it was warm and comfortable here.

He was sure that the Patronus belonged to Umbridge, and if it was bright it was because she was happy here, doing what she wanted, upholding the twisted laws she had helped to create.

Little by little, Harry moved carefully behind Umbridge, Yaxley and Hermione, and finally sat down behind Hermione.

He was afraid of startling Hermione, so he originally wanted to cast an ear-blocking curse on Umbridge and Yaxley, but chanting the curse softly might also scare Hermione.

Then Umbridge raised her voice to Mrs. Cattermole, and Harry took his chance.

"I'm behind you."

he whispered to Hermione.

As expected, she was shaken violently and almost knocked over the ink bottle she was using for recording.

But Umbridge and Yaxley were so focused on Mrs. Cattermole that they didn't notice.

"When you arrived at the Ministry of Magic today, you were given a wand, Mrs. Cattermole," Umbridge was saying: "Eight and three-quarter inches, cherry wood, with a core made of unicorn hair.

Do you confirm this description?"

Mrs. Cattermole nodded and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

"Can you tell us which wizard you took this wand from?"

"Take—take?"

Mrs. Cattermole cried: "I took--from no one.

I bought it when I was eleven, and it chose me."

She cried harder.

Umbridge let out a little girlish laugh, and Harry really wanted to beat her up.

She leaned forward, trying to get a better look at her prey over the barrier, and a golden object swung to her chest, where it hung: a locket.

Hermione screamed softly, but Umbridge and Yaxley were still focused on their prey and could not hear any other sounds.

"No," said Umbridge, "no, I don't think so, Mrs. Cattermole.

The wand only chooses wizards, and you are not a wizard.

I have here the questionnaire I sent you last time - Mafalda, bring it over."

Umbridge held out a small hand: she looked so like a toad that Harry was surprised that there were no webs between the stubby fingers.

Hermione's hands were shaking with shock. She fumbled among the pile of papers on the chair next to her for a while, and finally pulled out a roll of parchment with Mrs. Cattermole's name on it.

"That-that's beautiful, Dolores."

She pointed to the shining pendant in the folds of Umbridge's blouse.

"What?"

Umbridge snapped, glancing down: "Oh, yes - an old family heirloom."

She patted the locket attached to her plump breasts and said:

"S is the abbreviation of Selwyn... I have a close relationship with the Selwyn family...

In fact, there are very few pure-blood families who are not related to me...it's a pity,"

She turned the pages of Mrs. Cattermole's questionnaire and said in a loud voice:

"You can't say that.

Parents’ occupation: greengrocer.”

Yaxley laughed disdainfully.

Under the stage, a fluffy silver cat was pacing back and forth, and a dementor stood waiting in the corner of the room.

Umbridge's lie made Harry's blood rush to the top of his head and he forgot to be cautious.

The locket she had bribed from an unscrupulous vendor was now used to prove her pureblood status.

Harry didn't even bother to continue hiding under the invisibility cloak, he raised his wand and shouted: "Collapse!"

In a flash of red light, Umbridge fell down and hit her head on the edge of the railing. Mrs. Cattermole's files slipped from her legs to the ground. The silver cat walking back and forth disappeared, and the cold air hit her like the wind.

Come.

Yaxley was confused and turned around to find the source of the commotion.

He saw a disembodied hand pointing a wand at him, and hurried to pull out his own wand, but it was too late.

"Collapse!"

Yaxley slid to the ground and curled up into a ball.

"Harry!"

"Hermione, if you think I'm going to sit here and watch her pretend-"

"Harry, Mrs. Cattermole!"

Harry turned around quickly and threw off the Invisibility Cloak.

Under the stage, the dementor had come out of the corner and was floating towards the woman tied to the chair.

I don't know whether it's because the guardian angel has disappeared, or because they feel that their master has lost control. They seem to be unscrupulous.

Mrs. Cattermole screamed in terror as a large, slimy, crusted hand grasped her chin and pulled her face back.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

The silver stag rose from the tip of Harry's staff and leaped towards the dementors. They retreated and melted into the shadows.

The silver deer jogged around the room, its light stronger and warmer than the cat, filling the whole court.

"Take the Horcrux."

He ran down the steps, stuffing the invisibility cloak into his bag, and came to Mrs. Cattermole's side.

"you?"

She looked at his face and whispered: "But - but Reggie said it was you who submitted my name for review!"

"Yeah?"

Harry muttered, tugging at the chains on his arms: "Oh, I changed my mind. Fall apart!"

no response.

"Hermione, how do you get rid of these chains?"

"Wait a minute, I'm doing something-"

"Hermione, we are surrounded by dementors!"

"I know, Harry, but if she wakes up and finds the locket is gone -

I have to copy one...make a pair!

Okay...she shouldn't be able to tell this way..."

Hermione rushed down the steps.

"Let's see... I'm so relieved!"

The chains jingled into the armrests of the chair, and Mrs. Cattermole still looked very frightened.

"I do not understand."

"You have to get out of here with us," Harry said, pulling her up: "Go home, take your children and run away. If that doesn't work, flee out of the country and escape in disguise.

You see what's going on now, you can't get justice here."

"Harry," Hermione said, "There are so many dementors at the door, how can we get out?"

"Patronus."

Harry pointed his wand at his own Patronus: the silver stag slowed, still shining brightly, toward the door.

"The more the merrier, call out yours too, Hermione."

"Call the gods - call the gods to protect you."

Hermione said nothing appeared.

"That's the only spell that's a little difficult for her,"

Harry said to Mrs Cattermole who was completely stunned.

"It's a bit unfortunate... Come on, Hermione..."

"Call the gods to protect you!"

A silver otter jumped out from the tip of Hermione's wand and swam gracefully through the air toward the silver stag.

"Walk."

Harry led Hermione and Mrs. Cattermole toward the door.

As the patron saint floated out of the courtroom, the crowd waiting outside screamed.

Harry glanced around. The dementors on both sides were retreating, blending into the darkness, and were dispersed by the silver spiritual beings.

"Now it's decided, you all go home and hide with your families."

Harry said to the Muggle-born wizards who were dazzled by the light of the Patronus and still shrank a little.

"If possible, go abroad, far away from the Ministry of Magic.

This is the - er - new official position.

Now, as long as you follow the patron saint, you can escape from the hall."

They reached the top of the stone staircase without encountering any obstruction.

But as he walked towards the elevator, Harry became worried.

He couldn't help but feel too conspicuous if they followed a silver stag and a silver otter into the hall, along with twenty or so people, half of whom were accused Muggle-born wizards.

Just as he came to this unpleasant conclusion, the elevator door in front of them clanged open.

"Reggie!"

Mrs. Cattermole cried out, throwing herself into Ron's arms: "Runcorn set me free, knocked Umbridge and Yaxley unconscious, and told us all to flee the country.

I think we should do this, Reggie, really. Go home and get the kids—why are you so wet?"

"water,"

Ron muttered and broke free: "Harry, they know someone broke into the Ministry of Magic. It seems there is a hole in Umbridge's office door.

In that case, I think we still have five minutes—"

Hermione's Patronus vanished with a pop, and she turned to Harry in shock.

"Harry, if we are trapped here, we..."

"Not if you act quickly."

Harry turned to the group of people behind him who were staring at him dumbfounded.

"Who has a wand?"

About half raised their hands.

"Okay, if you don't have a wand, find someone with a wand to follow.

We need to move quickly - before we are blocked by them.

let's go."

Everyone piled into the two elevators. Harry's patronus stood guard in front of the golden gate. The doors closed and the elevator began to rise.

At the same time, outside the Ministry of Magic, Stephen waved his hand, and the wizards from the Magic Research Society began to disappear one by one. Most of these people were Muggle-born wizards. During this period, the Magic Research Society had been responsible for protecting and

Hide these people.

Their mission today is not to fight, because it is unnecessary and it is not time yet. Their mission today is to disrupt the Ministry of Magic.

"Looks like it's time for us to go, Uncle Cattermole. It's almost time."

Reggie nodded, watched Stephen put on a gray cloak, and then apparated back to the Ministry of Magic with him.

Ministry of Magic.

elevator.

"The eighth floor,"

The witch said in a cold voice: "Main hall."

Harry knew immediately that he was in trouble.

There were many people in the main hall, walking around in front of the fireplaces, closing the fireplaces.

"Harry!"

Hermione screamed: "How do we—"

"stop!"

Harry shouted, and Runcorn's powerful voice echoed in the main hall. The wizards who had blocked the fireplace were stunned.

"follow me."

He whispered to the frightened Muggle-born wizards, who rushed forward led by Ron and Hermione.

"What's the matter, Albert?"

asked the bald wizard who had followed Harry out of the fireplace earlier, looking nervous.

"These people need to leave before you seal the exit."

Harry tried his best to speak in a dignified tone.

The wizards looked at each other.

"We are ordered to seal all exits and not allow anyone..."

"Are you disobeying me?"

Harry said angrily: "Do you want me to look into your family tree, like Dirk Creswell did?"

"sorry!"

The bald wizard was startled and backed away: "I didn't mean anything else, Albert, I just thought... I thought they were being interrogated..."

"Their bloodline is pure,"

Harry said, his deep voice echoing in the hall, very intimidating: "I dare say I am more pure than many of you, let's go."

He shouted to the Muggle-born wizards, who hurried into the fireplace and disappeared one by one.

The wizards from the Ministry of Magic stayed behind hesitantly, some looking confused, some frightened and dissatisfied.

Sudden--

"Mary!"

Mrs. Cattermole turned around. The real Reggie Cattermole, who was no longer vomiting, had just run out of an elevator.

"Re-Reggie?"

She looked at her husband and then at Ron, who cursed loudly.

The bald wizard opened his mouth wide and his head turned ridiculously between the two Reggie Cattermoles.

"Hey - what's going on!"

"Seal the exit! Seal it!"

Yaxley rushed out of another elevator and ran towards the crowd by the fireplace.

By this time, all the Muggle-born wizards except Mrs. Cattermole had disappeared from the fireplace.

As soon as the bald wizard raised his wand, Harry raised his huge fist and punched him away.

"He's helping Muggle-borns escape, Yaxley!"

The bald wizard's companions were in an uproar, and Ron took advantage of the chaos to grab Mrs. Cattermole, pull her into the still open fireplace and disappear.

Yaxley looked at Harry in confusion, then at the beaten wizard. Here was the real Reggie Cattermole shouting: "My wife! Who is that person with my wife? What happened?"

What's up?"

Harry saw Yaxley turn his head, a look of realization appearing on his dull face.

"Let's go!"

Harry shouted to Hermione, grabbed her hand, and they jumped into the fireplace together, Yaxley's spell flying over Harry's head.

They spin for a few seconds and spray out of the toilet bowl.

"Reggie, I don't understand-"

"Let go, I'm not your husband, you must go home!"

There was a rumble in the cubicle behind him, and Harry turned around, just as Yaxley jumped out.

"let's go!"

Harry shouted, grabbing Hermione's hand and Ron's arm and spinning them around quickly.

Harry suspected that he was suffocating. He couldn't breathe and couldn't see. The only real things in the world were Ron's arms and Hermione's fingers, but his fingers were slowly slipping...

Then he saw the door of No. 12 Grimmauld Place and the snake-shaped door knocker, but before he could take a breath, he heard a scream, a flash of purple light, and Hermione's hands suddenly became like pliers.

Hold him, and everything will be plunged into darkness again.