HP Approaches the Magical World

The Ministry of Magic was as gorgeous as he had imagined it to be, with a polished dark wooden floor, a peacock blue ceiling, inlaid with shiny golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, as if Like a giant bulletin board.

The walls on all sides are paneled with jet-black and glossy dark wood panels, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wood panels. Every few seconds, a wizard will emerge from one of the fireplaces 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 center of a circular pool stood a group of golden statues, larger than life. The tallest is a noble wizard who holds his wand up to the sky, surrounded by a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.

It looks interesting.

And hundreds of wizards Apparated from all directions, their faces wearing the same lifeless expressions Harry had seen on the faces of the Muggle staff.

Mr. Weasley led Harry away from the stream of Ministry staff heading for the golden door, stopping at a desk marked Security Checks.

Sitting here was a wizard in a peacock blue robe with a dirty beard. When Harry and the others approached, the wizard raised his head and put down the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"I have brought a guest."

Mr. Weasley pointed to Harry.

The wizard showed Harry listlessly 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 over his wand, examined it, and took it back again. The wizard wanted to take another look at him after he had checked, but before he could, Harry was taken away by Mr. Weasley.

They entered the elevator, and as they went up, they saw all kinds of wizards, and the paper airplanes that swished the airplane elevator.

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

Mr. Weasley said something, and then he thought of what Jon said that day, if electronic devices can be used to transmit messages, such notes should not be needed.

He shook his head, clearing these things out of his mind.

The lift stopped on the second floor, which was home to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Misuse of Magic Office, Auror Command and the Wizengamot Governing Body.

Here is their destination.

They got out of the elevator, then came to the corridor, and after walking for a while, they saw Kingsley.

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

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

Harry's trial time was changed to eight o'clock. They ran out of the office eagerly, then quickly flashed into the elevator, and rushed all the way to the underground.

There is no way for Mr. Weasley to follow Harry into the courtroom, this matter can only be done by Harry himself.

He gasped, turned the doorknob, and walked in.

He is familiar with this place.

The surrounding walls are all made of black stones, and the light from the torches is gloomy and gloomy. On both sides of it are rows of empty benches tightened up one by one, and in front of him on the highest benches, a Many dark figures whispered there.

Jon sat in it.

But no one noticed him, he was sitting in a relatively remote place, and for the sake of keeping his figure secret, he just randomly picked a seat where no one was around and sat down.

He shouldn't be here today.

But anyway, there was nothing to do, so I 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 everyone is here, he might as well take a look at this thing.

And the position angle he chose is not bad,

Harry's nervous expression could be seen.

"You knew already."

In the darkness, a voice said.

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

"It wasn't the Wizengamot's fault," said the voice, "an owl was sent to tell you in the morning,

sit down. "

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

He looked up, and there were about fifty people on the bench above, all wearing purple-red robes, and some of them had very stern expressions.

Others have a very obvious curiosity.

In the middle of the front row of benches sat a familiar face, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge, but he seemed even fatter than before.

And to Fudge's left sits a broad, square-jawed witch wearing a monocle, and to the right sits another witch, but she's a little bit back, so she's in shadow.

The trial is announced.

"The trial of August 12th," said Fudge in a bell-like voice, "of Harry James Potter, of 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for breaching Binding Act and the International Act of Secrecy.”

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Burns, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary , Interrogation 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 the middle of the torch. Glittering in the light.

It has to be said that such 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 looked very flustered. This kind of self-disorder made Jon despise him even more. Mud can't support the wall, which probably refers to him.

Jon already knew what absurd trial this was, because the judge had his own thoughts, but it was boring after all, so he chose to watch it anyway. In fact, he didn't approve of Dumbledore's way of facing Fudge in this way, obviously There is an easier way, but Dumbledore doesn't want to use it, it's just Fudge, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to enter their plan.

But Dumbledore was leaving soon, as long as he was happy, there was nothing wrong with it.

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