Chapter 311: The Wizengamot Wizards, He Is Here To Acquire The Ministry Of Magic!
After not seeing each other for half a month, Harry had a lot to say to Sirius, but today's day was so special that he didn't know what to say even after just asking him hello.
Sirius couldn't help but laugh: "I'm obviously going to court, why are you more nervous than me?
"Of course." Harry blurted out.
Dumbledore also smiled: "Don't worry, there won't be any accidents today. Haven't you read the Daily Prophet these days?"
"I have." Harry nodded: "Every time there is news about Sirius, I will read it several times."
Sirius rubbed Harry's head.
Dumbledore smiled and said: "Then you should understand that if Fudge is unwilling to release Sirius, he will not accept the visit from the Daily Prophet."
"As the Minister of Magic, once a decision has been made, it will not be changed easily, and we have prepared witnesses and physical evidence, so there will be no surprises.
When he said this, Harry suddenly remembered something, looked around and asked: "Professor, where is Peter Pettigrew?"
"Severus has taken him to the Ministry of Magic."
Harry immediately became worried. What if Snape wanted to trick Sirius and just let Peter go?
But seeing how calm Dumbledore and Sirius were, it was hard for him to raise questions.
I can only pray silently for Snape to be a human being
"Harry, hold my arm." Dumbledore blinked: "Actually, I really want to experience Muggle transportation, but Sirius is still a wanted criminal, so I can only wait until next time.
Harry obediently held one of Old Den's arms, and Sirius grabbed the other.
The bodies of the three people twisted and blurred into a ball of wool, entangled together, and finally disappeared on Privet Drive.
Harry felt like he was spinning, as if he had been squeezed into a thick rubber tube. Every part of his body was being squeezed and he couldn't breathe at all.
Just when he thought he couldn't hold on anymore, the tube suddenly broke. He stepped on the ground with his feet and breathed in the fresh air.
This is the bustling center of London, with a large number of people passing by every second, but when Harry and the three of them suddenly appeared, no one paid a curious glance.
Sirius patted Harry on the back, hoping it would make him feel better.
"Apparating for the first time is very uncomfortable, especially at such a long distance. You will get better once you get used to it."
"I, I'm fine." Harry shook his head and straightened up.
He raised his head and looked at the tall buildings around him with some surprise: "The Ministry of Magic was built in a place like this?"
"I think you should get used to it." Dumbledore gestured for the two of them to follow him: "Just like Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, wizards are actually becoming more and more inseparable from Muggle society, but many old antiques refuse to admit it. at this point."
Harry nodded in understanding, and followed Dumbledore through the bustling streets to a shabby side street with only a few low-rise bungalows.
"We're here." Dumbledore pointed to a red phone booth that was almost in a scrapped state, and then conjured a bracelet and shackles for Sirius.
"Sorry, this is a necessary procedure."
"I understand." Sirius nodded nonchalantly and put on his coat.
Three people were crammed into the small space, which became even more crowded. Dumbledore turned the dial, and a woman's cold voice sounded in the phone booth, but it did not come from the phone, but came from all directions.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your business."
"Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, and Harry Potter are here to attend today's court hearing. Busy
"Thank you." The woman said, "Please take the badge and pin it on your chest. You need to be inspected and register your wand at the security checkpoint."
Three silver badges rolled out of the coin refund window. Harry had just pinned the badges on when the phone booth suddenly trembled and then began to sink.
It was pitch black above his head, and Harry could only hear a harsh friction sound. After about a minute, a golden light shone at his feet, and then slowly expanded, the phone booth slowly slowed down, and finally stopped, and the door in front of him suddenly opened. Open.
Is this the Ministry of Magic?
After briefly regaining his sight, Harry looked curiously at the grand hall in front of him.
The pure gold statue in the middle, the rows of fireplaces that are constantly being used, and many people walking in a hurry with expressionless faces and heads lowered.
Harry suddenly felt that this was no different from the Muggle office workers he saw. They all looked like they were hopeless.
"Dumbledore, you're finally here, 々.'
A tall black man who had been waiting for a long time strode over.
"Are we late, Shacklebolt?" Dumbledore asked.
The person who came to greet them was Kingsley Shacklebolt, but Dumbledore did not act very familiar with him, but was a little cold.
"No." Kingsley shook his head: "Your trial has been scheduled for the second trial, but Peter Pettigrew has already arrived. "The supplementary minister is waiting for you."
Dumbledore nodded: "We will go over immediately after Harry checks the wand."
"I'll go with you." Kingsley said, standing next to Sirius, as if he was watching.
Dumbledore frowned slightly, but said nothing and took Harry to the wand registration office on the other side of the hall.
When passing by the fountain, Harry saw a lot of Silver Sickles and Copper Nuts at the bottom of the pool, and a small rusty sign stood next to it.
[All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to St. Mungo’s Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry]
"If you are found not guilty, I will put a galleon in it." Harry said to Sirius.
Sirius also grinned: "Then I'll just donate a thousand galleons to St. Mungo's. This fountain can't hold that much."
Kingsley's mouth twitched hard when he heard what he said.
The Black family is worthy of being a big dog among purebloods, thousands of galleons... They all love him for half a year's salary.
"Is that Blake?"
"Is it really him, who was originally being guarded by Dumbledore?"
"It seems there was something hidden in the case back then. Look at Blake's relaxed expression."
Many people noticed this strange combination and were discussing in whispers, but no one was worried that Sirius would suddenly break out or run away.
An Auror and a Dumbledore are in charge of guarding, and they are safer than Dementors.
"Dumbledore, you go first.
There was a long queue at the wand registration window, but the wizard first in line gave up his seat.
"Thank you, Kirsty." Dumbledore thanked him.
Costi shook his head, "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry anyway."
He lowered his voice and asked, "Is Black really innocent?"
"You will know the truth when the trial is over." Dumbledore didn't say much, and Cosdy couldn't ask any more questions, so he went to the back of the team.
Harry handed his wand to the witch in the window.
"Eleven inches. The core of the staff is made of phoenix feathers. It has been used for three years, right?"
"That's right."
The witch left a note and returned the wand to Harry. Her eyes were on Sirius the whole time, and her heart was beating fast.
Just by looking at that face, she decided that it was not guilty to support Sirius.
How could such a melancholy middle-aged handsome guy be a murderer?
There must have been something wrong back then.
"Come on." The witch whispered, confusing Sirius.
Following the crowd, the four of them entered an elevator. There were many people inside. They all greeted Dumbledore enthusiastically, but they still left a certain amount of space to keep themselves as far away from Sirius as possible.
The elevator first went up and then down, and there were fewer and fewer people inside. In the end, only four people, Harry, were left.
"Ninth floor, Department of Mysteries." A cold female voice sounded.
"We're here. The courtroom is on the lower floor. The elevator can't reach it directly. You need to walk up a flight of stairs." Kingsley blocked the door and let Harry and the others go out first.
"Has the courtroom even been opened?" Dumbledore said in surprise: "I thought it would be in the Department of Legal Enforcement."
"Um...this is what the minister meant." Kingsley said a little embarrassed.
After passing through the long corridor and opening a dark wooden door, Dumbledore's wand lit up to guide them on the way forward.
Harry then thought that Dumbledore didn't seem to have registered his wand just now, but no one had any objections to this.
After going down the stairs, this floor was extremely gloomy.
Harry and Sirius held their breath subconsciously, and Sirius, who had looked indifferent just now, also became nervous.
They turned two corners and saw two Aurors guarding the heavy door.
Seeing Sirius, the two Aurors came towards him, one on the left and one on the right.
"Dumbledore, we need to take him away for examination first."
"I know, Harry, let's go in."
After saying that, Lao Deng opened the door, and a burst of lively and noisy sounds suddenly came out.
Harry looked at the situation inside. The courtroom was a large, square room. The layout was very similar to a Muggle courtroom. There was a prisoner's seat in the middle and two defense seats on both sides.
A group of people were sitting on the terrace seats, except for the upper seats, which were filled with more than a dozen bandits.
They were wearing purple robes and hats of the same style, with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on their left chests, and were discussing something in a low voice.
"Albus, you're finally here." Fudge walked over quickly: "You are the presiding judge today. If you don't come, I won't be sure."
"Please help me take good care of Harry, Cornelius." Dumbledore smiled, and Fudge put his hand on Harry's shoulder and showed a friendly smile: "Don't worry, we have dealt with him several times, he is a good boy."
The reporter from the Daily Prophet who had been prepared for a long time pressed the shutter and took pictures wildly, making Fudge smile even more.
Dumbledore swept his wand across his body, his robes turned purple, and he walked towards the judge's seat with a tall round hat on his head.
Fudge took Harry to sit behind the prisoner's seat.
".Minister Fudge, is Professor Dumbledore still a judge?" Harry asked curiously.
"There is nothing wrong with you saying that, but to be precise, the Wizengamot Mages are not just judges, but a parliament."
"Important legal provisions, as well as some large-scale decisions in the magical world, are all decided by the Wizengamot Wizards. Albus is the current chief wizard."
Fudge joked to himself: "Compared to the entire group of mages, I, the Minister of Magic, is nothing. Fortunately, I also joined them.'
Harry also smiled, he had always had a good impression of Fudge.
Not only did they not hold him accountable for abusing magic last summer, they also helped him arrange a place to live in the Leaky Cauldron.
Especially this time, he was willing to help Sirius reverse the case, which greatly increased his favorability towards Fudge.
At this time, the side door of the hall was pushed open, and two Aurors came in with an unshaven middle-aged man and took him to
Got the prisoner's seat.
"Who is this?" Harry looked at the middle-aged man curiously.
"Former Chief of the Auror Office, Rufus Scrimgeour.
Harry was shocked. Ever since he knew what an Auror's job was, he had dreamed of becoming an outstanding Auror.
As a result, the head of this department was actually arrested?
"What crime has he committed?" Harry asked.
Fudge looked strange and hesitated for a long time before he finally said: If he had to say what crime he had committed...it was that he had offended Mr. Lawrence.
"Huh?" Harry had a black question mark face on his face.
"By the way, why hasn't Mr. Lawrence arrived yet?" Fudge frowned, and he also found that there were many fewer members of the Wizengamot Wizards.
He had notified everyone before that anyone who could come must attend.
In the end, only half of it came (ok), but what about the remaining half?
Dumbledore was also worried about the same problem. The prisoners were all present, but the accuser hadn't come yet. How could this proceed?
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Creak!
Fortunately, just when Lao Deng was worried and planning to delay Wayne for a while, the heavy door was pushed open again.
Everyone looked over.
I saw a handsome young man being crowded in, with a pretty girl standing next to him, and dozens of members of the Wizengamot Wizards following behind, all of whom were a group of old men.
Head old lady.
These people all had flattering smiles on their faces, and they were talking enthusiastically to the young man. The other members of the mage group felt like they were losing face.
You are so below our standards.
What surprised Harry even more was that Fudge actually stood up to greet him again.
Wayne stretched out his hand and shook Fudge's hand, and said casually: "Sorry, I'm a little curious when I come to the Ministry of Magic for the first time. I wasted some time visiting. Minister Fudge shouldn't interfere.
Do you like it?"
"No, of course not. Fudge shook his head repeatedly: "Besides, Mr. Lawrence is not late, the time is just right. "
"Which position belongs to me?" Wayne looked around curiously, and Fudge pointed to the plaintiff's seat.
The young man nodded and said to the girl next to him: "Senior sister, you can sit wherever you like. Let's go have a meal after the trial is over."
"Okay." Grace nodded lightly and walked to the audience.
Wayne came to the plaintiff's seat, and the other members of the Wizengamot Mages also returned to their seats, their faces becoming serious.
The air pressure in the room subsequently decreased, and finally there was a hint of a trial court feeling.
Harry stared blankly at Wayne, who was leaning on the chair. Ridiculous feelings arose uncontrollably in his mind.
With this style...Wayne is not here to participate in the trial, he is simply here to buy the Ministry of Magic!