Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Half a month without seeing each other, Harry had a lot to say to Sirius, but today was so special that he didn't know what to say after just a simple greeting.

Sirius couldn't help laughing: "It's obviously me who's 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 interview of the Daily Prophet."

"As the Minister of Magic, since the decision has been made, it will not be easily changed. Moreover, we have prepared the witnesses and evidence, and there will be no accidents."

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 trap Sirius and let Peter run away directly?

However, seeing that Dumbledore and Sirius were very calm, he did not dare to question it.

I can only pray silently that Snape will be a man

"Harry, hold my arm." Dumbledore blinked: "Actually, I really want to experience the Muggle way of transportation, but Sirius is still a wanted criminal, so I can only wait until next time."

Harry obediently held one of Dumbledore's arms, and Sirius grabbed the other.

The three bodies twisted and blurred into a ball of wool, and finally disappeared on Privet Drive.

Harry felt himself spinning, as if he was squeezed into a thick rubber tube, every part of his body was squeezed, and he couldn't breathe at all.

Just when he thought he couldn't hold on, the tube suddenly broke, and he stepped on the ground with both feet, breathing in fresh air in big gulps.

This is the bustling center of London, and a large number of people pass by every second, but Harry and the other two suddenly appeared, but no one cast a curious glance.

Sirius patted Harry's back, hoping that this would make him feel better.

"It's always uncomfortable to Apparate for the first time, especially at such a long distance. You'll get used to it."

"I, I'm fine." Harry shook his head and straightened up.

He looked up and looked at the tall buildings around him in surprise: "The Ministry of Magic is built in such a place?"

"I think you should be used to it." Dumbledore motioned for the two 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 this."

Harry nodded, not quite understanding. He followed Dumbledore through the busy streets and came to a shabby little street with only a few low-rise houses.

"We're here." Dumbledore pointed to a red telephone booth that was almost scrapped, and then conjured a bracelet and leg irons for Sirius.

"Sorry, this is a necessary procedure."

"I understand." Sirius nodded nonchalantly and put them on.

The small space became more crowded with three people. Dumbledore turned the dial, and a woman's cold voice rang out in the telephone booth, but it did not come from the phone, but from all directions.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and what you are here for."

"Albus Dumbledore, Sirius Black, Harry Potter, come to attend today's trial."

"Thank you." The woman said, "Please take the badge and pin it on your chest. You need to be checked and register your wand at the security checkpoint."

Three silver badges rolled out from the coin return window. Harry had just put the badge on when the phone booth suddenly trembled and began to sink.

It was pitch black above his head. Harry could only hear a harsh friction sound. About a minute later, a golden light shone under his feet, and then slowly expanded. The speed of the phone booth's descent slowly slowed down, and finally stopped, and the door in front of him suddenly opened.

Is this the Ministry of Magic?

After briefly regaining his sight, Harry looked at the magnificent hall in front of him curiously.

The pure gold statue in the middle, the rows of fireplaces that were constantly being used, and the many wizards who were walking in a hurry, expressionless and with their heads down.

Harry suddenly felt that this was no different from the Muggle office workers he had seen, all of whom looked like they had lost all hope in life.

"Dumbledore, you are finally here〃‖ 〃‖."

A tall black man had been waiting for a long time, and he strode over.

"Are we late, Shacklebolt?" Dumbledore asked.

It was Kingsley Shacklebolt who came to greet them, 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 session, but Peter Pettigrew has arrived, and Minister Fudge has been waiting for you."

Dumbledore nodded: "Wait until Harry finishes checking the wand, we will go there immediately."

"I will go with you." Kingsley said, and stood next to Sirius, looking as if he was monitoring.

Dumbledore frowned slightly, but did not say anything, 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 Knuts at the bottom of the pool, and a small rusty sign next to it.

[All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Instructions]

"If you are found not guilty, I willPut ten Galleons in. "Harry said to Sirius.

Sirius also grinned: "Then I will donate a thousand Galleons directly to St. Mungo's. This fountain can't hold so many."

Kingsley's mouth twitched fiercely when he heard his words.

The Black family is indeed a big dog family among pure bloods. A thousand Galleons... is enough for his half-year salary.

"Is that Black?"

"Is it really him? Was it guarded by Dumbledore?"

"It seems that there was really something hidden in the case back then. Look at Black's relaxed expression."

Many people noticed this strange combination and discussed it in whispers, but no one was worried that Sirius would suddenly attack or escape.

One Auror and one Dumbledore were responsible for guarding, which was safer than Dementors.

"Dumbledore, you go first. ”

There was a long queue at the wand registration window, but the wizard in the first line gave up his place.

“Thank you, Costi.” Dumbledore thanked.

Costi shook his head, “It’s okay, I’m not in a hurry anyway.”

He lowered his voice and asked, “Is Black really innocent?”

“When the trial is over, you will know the truth.” Dumbledore didn’t say much, and Costi didn’t ask much, so he went to the end of the line.

Harry handed his wand to the witch in the window.

“Eleven inches, the wand core is a phoenix feather, and it takes 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 pounding.

Just by looking at this face, she decided to support Sirius' innocence.

How could such a melancholy middle-aged handsome man be a murderer?

It must be something wrong back then.

"Come on." The witch whispered, confusing Sirius.

Following the crowd, the four of them walked into an elevator. There were still many people inside, all of whom greeted Dumbledore enthusiastically, but still left some space to try to keep themselves away from Sirius.

The elevator first rose and then fell, and there were fewer and fewer people inside, until only Harry and the other four were left.

"Ninth floor, Department of Mysteries. "A cold female voice sounded.

"We are here. The courtroom is on the lower floor. The elevator cannot reach there directly. You need to take a flight of stairs." Kingsley stopped the door and let Harry and the others go out first.

"Even the courtroom is in use?" Dumbledore said in surprise: "I thought it would be in the Law Enforcement Department."

"Uh... This is what the Minister meant." Kingsley said embarrassedly.

Walking through the long corridor and opening a dark wooden door, Dumbledore's wand lit up, guiding them forward.

Harry then realized that Dumbledore didn't seem to have registered his wand just now, but no one cared about it.Objection.

After going down the stairs, this floor was extremely gloomy.

Harry and Sirius subconsciously held their breath, and Sirius, who had just looked indifferent, also became nervous.

They turned two corners and saw two Aurors guarding the heavy door.

Seeing Sirius, the two Aurors came up and sandwiched him in the middle, one on the left and one on the right.

"Dumbledore, we have to take him away for examination first."

"I know, Harry, let's go in first."

After saying that, Dumbledore pushed open the door, and a noisy and lively voice came out immediately.

Harry looked at the situation inside. The courtroom was a large square room, and the layout was very similar to that of a Muggle court, with a prisoner seat in the middle and two defense seats on both sides.

A group of people sat on the tiered seats, filling more than half of the seats above.

They were wearing purple robes and hats of the same style, with an exquisite silver "W" embroidered on the left chest, and were discussing something in a low voice.

"Albus, you are finally here." Fudge walked over quickly: "You are the presiding judge today. If you don't come, I will be uneasy."

"Please take good care of Harry for me, Cornelius." Dumbledore smiled, and Fudge put his hand on Harry's shoulder and showed a kind smile: "Don't worry, we have dealt with each other several times, this is a good boy."

The reporter of the Daily Prophet, who had been prepared for a long time, pressed the shutter and took a burst of photos, and Fudge's smile became even bigger.

Dumbledore swept his whole body with his wand, and his robes turned purple and red. He wore a tall round hat on his head and walked to the judge's seat.

Fudge took Harry to sit behind the prisoner's seat.

"¨" ¨" Minister Fudge, is Professor Dumbledore still a judge?" Harry asked curiously.

"You are right, but to be precise, the Wizengamot is not just a judge, but a parliament."

"Important legal provisions and some major decisions in the wizarding world must be decided by the Wizengamot, and Albus is the current chief wizard."

Fudge joked to himself: "Compared with the entire wizard corps, I, the Minister of Magic, am nothing. Fortunately, I have joined them."

Harry also smiled. He has always had a good impression of Fudge.

Last summer vacation, not only did he not pursue his fault of abusing magic, but he also helped him arrange accommodation in the Leaky Cauldron.

Especially this time, he was willing to help Sirius overturn the case, which greatly improved his favorability towards Fudge.

At this time, the side door of the hall was pushed open, and two Aurors walked in with a middle-aged man with a beard and took him to the prisoner's seat.

"Who is this?" Harry looked at the middle-aged man curiously.

"Rufus Scrimgeour, former head of the Auror Office."

Harry was shocked. Ever since he knew what an Auror was, he had dreamed of becoming one after graduation.An outstanding Auror.

The head of this department was arrested?

"What crime did he commit?" Harry asked.

Fudge looked strange, hesitating for a long time before saying: "If you have to say what crime he committed... it is that he offended Mr. Lawrence."

"Huh?" Harry's face was full of black question marks.

"By the way, why hasn't Mr. Lawrence arrived yet?" Fudge frowned, and he also found that there were fewer members of the Wizengamot.

He had notified everyone before, and everyone who could come had to attend.

As a result, only more than half of them came (the king's (the king's)), what about the remaining half?

Dumbledore was also worried about the same problem. The criminals were all present, but the plaintiff was not. How could the case continue?

Crack! ge

Crack!

Fortunately, just when Dumbledore was worried and was planning to delay Wayne for a while, the heavy door was pushed open again.

Everyone looked over.

A handsome boy was crowded in, with a pretty girl standing beside him, and dozens of members of the Wizengamot followed behind, all of them were old men and women.

All these people had flattering smiles on their faces, and were talking to the boy enthusiastically, which made the other members of the wizard group feel embarrassed.

You are really lowering our standards.

What surprised Harry even more was that Fudge actually stood up to greet them again.

Wayne reached out his hand and shook Fudge's hand, saying casually: "Sorry, I'm a little curious about my first visit to the Ministry of Magic, and I wasted some time on the tour. Minister Fudge won't mind, right?"

"No, of course not." Fudge shook his head repeatedly: "Besides, Mr. Lawrence is not late, the time is just right."

"Which seat belongs to me?" Wayne looked around curiously, and Fudge pointed to the plaintiff's seat.

The boy nodded and said to the girl beside him: "Senior sister, you can find a place to sit. When the trial is over, we will go to have a meal."

"Okay." Grace nodded lightly and walked to the audience.

Wayne came to the plaintiff's seat, and the other members of the Wizengamot also returned to their seats, their faces became serious.

The air pressure in the room dropped, and finally there was a sense of the court of justice.

Harry stared at Wayne leaning on the chair in a daze, and a sense of absurdity rose uncontrollably in his mind.

This style... Wayne is not here to attend the trial, he is here to buy the Ministry of Magic! .