Harry Potter's Bastard

The forces within the Ministry of Magic are intertwined. The pure-blood wizards who occupy high positions are not all of the same heart. They had already received the news that the famous Harry Potter was coming to the Ministry of Magic for a hearing, and these big figures with great influence within the Ministry of Magic had a different opinion.

Harry was like an eye of the storm, and he was completely unaware of the confrontations and calculations that surrounded him. Harry's hearing was a great opportunity to find out who was a friend and who was foe, and it would expose some people in the Ministry of Magic who had been confused about where they were.

The standard of the hearing was very high, and it didn't get any higher than that—and all Wizengamot members would be in attendance. The senior management of the Ministry of Magic is basically a member of the Wizengamot, and there are also a number of retired and well-known wizards in the wizarding world who make up the Wizengamot, the highest court in the wizarding world.

It is very important to see friends and foes clearly in the struggle, and this is the same for both the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters. The struggle will soon become fierce, and they need to know who needs to be hit and who can help them. And Harry Potter's hearing this time is a very good opportunity.

With this in mind, both the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters have used their influence within the Ministry of Magic to turn a trivial matter of casting spells outside the school, which was originally easy to handle and completely unnecessary, into a matter of taking sides.

So when Harry arrived in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic as a guest of the Ministry of Magic with Mr. Weasley to be tested with his wand, he could clearly sense the strangeness of the atmosphere: when the wizard named Eric called out his name, Harry could clearly feel the stares staring at him all around him—a wary gaze accompanied by scrutiny.

Harry wasn't in the mood to think about that. He was nervous now, although Sirius said that he would not be expelled from Hogwarts, but Harry couldn't help but think in the worst direction: if he was expelled from Hogwarts, where would he go? Will he return to the Dursleys? If he was expelled, where would he live as an adult? Maybe the Weasleys would be kind enough to take him in, or would he go to live with Sirius?

Harry was pushed by the crowd and followed Mr. Weasley through the door to a smaller hall over there. There were at least twenty elevators, blocked by refined golden fence gates. Harry and Mr. Weasley walked over to the crowd around an elevator. Next to him stood a large, unshaven wizard with a large cardboard box in his arms, which made a cacophony of rubbing sounds.

"Are you alright, Arthur?" the wizard said and nodded at Mr. Weasley.

"What's it up with you, Bob?" asked Mr. Weasley, looking at the cardboard box.

"Not sure yet. The wizard said solemnly, "We thought it was an ordinary chicken, but we didn't expect it to spew fire." In my opinion, this seems to be a serious violation of the decree on the prohibition of animal breeding experiments. "

"It's like Hagrid's fried snails. Harry couldn't help but hear the sticky, disgusting thing that Hagrid had cultivated.

When Harry and Mr. Weasley exited the elevator, there was no one in the elevator.

"The second level, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Contains the Division for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, the Auror Command, and the Wizengamot Governing Body. Harry remembered that the female voice in the elevator had just made the announcement.

Just as Mr. Weasley and Kingsley were having finished chatting and taking Harry back to his small, low, dilapidated office, Mr. Weasley's colleague and his only colleague told them bad news.

"They've changed the time and place—" the old man named Perkins gasped as if he had just run a long way, "and changed it to eight o'clock in the old tenth courtroom below, take him there, it's getting late!"

Mr. Weasley seemed frightened, and he sprang out from behind his desk.

"Hurry up, Harry, we should have been there five minutes ago!"

Perkins leaned against the filing cabinet to make a debut, and Mr. Weasley sped out of the office, Harry following closely behind.

"Why did they change the time?" asked Harry, panting. They ran through the Aurors' cubicles, and people poked their heads out and watched in amazement as they raced by. Harry felt as if he had left all his internal organs behind Perkins' desk.

Late attendance at hearings attended by all members of the Wizengamot is not tolerated, and a five-minute delay will be treated as an absence from the courtroom, with consequences ranging from large to minor consequences. It stands to reason that the time and venue will be changed with advance notice, but ...... A second is too early to mention, as long as Harry is late for his hearing, then some people have room to operate, although it will not affect the overall situation, but it can still be done with Dumbledore's time and energy.

At the end of the day, it's all just a fight between two great wizards, Dumbledore and Voldemort, and all of them are just flags, just of different importance.

It's like the panting Perkins who just ran away, as long as a person with a brain knows that he must be Dumbledore's man, otherwise how would he know that Weasley would take Harry to their office to rest, and why would he rush over to deliver the news?

But none of this had anything to do with Harry himself, and when he panted and pushed open the heavy iron door, he was too frightened to notice what was happening around him.

The deep dark room that Harry had walked into was all too familiar to him, and he recognized it. Not only had he seen it before, but he had been here before. This was where he had seen in Dumbledore's meditation basin, where he had witnessed the Lestrange couples being sentenced to life in Azkaban, the Karkaroff trial, and Barty Jr.'s arrest. According to Sirius, he was also going to be tried here, but Barty Crouch thought he was too dangerous and threw Sirius into Azkaban.

Harry may have been slow at times, but even Harry realized that something was wrong, and that the case of casting spells outside the school was going to try him in the same place where the Death Eaters were tried?

The walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and eerie. On either side of him were rows of empty benches that were gradually rising, and in front of him, on the highest benches, many black figures appeared. They had been whispering all along, and an ominous silence fell as the heavy door closed behind Harry.