Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 315 The Changed Courtroom - The Unexpected

The next day, the morning of August 1995, 8, Hera slowly got up from the bed. He was going to take Harry to the Ministry of Magic today, and Cowper had already ironed his suit and put it at the foot of the bed.Hera groped to put them on, and several portraits on the wall turned their heads knowingly, which made Hera very satisfied.

When he came downstairs, Harry was up. He had gotten out of bed and gone to the kitchen early in the morning.But this doesn't mean that Hera got up early, in fact, basically everyone was in the kitchen.They were all sitting there, fully dressed.Only Molly was in a purple dressing gown, and he was helping Harry straighten his T-shirts.

"How are you feeling, Harry?" Hera yawned and pulled up a chair and sat down.

Harry shrugged.

"It will be over soon." Hera picked up a cup of coffee on the table and took a sip. "Dumbledore has made arrangements. In a few hours, you will have nothing to do."

Harry said nothing.

"I told you earlier. It will be all right." Arthur also encouraged Harry. "The trial is on my floor, in the office of Amelia Burns. She is the head of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Department, and she will ask you questions when the time comes."

"Amelia Burns is fine, everybody says so," said Tonks, sincerely. "She's fair and will hear you out."

Harry nodded, but still didn't say a word.There was no doubt that his head was so overwhelmed with the matter of his trial at the Ministry that he couldn't think of a word to answer right now.

"Of course, as long as you don't lose your temper." Hera put down the coffee cup and said lightly, "Be polite and realistic. No one likes a subject who loses his temper."

Harry nodded again.

Lupine was also encouraging him, "The law will support you." Lupine said softly, "Even minor wizards should be allowed to use magic when their lives are threatened."

Arthur looked down at his watch and looked up at Hera. "I think we're about to start now," he said. "It's a little early, but I think Harry might as well go to the Ministry of Magic instead of hanging around here."

"Don't worry, Harry better eat some more, his hair is still a little curled up, please help him." Hera speeded up drinking coffee, he didn't want to go to the Ministry of Magic on an empty stomach, just happened to have a bunch of hair curled up on the back of Harry's head.

"I'll help him." Molly ran a wet comb through Harry's hair, pressing hard on the top of his head.

After a few minutes of 'fighting', Molly said desperately: "Is it possible for it to fit down?"

Harry shook his head.

"Okay, let's go now." Hera had already finished his coffee, and he got up with a sandwich in his hand.

"Okay." Harry said without thinking, put down the bread, and stood up.

"You'll be fine, Harry," said Tonks, patting Harry's arm.

"Good luck," Lupin said. "I'm sure everything will go well."

Harry smiled reluctantly, and Molly hugged him hard.

"We all cross our fingers for you," she said.

"Okay," said Harry, "so...see you later."

Harry and Arthur followed Hera upstairs. When passing through the hall, Hera glanced at the portrait behind the curtain, hoping that she could take care of the house, and it was best not to let them break up the house during the few hours he was away.

When they went outside, it was just dawn and the sky was gray and chilly.

"You don't usually walk to work, do you?" Hera asked as they walked briskly around the square, not wanting to get to the Ministry of Magic on foot, which would stain his specially prepared suit.

"Yes, I usually Apparate," said Arthur, "but apparently Harry doesn't, and we'd better get there by non-magical means. To make a better impression, Harry is on trial for"

Hera nodded. He put his hand in the pocket of his suit pants, holding his wand tightly inside.Fortunately, there was almost no one on the dilapidated street, but when they walked into the shabby, unremarkable subway station, they found that it was already full of commuters commuting in the morning.

It was difficult for Hera to restrain the curiosity in his heart. He looked at everything in the subway curiously, and the Muggle way was always full of novelty.

"It's incredible," Hera whispered, pointing to the ticket vending machine. "It's amazing."

"It's a ticket vending machine, you put money in it and it spits out tickets. I think so too, they're really funny." Arthur said with a smile, and he looked at the ticket machines with the same fondness.

"It's broken." Harry pointed to the sign.

"Yes, but even so." Hera said, and he and Arthur stood in front of the automatic ticket machines, looking at them with interest.

"I think we should buy tickets." Harry tapped on the table and bought a subway ticket from a sleepy-eyed concierge.Hera reluctantly walked away from the ticket vending machine, interested in the screens above them—even though they were now off.

Five minutes later, they boarded the Tube, which rattled them toward central London.Hera nervously checked the subway route map on the window.

"We're underground now, aren't we?"

"Four more stations, Hera, and three more stations, Hera."

Harry stared blankly at the two adult wizards who seemed to be in joy, and he quietly took a small step back. The passengers next to him looked at Hera and Arthur curiously, as if they hadn't seen such interesting people for many years.

They finally disembarked at a stop in central London, and they were pushed out of the Tube by countless well-dressed men and women carrying briefcases.They went up the escalator, passed the ticket gate, and came to a wide street with majestic buildings on both sides, and the street was already full of traffic.

Of course, if Hera hadn't wasted too much time at the turnstiles of the subway—because he went back and forth several times—they would have arrived sooner.

"What is this place?" Arthur asked blankly, but Hera looked even more blank. He had been to the Ministry of Magic a few times, but they were all apparated. He didn't remember how to get to the Ministry of Magic in the Muggle world.Just when he thought they were lost, Arthur immediately said, "Ah, yes. This way." Turning around, he led Harry into a side road.

If Harry hadn't remembered to tug on Hera's sleeve, Hera would have been forgotten in the crowded streets.

"I'm sorry," Arthur apologized, "I've never come here on the Tube, and to a Muggle eye, it's a whole different story. To be honest, I haven't used the guest entrance once before. You too, Hera?"

"If you mean the phone booth, I think I used it." Hera looked around curiously. He had almost never wandered the streets of London. It was Penello who took him shopping before. He didn't remember the way to London at all.

As they walked forward, the buildings on both sides of the street gradually became less majestic and magnificent than before.Finally, they came to a bleak little street with a few seedy-looking offices, a bistro, and a dump truck that was overflowing.Harry hadn't expected the Ministry of Magic to be here, he must have thought the Ministry was in a much grander place!

"Here we are!" Hera said happily. He saw a dilapidated red telephone booth—several pieces of glass were missing from the top, and the back was clinging to a messy wall. "If I remember correctly."

"Of course, if I remember correctly." Arthur was also very happy, and he looked at the phone booth carefully.

But after Hera looked at the phone booth carefully, his brows frowned, "Arthur, I don't think this small phone booth can accommodate three people. I think you can take Harry in here, and I will wait for you inside."

Arthur and Harry nodded.They entered the phone booth together, and Hera turned around and disappeared into the street.

Hera reappeared, already standing at the end of a long, resplendent hall with a polished dark wooden floor.The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board in the sky.The walls on all sides were paneled with dark, glossy black wood panels, and many gilded fireplaces were embedded in the wood panels. Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard suddenly appeared from one of the fireplaces on the left.And on the right, there are several people waiting in line at each fireplace to leave.

There were ding dong ding dong, splashing water, popping and popping apparition figures, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of witches and wizards.With the dead morning expression on their faces, they strode across the set of golden doors at the far end of the hall.

Hera only waited for a few minutes before Arthur and Harry arrived. They were caught in the crowd and walked towards Hera among the staff of the Ministry of Magic.

"Let's record it." Arthur pulled Harry and Hera towards a table to the left of the golden gate. Under a sign that said 'Security Check', sat a wizard in peacock blue robes with a dirty beard.As they approached, he looked up and put down the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"Long time no see, Eric, how are you doing recently?" Hera greeted the wizard, who had no intention of leaving his information on the record sheet.It was also a small privilege for Eric.

"It's not bad, but if the Ministry of Magic doesn't change the working hours, my mood will never get better." Eric said in a listless tone.

"By the way, Eric, I've brought a guest." Arthur said and pointed to Harry.

"Ha, they're all Hera's friends, just write down the names. Hera brought them here, don't worry." Eric muttered, his eyes moved from the silver guest badge on Harry's chest to Harry's forehead, "Wait a minute, this is?"

"That's right, it's what you think, but it's best not to stretch it." Hera said in a low voice. "He's in a little trouble right now."

"I heard about the Muggle community... right?" Eric whispered closer to Hera, and Harry looked at the two of them suspiciously.

Hera nodded and gave Eric a wink, which he immediately understood. "I understand. I understand. Come in quickly."

"Thank you, Eric," Arthur said decisively, grabbing Harry by the shoulders and leading him away from the table, back into the wizarding stream towards the golden door.

Hera followed through the elevator to the second floor, and they experienced many wonderful anecdotes. Hera suggested that he take Harry to the courtroom first. Arthur still had some work to do and he needed to go back to his office.

Harry sat nervously on a chair in the corridor, he looked around anxiously, but Hera was having a very speculative chat with a wizard next to him, at least they thought so.

Immediately afterwards, under everyone's surprised eyes, Mr. Weasley ran out, and he pulled Harry away, "Quick, they changed the time and place of your trial, we must get there as soon as possible."

Hera and the wizard beside him apologized, and hurriedly ran behind Arthur and the others. "What's the matter?"

"They changed the time and place—to the old tenth courtroom below at eight o'clock—" Arthur said quickly, and he pulled Harry into the elevator, and Hera quickly followed behind.

Every time the elevator stopped, Arthur would curse angrily and hit the button on the ninth floor with his fist.

"It's full of problems, those courtrooms haven't been used in years," Arthur said angrily, "I don't see why they'd choose to be there—unless—no, won't—"

"This is a conspiracy, there is no doubt about it." Hera's expression was heavy, and he was so gloomy that he almost didn't want to slip his hands.

"Come on, Harry, come on!" Arthur urged as the elevator doors clattered open.Hera followed them quickly down a corridor.This corridor is completely different from the ones above. The walls are empty, there are no doors or windows, but there is a simple black door at the end of the corridor.Hera thought they were going to go through this door, but Mr. Weasley took Harry by the arm and pulled him to the left, where there was a gap leading to a staircase.

And Hera. He slammed his head against the black door.
"Come down, come down," Arthur panted, one step down two steps, "even the elevator can't go down so deep, why did they get here, I really"

They went down to the bottom of the stairs and ran along a corridor, which was just like those underground corridors in Hogwarts, eerie.

"Tenth. Courtroom. I think we're almost there. That's right."

They stumbled to a halt in front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock. Arthur leaned against the wall exhausted, clutching his clothes on his chest and panting heavily.

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