Hogwarts Everything is Three

Although Professor Snape was worried, he reluctantly nodded politely in response—at least by Snape's standards.

"Thank you for cultivating Alan, his knowledge of potions is very rich." Owen Harris thanked him sincerely.

"This is entirely his own diligent study." Professor Snape replied simply, he did not have the desire to talk to Irving Harris.

The keen Owen smiled and noticed the other party's state, and politely took Allen to leave Professor Snape-he successfully applied for the right to let Allen go home temporarily.

As long as Owen thinks of how excited and excited his wife Morgan Lefay will look after seeing Alan, the corners of his mouth can't help but hang a gentle smile.

Allen spent a happy night at home, whether it was the enthusiastic hugs of the family or the hearty food produced by her mother's ingenuity, all made Allen feel more warm.

But early the next morning, he was awakened by the sound of his father Owen's door.

"Wake up soon, Allen, I have received an urgent notice from the Ministry that in order to avoid more complicated situations, a surprise trial of Sirius and Peter Pettigrew is needed."

Owen briefly introduced the situation. He had black green right now, and it seemed that he hadn't slept all night.

"In order to avoid more complicated situations." Allen chewed on his father's words, dressing and washing quickly.

Owen took his son to the Ministry of Magic quickly, instead of taking the complicated guest passage, he walked directly into the staff passage.

Allen did not ask a question, and followed his father quickly into the Ministry of Magic. But judging from the expressions of other people around, it seems that my father's status in the ministry has really improved!

Allen followed his father quickly through the empty hall and into another smaller hall.

There are at least twenty elevators there, blocked by refined golden gates.

With the sound of Ding Ding Dangdang and clicks, an elevator descended in front of them.

The golden fence door slid open slightly, and the Harris father and son walked into the empty elevator.

"This scene is not common, it's usually crowded, like canned sardines." Owen joked.

He didn't want Alan to be nervous, after all, the place he was going to was the darkest courtroom in the entire Ministry of Magic.

The other courtrooms have already been set up, and only this one is free, which can be used to urgently try the case of Sirius and Peter Pettigrew.

The elevator descended rapidly, and as there were only two passengers, it quickly reached the destination.

"The Department of Mysteries." A cold woman's voice suddenly appeared, and fell silent after speaking.

The elevator door snapped open, and what unfolded in front of Allen was an extremely dark corridor, which was completely different from the empty corridors above which were brightly lit.

The walls were empty, there were no doors or windows, but a simple black door at the end of the corridor.

Just when Allen thought that door was the end of the trip, Mr. Harris grabbed his arm and pulled him to the left. There was a gap leading to a staircase.

"Come down, come down, be careful." Irving said, stepping down two steps in one step. "You can't even get down the elevator so deep... If there is no other choice, I really..."

They descended to the bottom of the stairs and ran down a corridor, which was exactly the same as the corridors at Hogwarts that led to Snape's underground classroom: rough stone walls with a torch in the bracket. The doors they passed here were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes embedded in them.

In front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock hung, Owen stopped.

"The tenth courtroom, yes, it is here. Ellen, are you ready?" Owen glanced worriedly at his son.

Although he knows Alan’s excellence, in his eyes, Alan is just a child after all. In such a gloomy place, he can witness the game of politicians, watch the most serious court trial, and perhaps the most terrifying punishment. Can you accept it?

Irving's concerns are not clear to Allen, but it does not prevent him from experiencing his father's care.

Alan's heart warmed, and he smiled brightly at his father and nodded heavily-he is even more fearless with his relatives who need to be guarded.

Owen patted his son on the shoulder, twisted the heavy iron handle on the door, and walked into the courtroom.

It's not so much a courtroom, Allen thinks it is more like a dungeon.

The surrounding walls are made of black stones, and the light from the torches is dim and gloomy.

There was a bleak and gloomy atmosphere in the room. There were no pictures or decorations on the walls, only the dense rows of benches around them, lined up in steps.

There is a chair in the center of the room, which is particularly eye-catching. On the armrest of the chair is an iron chain from the left to the right.

This chair is obviously for the trial person~www.NovelMTL.com~ The chained chair can be clearly seen from all the seats.

When the heavy door closed behind Alan, an ominous silence fell.

"Well, it looks like we came too early, we were the first!" Irving shrugged.

"But it's okay. To this kind of deliberation, it's always better to be early than late." Owen explained to his son that he felt that some unspoken rules of the magical world could be selectively revealed to his intelligent son.

Just as Ellen pondered the deep meaning of his father's words, the heavy door opened again, and chaotic footsteps came.

At least a hundred people walked into the courtroom as if they had made an appointment long ago.

In addition to Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, Mr. Crouch, whom Allen had met that day, was among them.

In addition to the Auror in black robes, there were more than fifty wizards in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on their left chest.

In it, Allen saw a familiar figure-Principal Albus Dumbledore.

Allen remembered the identity of Dumbledore. He was not only the principal of Hogwarts, but also the president of the International Federation of Wizards and the chief wizard of Wissengamer.

In such an important trial, it is also proper for him to be invited to attend.

Principal Dumbledore apparently also spotted Alan, his eyes flashed behind the crescent-shaped lenses, and a brief but encouraging smile was shown to Aylor-for Dumbledore Alan No matter what other purpose was behind this time, it finally helped him and the Order of the Phoenix he founded.

Fudge nodded to Harris and his son, Crouch beside him had cold eyes and expressionless expression.