Hogwarts Shippuden

Anyway, it was nothing to do. Kyle sat at the director's desk and boredly began to look at the documents on the desk.

Now his mentality is the same as someone who doesn't have a mobile phone to play when he is squatting, and is bored looking for text to read everywhere.

It just so happened that the topmost piece of information on the table was about Harry's trial today for violating the Law on Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards and the International Confederation of Magicians Secrecy Act.

Out of curiosity, Kyle picked it up.

But before he could see how much, his... No, it should be the door of the director's office, Amelia, when there was another knock.

Well, why did he say "again"?

"Come in." The magic covering the vocal cords helped Kyle to perfectly disguise the original voice of the director.

I saw Percy, a traitor from Weslai's house, walk in.

"Ms. Burns," Percy respectfully handed a document to Kyle, "Mr. Fudge said Harry's trial will be brought forward to eight o'clock."

Kyle turned his head and glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already seven thirty-five.

Glancing back at Percy, Kyle couldn't help frowning in disgust when he saw that he was on the verge of speaking out.

"What else did Fudge ask you to tell me?" he asked impatiently.

Percy hesitated. "The location will be changed from your office to Courtroom Ten, and it will be tried by the Wizengamore Court."

Kyle snorted coldly, "Connelly has really come back as he lives, and he even managed to change the time and place of the trial."

This kind of tricks that not only look petty, but also have no lower limit, only Fudge can do it.

The three generations of Meguro Demon Kings with a particularly low moral bottom line would not bother to do such cheap things.

Hearing someone scolding his master, Percy immediately became unhappy.

"Ma'am, it's just a normal time change." But his voice was particularly unconvincing.

Kyle's voice was cold and cold, "You go back and tell Fudge that the location of Harry Potter's trial will remain the same, and it will still take place in my office."

"Ma'am, but Minister Fudge..."

Percy also tried to bring out the minister's name to force Burns to comply with Fudge's decision to change the venue of the trial.

But what he didn't know was that the Amelia Burns in front of him was actually the stuff of the three generations of Meguro.

When was Kyle afraid of Fudge?

He'd wanted to kill Fudge for a long, long time, and if it wasn't for Dumbledore's pressure, Fudge would have rotted and stinked long ago.

Even if it wasn't the Dark Lord stuffed Burns standing in front of Percy, but Burns himself, she wouldn't have the slightest fear of Fudge's ministerial title.

Kyle let out a harsh sneer, "When did the Ministry of Magic have to use a formal criminal court to try even a trivial matter of minors' use of magic?"

Percy's face turned liver-colored.

He wanted to open his mouth to justify Fudge's actions, but Ms. Burns had a point, and every word hit the spot.

He really couldn't think of any reason to justify Fudge.

Percy could only bow his head in silence, turned and left Amelia Burns' office.

Before closing the office door, Percy took a deep breath.

"Ma'am, whether or not you support the minister's decision, the time and place of Harry Potter's trial will be changed at the minister's discretion."

After that, he bowed slightly, and closed the office door and left without waiting for Kyle to speak.

Kyle resisted the urge to chase out and give Percy an Arvada.

He reached out and rang a bell fixed on the corner of the desk, and a crisp bell rang.

Moments later, an employee of the Division of Magical Law Enforcement knocked gently on the door, and after being granted permission, pushed the door open and walked into the office.

"Ms. Burns, what are your orders?"

Kyle looked down at the trial materials about Harry in his hand, and said without looking up:

"You wait in the elevator in the main hall. If you see Harry Potter, bring him and his defender to my office, okay?"

"Understood, ma'am." The employee stepped out respectfully.

…

At the same time, two figures appeared in the fireplace in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Snape, who was dressed in a black robe that never changed, stepped out of the Floo network fireplace with his weak, pitiful and helpless savior classmate.

Harry's face had an uneasy look on his face.

As they got closer and closer to the trial site, Harry only felt like his insides had been thrown into the washing machine, whirling wildly.

When he thought that the trial would not start until nine o'clock in the morning, he would have to wait another two hours at the earliest to know the final result of his trial.

Harry felt that the whole person was not well.

Because he has to spend two hours in this extremely uncomfortable mood.

He really wanted to find a solid shoulder to lean on, uh, a soft and cute girl's shoulder would be fine, as long as he was pretty enough, he wouldn't mind.

But there was only a black bat with a black body by his side.

Harry stayed away from Snape.

As they crossed the magic fountain in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic and were about to step into the elevator hall full of lifts, a panting Mr. Wesley stopped them.

"Severus, no, the Minister has changed Harry's trial time."

Snape's brows furrowed heavily. "When?"

"Eight o'clock, and the location has also been changed to the tenth courtroom on the bottom floor of the Ministry of Magic."

Mr. Wesley looked at his watch and exclaimed, "Hurry up! The trial is only ten minutes away from now!"

Snape didn't say a word, but his footsteps quickened a bit.

Because he was walking so quickly, the loose black robe on his body even fluttered in the wind, making it look more like a big flying bat.

As they entered the elevator, a stranger intercepted them.

"Hello, is that Mr. Potter and Mr. Snape?"

The old bat didn't answer. At this time, he was impatiently tapping the "down" button of the elevator, and he didn't mean to pay any attention to the other party.

Or Harry took the initiative to stand up, "Is something wrong?"

"Director Burns asked me to take you to her office for trial."

Snape's pounding of the elevator buttons stopped, his mean black eyes fixed on each other.

Harry was a little puzzled, "Isn't the trial held in the tenth courtroom under the Department of Mysteries?"

"That was Minister Fudge's temporary decision. Director Burns asked you to go to her office for trial as originally planned. She is already there waiting for the two of you."

A confused look appeared on Harry's face.

For a while, he didn't know who to listen to and where to go to be tried.

"Ms. Burns asked me to tell you, don't worry about the tenth courtroom, she is the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Division, her sentence to you is valid, even Minister Fudge can't change her judgment. result."

Snape made a decision immediately.

Instead of continuing to press the "down" button, he pressed "up" instead.

Soon, Harry and Snape, led by the Magical Law Enforcement Division employee, came to the Director's office.

"Sit down." A loud and deep voice came from the front of the two.

Amelia Burns' office had two more soft polished chintz armchairs than when the previous employee had left.

Harry sat down uneasily in the armchair.

At this time, Kyle leaned back and leaned on the back of the chair, his right hand resting on the armrest of the chair, and his left hand, which was also on the armrest, was holding his chin, looking at Harry in front of him with interest.

The way he sits now, he completely forgets that the Amelia Burns he replaces is an elegant lady.

Harry was a little nervous at the look in Kyle's eyes.

"Mr Potter, and Mr. Snape?"

"Hello, ma'am," Harry replied politely, despite his nervousness.

Kyle sat up a little, "Let's start now?"

"The Ministry of Magic has previously made a punitive decision to expel you from Hogwarts for breaching the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act."

Snape, the defender, spoke up, and UU read www. uukanshu.com "That was an accident."

"Attacked by Death Eaters, huh?"

Kyle spread out his hands, a look of indifference.

"The Ministry of Magic sent someone to look at Privet Drive, where you live, and there is no sign of a battle there."

Burns' words made Harry feel a little tempted to argue.

But he held back.

It is impolite to interrupt someone, especially when the person in front of him is his trial judge.

"You should have been expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, given that you were formally warned by the Ministry of Magic three years ago for using magic illegally."

Burns' words made Harry's whole heart twitch.

He finally couldn't help but defend himself, "That's..."

Kyle interrupted him, "But one of your teachers was adamantly against expelling you."

His eyes were firmly fixed on Harry.

Even with the blocking of glasses, the sharpness in his eyes was not weakened in the slightest.

Under such stern gazes, Harry, who was already nervous in his heart, involuntarily turned his eyes away and did not dare to look at him.

"what is the reason…"

Amelia's question brought Harry's heart to his throat.

"…to make Albus Dumbledore like you so much?"

The office suddenly fell silent.

Harry: ? ? ?

Snape: ? ? ?

After a full two seconds, Harry looked up in disbelief.

He had thought that he would hear something to harass him from the aggressive lady.

But he never thought that the last question this Ms. Burns asked would be this kind of question?

What kind of problem is this?

Harry was stunned, and he didn't know what to answer for a while.