Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

July 20.

Today the weather in London is a bit gloomy, the dark clouds are very low, and lightning flashes occasionally, as if foreshadowing something.

However, British residents are accustomed to such weather in London.

However, a big thing is really happening in the magic world.

The British Ministry of Magic is located underground in the center of London, but today the area above ground where it is located has been cast with a large number of Muggle-repelling spells, and all shops are closed collectively.

When many ordinary people want to enter here, they will suddenly remember that they have other urgent matters for no reason, and they will leave in a hurry.

However, there are many people with strange costumes and strange behaviors pouring in here.

These people are naturally wizards, not only from the UK, but also from foreign wizards who have come from abroad to watch the excitement after receiving the news in the past five days.

They came in groups of three or five, talking and came to a temporary circular open-air building, queuing up and waiting to enter.

There were a large number of Aurors and strikers at the entrance of the building to maintain order and guide the tens of thousands of wizards who arrived one after another.

The patrol team in purple uniforms was not here for the time being.

A large number of traceless extension spells were applied to the trial venue, covering a large area.

The venue was high around and low in the middle, in a circular stepped shape. In the middle was a custody seat, surrounded by a circle of trial seats.

Sitting on these seats were Wizengamot councillors and law enforcement officials wearing tall hats and V-necks.

Both Burns and Pierce, the director and deputy director, were there.

Many of these councillors were fidgeting at the moment, with cold sweat on their foreheads and guilty looks in their eyes.

As for the circles of seats behind the trial seats, they were the viewing seats for ordinary people.

Gradually, this place was also filled with people, and noisy discussions continued.

"Hey, do you think the British are crazy? Even if they investigate corruption, they don't need to expose their own scandals, and they are not afraid of being laughed at."

"With your narrow vision, what can you understand? They are not afraid of embarrassment, which only shows that they are very determined. The lives of ordinary people in the UK will be much better in the future."

"That's right. I've been thinking about whether to immigrate here. The black-hearted bosses in France and the Ministry of Magic are all in the same family. It's useless for us to go on strike."

"Can we see Shoreblake today? I like his batting very much."

"Haha, so you are here to see Shoreblake, too, me too!"

"Why didn't I see those polite patrol members today? In my opinion, those Aurors should be disbanded on the spot. They were even mean to me just now."

"That's right. These Aurors don't catch criminals, not to mention that they show off their power. The patrol should replace them."

"......."

Just as the ordinary wizards were discussing various things, the audience at the door suddenly made a noise.

Everyone looked at them, and saw Dumbledore and Fudge walking in from the entrance together.

The two looked as if they had never secretly competed with each other before.

Now one of them was kind and gentle, and the other was smiling. They both nodded and waved to the people nearby, and they were very friendly.

When the two came to the main trial seat in the middle, they gave way to each other and tacitly agreed to give up the most central seat, and then sat down on both sides.

After being polite to the people nearby, Dumbledore refused to have an emergency discussion with Burns.

Amelia Burns, director of the Law Enforcement Department, is a capable witch with sharp eyes and a serious face. She is also very prestigious in the Ministry of Magic.

But when she saw Dumbledore being so perfunctory, she almost suspected that the other party was pretending.

Today's so-called public trial is all aimed at your people! Are you just going to watch it?

Dumbledore looked around at the crowds of people and the invisible will of the people, and turned to Fudge.

"You are doing a better job as a minister now. I just hope that the trial will be fair and selfless."

Fudge couldn't tell whether Dumbledore was really praising or mocking him, but as a qualified politician, he was thick-skinned as a city wall.

He smiled without any modesty.

"It's my duty as a minister to contribute to British wizards. Don't worry, we have carefully collected evidence for the suspects and will never wrongly accuse any good person."

Burns said unhappily.

"I'm afraid that the objects of your trial are targeted. I remember that there are many black wizards with criminal records in the newly built pentagram. Minister, when will we arrest and try them?"

Although Fudge's eyes twitched, he still said righteously.

"This trial meeting is mainly to focus on rectifying the atmosphere within the Ministry of Magic. When the Ministry of Magic becomes healthier and more sunny, it will naturally be like the sun.Drive away all the darkness in Britain. "

Burns was stunned by Fudge's high-sounding words.

She really didn't know how to refute for a moment, and secretly sighed that Fudge's words were getting more and more fluent.

Dumbledore saw that Burns couldn't win the argument with Fudge, so he interrupted the topic at the right time.

"Where are the patrolmen?"

Fudge pointed to a downward passage next to the seat where the prisoners were guarded in the middle.

"Some of them are guarding the prisoners, and some are mixed in the crowd to prevent possible disturbances. After all, although our public trial this time is just, it has set a bad precedent and may be disrupted by some people with ulterior motives."

Dumbledore nodded in approval.

"Well, it's very thoughtful. "

He wanted to ask Shaw why the real boss hadn't arrived yet, but he heard a louder noise at the door.

Then he heard countless witches screaming like crazy, as if they were about to break their throats.

"Look, Shaw Black is here!"

"Shor, I love you!"

"Shor, look here, look at me, look at me!"

Dumbledore didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and turned to look.

Shor was wearing a white suit with purple patterns, a standing collar and buttons, tight sleeves and a waist.

He was noble and elegant, and his eyes were as warm as jade.

His momentum seemed to tear a crack in the low-hanging dark clouds, and a ray of sunlight happened to hit Shaw, gilding him with a thousand-foot light.

Shor's appearance instantly set off the whole scene.

He was followed by two rows of purple-robed wizards, all of whom were full of energy. This man was well-trained and immediately stepped out to intercept those who had already rushed over. Enthusiastic witch.

This is exactly like a prince traveling and being welcomed by the people.

And high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic such as Fudge and Pierce also hurriedly stood up to greet him.

Dumbledore sat still, his eyes flashing with various thoughts under his blue glasses.

Worry and relief intertwined.

Combined with the shape of the venue today, it only lacks a fire escape protection, which makes it look more and more like a scene from decades ago.

Burns asked in confusion.

"Principal, are you really so confident that Shorblack has grown so much?"