The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

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They continued to follow the locket and walked up a dusty staircase. It creaked when they stepped on it, as if it was about to fall apart.

There was an open door, and the locket was guiding them through it, when they heard movement behind it: a low moan, and then a purring sound, deep and loud, like a contented cat.

When they entered, they saw a luxurious four-poster bed, the curtains around it were covered with dust, and Crookshanks lay prone on the bed, whining loudly in satisfaction at the sight of them.

"Crookshanks, why are you here?" Hermione shouted in surprise.

At this moment, a black shadow burst out of the window and ran out in a leap.

"No need to worry." Professor Dumbledore calmly stopped a few people who wanted to take a look, led them downstairs again, and then violently broke open the door of the Shrieking Shack.

Professor Snape was seen holding his wand in his hand, confronting a man with a mess of dirty, tangled hair hanging down to his elbows.

If the eyes hidden in the deep, dark sockets did not shine, he might be regarded as a corpse.

The waxy skin clung to the skeleton of his face, looking like a skull. At this moment, he was grinning with yellow teeth. He was Sirius Black.

Harry's chest was boiling with hatred now, so there was no place for fear to rest.

For the first time in his life, he longed for the wand back in his hands, not to defend himself, but to attack, to kill.

He rushed forward separately, not knowing what he was going to do. However, there were sudden movements on both sides of him, and two hands grabbed him and dragged him back. "No Harry" Hermione whispered to him fearfully.

Harry spat and tried to break away from Rolf and Hermione's hands, but how could his small body escape from Rolf's hands?

"You're a murderer who killed so many Muggles without a care in order to get Peter Pettigrew.

What does it matter if you go crazy in Azkaban?" Harry seemed extremely angry, but he was unable to make any move under Rolf's hands.

"Harry, listen to him and calm down." Rolf patted his back, hoping that he could calm down his excitement.

"He killed my mum and dad" Harry yelled, struggling hard and trying to break free again, but it was still to no avail.

Harry looked at him. A black and blue scar was appearing around Black's left eye. His nose was bleeding, as if he had been punched by Snape.

Black stared at Harry with his deep-set eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "I don't deny this," he said calmly, "but if you knew the whole story"

"The whole story," Harry repeated, a sharp pounding in his ears. "You betrayed them to Voldemort. That's all I need to know."

One day later, a group of people arrived in front of the Magic Department. Some were young Hogwarts wizards in uniforms, some were professors with serious faces, and there were several dharma bodies in Wizengamot uniforms surrounding them.

Interestingly, a petrified statue was floating behind them, like a child holding a balloon at a playground.

Rolf and the others were standing in a long, splendid hall with shiny dark wooden floors.

The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board in the sky.

The four walls are decorated with glossy dark wooden boards, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden boards.

Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard popped out of one of the fireplaces to the left.

On the right, there are several people queuing in front of each fireplace, as if waiting to leave.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain, and in the middle of a circular pool stands a group of solid gold statues that are larger than life.

It was a statue of two male wizards, the tallest of which was a noble wizard, holding his wand high and pointing straight to the sky.

He was showing an air of being the only one in the world, which made Rolf feel very disdainful.

Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house elf, all of whom looked up at the two wizards with admiration.

Glittering jets of water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the arrowhead of the centaur, from the tip of the goblin's hat, and from the ears of the house-elf.

There were the sounds of ding-dong-ding-dong, rushing water, the popping and popping sounds of people apparating, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of witches and wizards.

But they all had the lifeless expressions on their faces that were typical of office workers, and they strode towards the row of golden doors at the end of the foyer.

"This way." Professor Dumbledore said.

When passing the fountain, Bud saw many sparkling silver Sickles and Copper Nuts under the pool, and a stained small sign next to it read:

All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

Rolf cursed in his heart: Why does the magic world still believe in making wishes?

They left the stream of Ministry staff heading towards the golden door and stood at a table on the left.

Under a sign on the table that read "Security Check" sat a wizard in peacock blue robes and a clean shave.

As they approached, he raised his head and put down the Daily Prophet in his hand. His initially impatient expression quickly became enthusiastic after seeing the person coming.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Nice to meet you, Professor Dumbledore." The wizard said happily after seeing Professor Dumbledore.

"We are here to attend this Wizengamot Tribunal," said Professor Dumbledore.

"Come over here." The wizard said, guiding everyone to line up on the other side.

Rolf and the others walked up to him one after another, and saw the wizard holding up a long golden rod, which was as thin as a car's antenna and very flexible. He used it to pierce several people's chests and backs from top to bottom. Scanned again.

But when it was the turn of Peter's stone statue, the wizard seemed a little embarrassed and said: "Professor, this is"

Dumbledore had no choice but to lift the petrifying spell on Peter. Anyway, he shouldn't be able to escape from the Ministry of Magic's headquarters.

Peter, who regained his mobility, did not struggle as Rolf expected, but quietly accepted the examination. It seemed that he was under the control of the Imperius Curse.

After they all checked their wands, they walked towards the elevator. With a tinkling and clicking sound, an elevator landed in front of them.

The hearing on Sirius's escape from prison will be held in the Judgment Hall on the tenth floor underground of the Ministry of Magic.

The Wizengamot is the highest court in the British wizarding world, consisting of approximately fifty members. Its highest officer is called the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot.

The chief mage of the Wizengamot this time happens to be Professor Dumbledore, and almost everyone knows this.

Because of this, the Wizengamot is also the most authoritative wizarding court in the world.After all, no matter how strict the law is, it requires strong force to be enforced to be effective.

And Dumbledore happens to be the most powerful wizard of our time.

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