All things are three at Hogwarts

Although Professor Snape was thoughtful, he nodded politely in response.

"Thank you for cultivating Alan. He has rich knowledge of potions." Mr. Harris expressed his sincere thanks.

"This is entirely the result of his own diligent study." Professor Snape replied simply. He had no desire to talk to Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris smiled slightly and politely took Alan to say goodbye to Professor Snape.

He successfully applied for the right to let Alan return home temporarily.

As long as Mr. Harris thought of his wife's excitement and excitement after seeing Allen, a warm smile could not help but appear on his lips.

Allen spent an extremely happy night at home. Whether it was the warm hugs from his family or the sumptuous food prepared by Mrs. Harris with skill and thought, Allen felt warm.

Allen spent a very peaceful night, but early the next morning, he was awakened by Mr. Harris's knock on the door.

"Wake up quickly, Alan, I received an urgent notice from the ministry. In order to avoid a more complicated situation, a surprise trial of Sirius and Peter Pettigrew is required."

Mr. Harris briefly introduced the situation. His eyes were black and blue, and he looked as if he had not slept all night.

"To avoid more complicated situations." Allen chewed on Mr. Harris's words while dressing and washing quickly.

Mr. Harris took Alan to the Ministry of Magic quickly. Instead of taking the complicated guest passage, he walked directly into the employee passage.

Alan did not ask any questions and followed Mr. Harris quickly into the Ministry of Magic. It seems that Mr. Harris's status in the ministry has indeed been greatly improved!

Allen followed Mr. Harris quickly through the empty hall and came to another smaller hall.

There were at least twenty elevators there, blocked by elaborate golden gates.

With a tinkling and clicking sound, an elevator descended in front of them.

The golden gate slid open gently, and Allen and Mr. Harris walked into the empty elevator.

"It's not a common sight. It's usually packed like a can of sardines," Mr. Harris joked.

He didn't want Alan to be nervous. After all, the place he was going to soon was the most gloomy and deep courtroom in the entire Ministry of Magic.

The other courtrooms have already been reserved, but this one is the only one free and can be used to urgently try the cases of Sirius and Peter Pettigrew.

The elevator descended quickly, and since there were only two passengers, it quickly reached its destination.

"Department of Mysteries." A cold female voice suddenly appeared, and fell into silence after speaking.

The elevator door opened with a bang, and what appeared in front of Allen was an extremely dark corridor, which was completely different from the brightly lit corridors above even if there was no one around.

The walls were bare, with no doors or windows, except for a simple black door at the end of the corridor.

Just when Alan thought that door was the end of the journey, Mr. Harris grabbed his arm and pulled him to the left, where there was a gap leading to a staircase.

"Come down, come down, be careful." Mr. Harris said, stepping down two steps at a time. "Even the elevator can't go down so deep... If there were no other options, I would really..."

They descended the stairs and ran down a corridor that looked exactly like the ones at Hogwarts that led to Snape's dungeon: rough stone walls, torches on brackets.The doors they passed here were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes.

Mr. Harris stopped in front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock.

"The Tenth Courtroom, yes, that's right here. Allen, are you ready?" Mr. Harris glanced at his son worriedly.

Although he knew Allen was excellent, in his eyes, Allen was just a child after all. In such a gloomy place, witnessing the games of politicians, watching the most serious court trials, and perhaps the most terrifying punishments, how could he Can you accept it?

Allen didn't know the content of Mr. Harris's concerns, but it didn't stop him from feeling his father's concern.

Allen felt warm in his heart, showed a bright smile to Mr. Harris, and nodded heavily.

With relatives he needs to protect, he is fearless.

Mr. Harris patted Allen on the shoulder, turned the heavy iron handle on the door, and walked into the courtroom.

Allen thought it was more like a dungeon than a courtroom.

The surrounding walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and eerie.

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

There is a chair in the center of the room that stands out. On the armrests of the chair are chains on the left and right.

The chair was clearly intended for the interrogators, as the chained chair was clearly visible from all seats.

An ominous silence fell as the heavy door closed behind Alan.

"Well, it seems we came too early and were the first!" Mr. Harris shrugged.

"But that's fine. For such deliberations, it is always more advantageous to arrive early than to be late." Mr. Harris explained that he felt that some unspoken rules of the magical world could be selectively disclosed to his intelligent son.

Just as Allen was thinking about the meaning of Mr. Harris's words, the heavy door opened again, and the sound of chaotic footsteps came.

At least a hundred people entered the courtroom in a dark atmosphere, as if they had made an appointment long ago.

In addition to the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, Mr. Crouch, who Alan had met that day, was also among them.

In addition to the Aurors in black robes, there were more than fifty wizards in purple robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left chest.

Among them, Allen saw a very familiar figure, Professor Dumbledore.

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

In such an important court hearing, it was only fitting that he be invited to attend.

Professor Dumbledore obviously also noticed Allen. His eyes flashed behind the crescent-shaped lenses, and he gave Elu a brief, but extremely encouraging smile.

Fudge nodded to Mr. Harris and Allen, and Crouch beside him had cold eyes and an expressionless face.