The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

As the exam day approached day by day, not many people paid attention to the grievances and grievances between Blake and Peter.

"What's none of my business? Anyway, I know that Sirius is innocent now, and Peter Pettigrew is the real culprit... Better learn Potions more! Old bats don't care about these things!"

Wayne hugged his girlfriend Fawcett, who was one year older than himself, and seemed to have seen through the evils in this world, and didn't care about such things 12 years ago...

Well, in fact, it was Fawcett who urged him every day with a book, so that he could only focus on his studies and... his girlfriend, who was the first one at the time.

As roommates, Cyrus, Justin, and Ernie despised this, because Wayne would grab a few people to fill in the rumors about Sirius every night when he went back to the dormitory.

"I've decided! I'm going to be a prefect in the fifth grade!" Hermione suddenly put down the book and knocked on the table in Cyrus' direction.

"The great Queen Ravenclaw, can't the minister not satisfy you anymore?" Cyrus instantly used the force to lift himself and the chair over, and hugged his girlfriend who was one year older than him.

"It's just the head of the club!" Hermione tugged at her arm in distaste, but she couldn't pull it out and didn't bother to move it. "And...prefects have a special bathroom! Damn it!!"

That was her real intention: the prefect's bathroom.

What prefect... She has no interest in this kind of power that is the most boring in the school and can only be used among students. Now she is just the club minister, and when she speaks, she is more effective than the prefect.

This is the love and respect for her and him from the wizards who are also students... and thanks, which is more effective than any prefect...

George and Fred may not listen to the president of the student council, let alone other prefects, but they will definitely take Cyrus' advice into account.

"Cyrus...will be ready this Tuesday" Harry waited until the president and the vice president started their respective business, then ran up and whispered between the two, "The principal said that Sirius still has a public trial"

It's Monday... so it's Tuesday afternoon, the first public trial of Sirius in 12 years.

"What's the matter? Do you think we have too few exams?" Hermione frowned impatiently.

There are four elective courses alone, and there are four more exams and homework besides the compulsory courses. She and Cyrus had just sorted out part of the records of the potion experiment during the weekend.

Thinking of the 'potion experiment', Cyrus twisted his buttocks with a strange expression, shrank his neck involuntarily, and shivered.

"How are you and Sirius?" Cyrus hurriedly used the topic to suppress the memory that was about to break through the seal.

"Perfect! The Godfather is so cooool, the spell I hung Draco up last week was the most popular when he and Professor Lupine were young." Harry mentioned Sirius, his eyes sparkling.

After a long, close to two months of contact, he gradually approached Sirius.

In Harry's heart, this very handsome godfather who just gave him a Firebolt was too perfect... What he didn't get from Vernon's house, he got everything from Lupine and Black.

Even Cyrus had to admit that Lupine defended Harry...

"Okay, we will prepare it tomorrow, but I recommend Sirius to discuss it with the principal first." Cyrus stuffed the blueprint into Harry's hand, and motioned him to hand it to the Weasley twins.

While he and Harry were talking, Hermione teased Mercury the owl, whose black claws tore the pieces of fish Stitch gave him, Crookshanks and Stitch squatting Each shovels on the lap of the shit officer.

The only difference is that although Cyrus is holding Hermione's arm, Stitch is holding Crookshanks in his arms.

Cyrus guessed that it was probably because Crookshanks always liked to sue Hermione when he was wandering around Hogwarts, and Hermione grabbed him by the neck of fate every time.

"Do we have to go?"

"I'm afraid it is... After all, we are one of the witnesses." Cyrus put the "Prophet Newspaper" aside and covered it with a textbook, a little indifferent, "But it's nothing, we're just going through the motions"

The matter about Sirius has been reported since Fudge captured Pettigrew. The so-called public trial is just a formality, or even shirk responsibility.

Fudge can't just throw Peter Pettigrew straight into Azkaban like the Ministry of Magic did 12 years ago, because he is now the Minister of Magic, he doesn't need to shirk some responsibility and stand up as a good guy.

On the one hand, it is the pressure of Principal Dumbledore, and on the other hand, it is the pressure of the wizarding society.

"Fortunately, the exams are coming soon, so classes are over..." Cyrus rubbed his sleepy eyes, and leaned tiredly on Hermione's shoulder, "Where are we going to eat tonight... Hagrid? Or a book?" Restaurant? But I miss the mushroom soup of the horsemen..."

"Hmph... I'm afraid you're thinking of the centaur who makes mushroom soup?"

"What words? The conscience of heaven and earth~" Cyrus lamented in his heart, and he didn't know when the remaining 23 times would be used up.

At noon the next day, Cyrus had just had lunch, and before he could say a few words to Hermione, Professor Lupine came over. two people.

"Let's go, it's time for us to go." He led the two to his office, and came to Diagon Alley with Principal Dumbledore through Floo powder.

Then he walked into an abandoned Muggle red telephone box outside, only to see Principal Dumbledore dialing the number '62442'.

"Headmaster, I guess I don't have to go?" Lupine whispered sheepishly, while Harry and Sirius were still making their way.

"Why? Lupine... what are you worried about?!" Dumbledore didn't answer him, nor opened the door, but stopped when he pressed the last button, "The trial is for Sirius, not for you"

"But I..." Lupine opened his mouth, glanced at the couple beside him, and closed his mouth again.

"Do you mind?" the principal asked simply, turning his head, looking at Cyrus and Hermione.

"of course not!"

"Very good...it seems that you have nothing to worry about." Dumbledore shook his head playfully, and directly pressed the button, and the issued pass would fall out of the coin return slot, "Get ready, one...two. .three!"

The phone booth plummeted to the ground, as if dropped into another dimension, but there was no sense of weightlessness, and Lupine stretched his arms nervously to his sides.

Hermione was also startled by the sudden fall, and habitually grabbed Cyrus' hand, interlocking her fingers.

"Only employees of the Ministry of Magic can reach the main hall on the eighth floor through the Floo network or apparation... If you want to work here in the future, I'm afraid you need to get used to it in advance," said Dumbledore.

The main hall, located on the eighth floor, is the lobby and reception area of ​​the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic. The spacious and resplendent hall has a polished dark wooden floor.

The peacock-blue ceiling, inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, is constantly moving and changing, like a giant high-rise bulletin board covered with ancient runes.

There are many gold-plated fireplaces embedded in the walls on both sides. Judging from the flow of people entering and leaving, it is probably: the fireplace on the left is used for arrival, and the fireplace on the right is used for departure.

"The tenth floor... well, we have to go to the Department of Mysteries first." Dumbledore was very familiar with the structure here.

Lupine explained to the two of them: the courtroom needs to go through the corridor leading to the Department of Mysteries on the ninth floor and go down to the next floor.

They followed Dumbledore in the gray robe through the rough stone corridor, and saw him produce a bunch of keys, which opened one of the heavy wooden doors in the corridor wall.

Dumbledore took out his wand, and stroked the clothes lightly. The gray robe that he was familiar with instantly turned into a noble purple, and the Wizengamot wizard robe was embroidered with complicated patterns. There was a delicate embroidery on the left chest Silver 'W'.

Sitting in the middle represents the position of the chief magician.

"Nervous?" Lupine himself ate a piece of chocolate to ease his mood.

The surrounding walls were made of black stone, dimly lit by the torches, and surrounded by dense rows of benches, arranged in steps, so that the chained chair in the middle could be clearly seen from all directions. .

That is probably the exclusive throne of Peter Pettigrew.

"It's better to say it's familiar..." Hermione took a few deep breaths and raised her spirits, "It's not bad, it's smaller than the courtroom of the Magical Congress of America."

'What have you guys been through! ! ' Lupine complained silently in his heart.