Hogwarts Ordnance Manual

If someone asked what the smell of an antique revolver from 1956 was, Dudley couldn't describe it at the moment, but it was definitely much better than the dinner provided by the temporary detention center located on the second basement floor of the Ministry of Magic.

Of course Dudley would not arrest or escape. Unless he shot Nina away at that time and then walked away from home and wandered around the world, he would not have been able to escape the pursuit of the Ministry of Magic.

After sitting in the empty dark room for several hours with no one paying attention to him, he couldn't help but feel a little worried about Vernon and Petunia.

In his previous life, Li Mu's parents passed away when he was very young, but he was luckier than Harry. The orphanage that adopted him was kind to him. He got into a lot of trouble when he was a student, but most of them were good memories.Despite this, he still misses his "parents" immensely.

Although Mr. and Mrs. Vernon were a bit petty and a bit mean to Harry, they doted on Dudley, their biological son.Not long after he came to this world, Dudley also deeply felt the relationship with his parents, but there was no way he could live an ordinary Muggle life as Dudley.

Nina on the other side was not feeling well either. Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, was very dissatisfied with the process of the case she described. Of course, this dissatisfaction started when Nina acted without authorization and pursued the case single-handedly.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, what I tell you is true. You have to believe me!" Nina's injuries have undergone simple treatment. Her face is haggard, but her eyes are still firm and clear.

"This is not a trivial matter!" Scrimgeour's tawny hair trembled like a lion's mane, and his sharp eyes made Nina a little unable to resist. After all, she had just arrived in the Auror office as a trainee, and Scrimgeour was an adult. Veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles.

Nina just passed the academic qualification certification (including 5 newt course exams) and the stealth and disguise exams in May. According to regulations, she must pass three years of training and personality ability tests before she can become a real Auror.

Because of her excellent academic performance and the vintage Johnnie Walker (whiskey brand) of her good friend Robert Cummings, Scrimgeour reluctantly agreed to her internship in the Auror office. Of course, also because of her arrogance in the past few years. The number of registrations for the Luo exam has dropped sharply, praising peace.

But Scrimgeour never imagined that this little girl would go on her own to track down the bloodthirsty Linton who escaped from prison. If she made any mistakes, she really didn't know how to explain it to old Robert.

"First, you have been suspended. Don't argue with me again!" Scrimgeour's stern tone made Nina hold back her grievances. It was obvious that she was the only one who deduced the criminal's whereabouts, but no one in the action team Want to believe her.

"Second, although he is a Muggle child, no matter what method he uses to kill Linton, he must bear the consequences! After dawn, Mr. Minister will bring it to the Wizengamot for a verdict!" Scrimgeour finished. , waved her hand, and Nina could only walk out dejectedly.

Due to her suspension, Nina cannot stay in the Auror office and can only go home to wait for the notice of the hearing. As the only witness, she will definitely be summoned, but she has not thought of how to plead for the Muggle boy until now. .

Dudley didn't know the time in the small dark room. After sleeping for a while, he had nothing to do and had already started doing push-ups.Since he chose magic power instead of going back to his handsome appearance, he should lose weight on his own. Before time travel, he had to exercise and consume at least two thousand calories every day. After a year or two, he was confident of changing his appearance.

Facts always hit people in the face. Just after doing 11 times, Dudley was lying on the ground gasping for air. It wasn't that his arms were not strong enough, it was just that the load was too great.His stomach had been growling a few hours ago, and the one-kilogram revolver and the cold sandwiches provided by the detention center didn't make him feel full at all.

Dudley roared with all his strength and pushed himself up again. His veins popped out and his eyes widened. How could a real warrior shrink back due to physical pain?

While exercising, Dudley thought about the current situation. In the magical world in the book, all wizards will be registered by the local Ministry of Magic (or similar organizations) at birth to prevent underage wizards from having psychological problems or the outside world. He was persecuted and became an "Obscurial", and he was definitely not in the Ministry of Magic's files, so even if he wasn't caught by Nina, he had to find a way to get the Ministry of Magic to notice him.

However, Dudley is still worried about his fate. In the book, the Ministry of Magic handles cases without much fairness and justice. Except for Lao Deng and a few named people, most of the officials are traditional, conservative and high-sounding. Will they know that he is After becoming a wizard, he was thrown into Azkaban for murder?

Although he was distressed, Dudley had no resentment towards Nina. This girl had ignored his safety many times and blocked him in front of him yesterday. Dudley was still a little touched. Without her to attract firepower, Dudley would not have been able to kill her so smoothly. Guilinton, and catching herself is considered a duty, no wonder she.

It was probably on the afternoon of the next day that the guard opened the door to the cell. A young Auror with a gloomy face led another old man in. The old man was wearing a purple robe and an exaggerated hat that looked like a chef's hat. The headdress has a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left chest, which is very conspicuous.

"Muggle-Mr. Dudley Dursley, you have violated the relevant laws of the Ministry of Magic..." The old man looked a little arrogant, but he still said unhurriedly: "Mr. Minister has submitted it to the Inquisition for a ruling, please move on. Bar!"

"Mr. Woodward, you don't have to be so polite to him, he's just a Muggle..." The young Auror glanced at Dudley with disgust, as if Dudley had some infectious disease.

"Oh, Jeb, let's do it as usual..." Mr. Woodward raised his head and walked out first. As a member of the tribunal, if Minister Cornelius Fudge hadn't personally named him, he would never have come. Dirty detention center.

Jeb pushed Dudley's shoulder hard and escorted him down the long, dark stairs, at least ten floors underground, until he reached a heavy-looking iron door.

"Go in!" Jeb said with a bad tone. Dudley glanced at him sideways. He didn't know where he had offended him, but maybe some wizards just didn't like Muggles.

Dudley took a deep breath and pushed the door open. There was a lot of noise in the somewhat gloomy courtroom. There were at least forty or fifty wizards or witches in purple robes sitting around, and in the middle was a black screen. A lacquered chair, the kind with shackles.

Seeing Jeb bring Dudley in, the voices of people talking became quieter. Jeb roughly pulled Dudley to sit on the chair, and then locked his arms.