Harry Potter: The Legend of Demigods

As the phone booth door opened, Dumbledore led Anakin and others into the Ministry of Magic. Professor McGonagall was already waiting there. Seeing Dumbledore, she walked over quickly.

The hall of the Ministry of Magic is like a magnificent magic palace. It is his first time to set foot in this grand and busy magic institution. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with sparkling golden symbols. These symbols are constantly moving and changing, like a mysterious starry sky, attracting the attention of all wizards and witches, making them feel as if they are in a fantasy interstellar world. .

The four walls are lined with glossy dark wooden boards, and are embellished with golden carvings and gorgeous fireplaces, making the entire hall look solemn and ancient. Each wooden board is engraved with complex magical runes, flowing with mysterious energy.

In the center of the hall is a magnificent fountain, with a group of pure gold statues erected in the pool, which should be the Magic Brothers Fountain. This fountain highlights the high status of wizards, placing them in the most exalted position, while other magical creatures are seen as servants of wizards. Anakin couldn't help but feel deep pity. Behind this fountain seemed to be a sense of dominance and superiority of wizards over other creatures. When those creatures disdained to compare with wizards, didn't this seem to be a kind of self-deception?

Dumbledore glanced at Anakin with interest, and then the group of them walked towards the row of golden doors at the end of the hall.

They joined the crowd and moved forward among the Ministry staff. As he passed the fountain, Harry saw many sparkling silver Sickles and Copper Nuts under the pool. Next to it was a stained small sign that read: All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. .

Under the leadership of Dumbledore, Anakin and others went to the front desk to register and conduct security inspections. Under a sign that read "SECURITY CHECK" sat a poorly shaven wizard in peacock blue robes. As they approached, he looked up and put down the Daily Prophet.

Dumbledore said kindly: "I have a visitor."

The wizard glanced lazily, then saw Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. "Oh, my God, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, what kind of wind brings you here." He suddenly became energetic.

Dumbledore replied: "We have come to attend the sentencing of Sirius Black today, and we have also come to the Ministry of Magic with these witnesses."

"Okay, who wants to be tested first? Professor Dumbledore, you actually... don't need to be tested. After all, no one can pretend to be you."

Harry stepped forward, and the wizard raised a long golden rod, which was as thin and flexible as a car's antenna. He used it to sweep Harry's chest and back from top to bottom.

"Give me your wand," said the wizard

Harry handed over his wand. The wizard dropped it on a strange-looking brass machine that looked like a single-plate scale. The machine began to vibrate slightly. A narrow strip of parchment spit out quickly from a slit in the bottom. The wizard tore off the paper and read the words on it.

"Eleven inches, the core is a phoenix feather, and it's been used for a year. Right?"

"That's right," said Harry.

"I'll keep this," said the wizard, striking the parchment on a small brass nail. "Take this back." He thrust the wand into Harry's hand.

"Thank you."

"Wait a minute," the wizard said slowly.

His eyes moved from the silver guest badge on Harry's chest to Harry's forehead. "Oh, my God, you are Harry Potter! The immortal boy! I actually helped the world-famous savior!" Harry was a little embarrassed, but smiled at him. The wizard was so excited that he almost fainted.

"Next one," the wizard said. Anakin stepped forward and held out his wand...

After everyone's wands were checked, Dumbledore took Anakin and others onto a magic elevator and began to descend underground. Perhaps out of respect for Headmaster Dumbledore, all wizards gave him enough space and did not squeeze into the elevator, so only Anakin and a few other students were in the elevator.

"I heard from my father that empty spaces like this don't happen very often. They're usually packed like sardines in a can," Ron joked, trying to hide his nervousness.

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

The elevator door opened with a bang, and in front of them was a gloomy corridor. This corridor was completely different from the corridors above. The walls were empty, there were no doors or windows, but there was a simple window at the end of the corridor. A simple black door. Dumbledore led them to a staircase leading from the gap on the left.

"Be careful, the stairs are quite steep. For safety reasons, the courtroom is designed to be shallower than the elevator." Dumbledore stopped in front of a black door with a large iron lock.

"Oh, this place is a bit creepy." Ron shuddered.

At this moment, Anakin heard soft crying coming from the waiting hall next to him. "Shh, keep your voice down, I thought I heard something, someone seemed...crying."

Haisha's face was pale, as if it brought back unpleasant memories. "I heard it too, should we go take a look?"

"This is the trial room, Minerva. Let's sit in the waiting room for a while and wait for the trial to begin." Dumbledore said.

The waiting room was very spacious and there were many people inside, most of them wearing the same clothes as Dumbledore, probably members of the Wizengamot Tribunal. Others seemed to be Aurors. An old woman was crying to the members of the Wizengamot Inquisition, clearly very distressed.

"Please! Please! Peter must be innocent. How can you put him on trial just because of the words of a few little wizards who have no evidence?"

"There are no marks on his hands. How can you say he is a Death Eater? He must have been wronged! He survived with great difficulty. How can you send a hero to Azkaban?" Woolen cloth."

Anakin frowned. What does this old woman have to do with Pettigrew? He looked carefully at the old woman. She looked about sixty or seventy years old. She was wearing a torn and old robe, leaning on A walking stick. She didn't look very tall, and she was holding a shiny golden thing in her other hand, which seemed to be a medal.

Perhaps hearing the sound of the door opening, the old woman turned her head and saw Anakin and his group in school uniforms. Her eyes were full of deep hatred, as if she regarded these young people as the culprits who had wronged her relatives. Her hateful gaze lingered on Anakin, as if to pin him in place.