HP Dark Hero

?After seeing off Blaise, Harry forced himself to get some extra sleep.After waking up, he spent most of the morning deducing the possible situation with a headache, and estimated the time in his heart, trying to be aware of all the changes, but the Auror who rushed him out of the dungeon broke all preparations.

The Aurors shoved him roughly, tore Harry out of his dungeon, and marched him to the Wizengamot Court.

The trial had been brought forward for some reason unknown to him.

He was pushed forward by the silent Aurors, and from the chatter of the people who passed by in a hurry, Harry learned that the early decision was very temporary, it was even supposed to be held in the early hours of this morning, the reason why Harry was here The extra half morning in the dungeon was all because the 50 members of the interrogation team urgently summoned by the Wizengamot needed time to arrive.

A 40-year-old Auror led the way. He didn't know how many things were involved behind Harry's being pushed to the Wizengamot court, so he fulfilled his task responsibly.Halfway through, Harry asked to go to the bathroom. The Auror wanted to refuse his request to avoid complications, but subconsciously nodded in agreement because of the young man's eyes.

He went in for a short time, and when he came out his face was a little pale, but his expression was still calm.The Auror carefully inspected him for signs of objects or spells that suddenly appeared on his body, and then led the man forward.

In the following journey, Harry showed a high degree of cooperation, quietly and steadily walking under the vigilance of the Aurors, followed the leader through the corridors that had many similarities with the dungeon, passed door panels with iron bolts, walked Enter one of the slightly open heavy doors.

Harry was pinned to a chair facing forward, nailed to the very center of the courtroom.

The shackles and belts hidden by the chair rattled when he sat down, and the crisp sound echoed coldly in the space, but the Auror who escorted him in did not leave, and several people scattered around the seat to monitor him every move.

When he just sat down, a waiter came forward with a tray and stuffed a small round bottle straight in front of him.

"Your Excellency, in order to avoid some unpleasant surprises in today's hearing and ensure fairness and authenticity, I hope you can drink this bottle of Veritaserum." The waiter explained politely.

Harry slowly shifted his gaze to the other person.

The waiter was dressed in standard attire, with an ordinary appearance, nothing to impress.Noticing Harry's vaguely scrutinizing gaze, the other party nervously confirmed his attire, and inadvertently touched the pocket square in his breast pocket, revealing the strange symbols embroidered on the inside of the small square of fabric. Harry reached out to take the overly plain small round bottle on the tray, and secretly brushed the bottom of the bottle with his little finger, and sure enough, he felt a notch on the bottom that resembled the English letter 'S'.

In the standard smile of the other party thanking you for your cooperation, Harry raised his head and drank the potion in one gulp.After a short period of coolness, the covered magic power stretched out, warmly flowing along the blood vessels, and the spirit that was slightly sleepy due to Lucius' potion lifted a lot.

Seeing Harry staring at his hands and making fists, the waiter immediately waved his wand, and the shackles hidden by the side of the chair bounced and shackled Harry's wrists and ankles as if alive, and firmly restrained Phoenix, who was bloodthirsty and cruel in the eyes of the interrogators From a distance that makes them feel safe.

All of a sudden, the bright light was completely dimmed, and the clusters of fires that replaced it were lit up, and the sound of chaotic footsteps was heard, and dozens of figures entered the interrogation court to sit down.

"Okay," said a icy voice, "thank you members for responding to this urgent hearing—now that the accused is in his place, we can begin."

Then another voice took over, announcing in a flat, dull voice: "On July 7th, a disciplinary hearing will be heard against defendant Phoenix - whose identity is not recorded with the Ministry of Magic - for breaching the following regulations..."

Harry listened for a while, and quickly realized that most of the crimes were long and difficult to understand, even ambiguous and confusing.Harry was more curious about who could find so many violations for him in such a short period of time than what charges they had thrown at him.

The courtroom was made up of jet-black and heavy masonry. At this moment, only a few dimly lit torches were lit, hanging high on the wall. There were many rows of benches on both sides of Harry, most of them were vacant, and the top tier was occupied by the 50 members who had just entered. Harry had to squint to make out the silver W badges on the chests of the members in the dark, and the rolled brown paper in their hands, which was probably his guilt.

He wondered idly if the Ministry had assigned Hands of Glory to everyone, otherwise in such a dark environment, Harry wondered if anyone could actually see what was on the parchment.

Due to the lack of light, Harry could only simply glance at the faces of the members. Judging from the blurred outlines, the chief wizard sitting on the seat was not Dumbledore, and Harry did not recognize any of the other participants.This is very strange, because the Minister of Magic and the Deputy Minister of Magic should be on the list, but Harry only saw some middle-aged wizards wearing tall pointed hats, short wizards with mustaches, or young men clasping their bead bags. old witch.

It took a while before Harry realized that the wizard above was asking him questions.

"………?"

"Sorry, I didn't hear the question."

"..." The other party paused for a moment, then briefly repeated, "Phoenix, do you admit to violating these regulations?"

"Ministry of Magic regulations..." Harry chuckled coldly, "Yes."

"Are you doing these things of your own volition?"

"Yes."

"Are you fully aware that your actions have affected a large number of Muggles, not just wizards?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever harmed any of the following people—" the other party read a long list of names, "—and threatened their lives or even endangered their families?"

"I'm not sure."

"'You are not sure,' meaning you deny their testimony? Or do you deny that you committed these events?"

"I'm not sure," Harry said slowly. "It doesn't mean I don't."

"Are you trying to argue—that there was an external force that manipulated and influenced your will through coercion, temptation, and even illegal means such as the Imperius Curse?"

"Not really. I don't know who the people listed are. Just pointing this out as a show of cooperation: I don't know all of the people who were killed." Harry answered matter-of-factly.

The figures in the top row were swaying, and small whispers sounded, discussing the young man who admitted his crime without hesitation.

Through the heavy black door, the corridor outside the trial court suddenly became agitated, with subtle sounds pouring in like a tide, and it became louder and louder.The members of the Wizengamot in the court did not respond with indifferent faces, as if they were more obsessed with discussing whether Harry killed a family of three or only two of them than what happened outside. , and the last person was simply too unlucky.

The Auror by the door quickly cast a spell to silence the sound.In the ominous atmosphere, the alarm bells in Harry's heart rang loudly, realizing that he couldn't stay here and listen to their slow discussions one by one, he made a sudden struggle, and knocked away from his side while the shackles that were deliberately left open The Auror kicked hard on the table and turned over, avoided the stun spell and jumped onto the bench, and with a cry of exclamation, he roughly tore off the wizard closest to him, crossed his arm across the other's neck, and threw the young Auror The old witch held hostage in her hands.

The members screamed and started running in all directions, rushing towards the gate, or shouting angrily.

"Put her down!" an Auror yelled.

He was raising his wand, and Harry turned slightly to the side, blocking the old witch in front of him, and suddenly faced the sharp red light on the tip of the Auror's wand, the witch let out a high-pitched scream, her white hair was disheveled, and almost died of fright on the spot , the Auror could only lower his hand while gnashing his teeth.

Harry raised his hand, his wrist turned in a smooth arc, "Flying wand!" he yelled, and a wand flew into Harry's hand among the chaotic crowd.He pressed his wand steadily against the witch's temple, and the witch was speechless in horror, panting violently, fingers clasping Harry's arm on her neck.

Using the old witch as a shield, Harry retreated all the way. With a wave of his wand, he smashed and scattered the Aurors who had not yet formed a formation. He took advantage of the situation and rushed out of the gate, taking the hostages and escaped from the courtroom.

As soon as he left the chaotic courtroom due to his actions, Harry immediately cast the Disillusionment Charm on himself and the old witch, slipped lightly and quickly into the vacant utility room, and closed the door behind him.

After Harry carefully put him down, the old witch didn't cry for help nervously or look for a chance to escape, but rummaged through the small bag the size of her palm.

Harry cast the Ignore Charm and the Warning Charm on the door panel, then turned his head and smiled and thanked, "Thanks, Mione."

The old witch happened to find a bottle of potion from the small bead bag, she drank it, and the repeated potion took effect immediately. Girl, the original loose gown fit just right.

Hermione tousled her hair and smiled friendly, "Hi, Mr. Personality II. How did you recognize me?"

Harry laughed, but calmed down quickly, "Hello, Miss Granger. I saw your bead bag. What's going on outside?"

"Time is running out, so I'll make a long story short," Hermione said very quickly, "Your story was published in the papers, and we were prepared to assist you in your escape, but the news leaked out somewhere, and the Death Eaters were in the Ministry of Magic. Some members were intercepted outside, except for me—I slipped in with thestrals. Now the streets are full of Death Eaters running around, and Harry and the rest of the Order are outside. I'm in charge of taking you out. "

Harry pursed his lips, bowed his head in thought for a while, then shook his head.

"We're going to the Department of Mysteries."

"What?" Hermione froze, a vague nervousness starting to show on her face.

"One morning, enough for Voldemort to react." Harry said with certainty, "Potter and the others have probably been transferred to the Department of Mysteries by now."

"You mean—"

Harry said quietly, "The war has begun, Mione."