[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Regulus was lucky enough to meet Dumbledore in the corridor on the third floor leading to the principal's office.He called Dumbledore eagerly, and walked over quickly, looking anxious.

"Dumbledore!" he said in a hurry, without controlling his volume too much for a moment, "Arthur brought news to the Order of the Phoenix that Eli's court trial was brought forward tonight—"

"My dad?!" Ron said in amazement, and Harry and Hermione quickly covered his mouth.The three of them shrank nervously behind the corner, eavesdropping on the conversation over there.

"I got a call back in the office just now, Sean." Dumbledore interrupted him and said succinctly, with an astonishingly dignified expression.

"In my impression, there have been no evening trials in the past few decades." Dumbledore said, "This is not a normal phenomenon, and I don't think that the sudden one-day trial will bring any subversive results. This decision is too abnormal to make any sense. There is no time to discuss a more appropriate countermeasure, Sean, we must go and see now to grasp the latest situation."

"I thought so too." Regulus whispered, frowning deeply, "We're going to the Ministry of Magic now—I asked Arthur to go back to Sirius to pick him up. Decided, I am really afraid that Sirius will rush into the trial hall to take Eli away on impulse, then the fair atmosphere of resistance that Eli has painstakingly arranged will completely lose its due effect."

"It's not the worst case," Dumbledore said softly, sighing heavily.

"Worst of all, we can't get Eli back - Voldemort is hiding behind the Ministry of Magic, and Eli is in the hands of the Ministry of Magic. His approach is too bold and too risky, we can only hope It's because he didn't lose in the confrontation with Voldemort. Let's go, Sean, time is short."

Regulus nodded, they quickly passed through the corridor and the grass, and the figures quickly disappeared.Behind them, Harry, Ron, and Hermione huddled around the corner of the corridor, looking at each other, their faces pale.

"Oh my God, Harry, Professor Smith's court hearing has been rescheduled to tonight." Hermione whispered, looking at the time outside with a worried expression on her face, "This is not a normal time - who would want to talk to the other party?" Professor Smith's trial was scheduled to take place when no one was around? They—they did it on purpose—"

"I don't know where my dad got the news from." Ron said, taking a deep breath, "It's possible anywhere, and he's always been very popular. The Ministry of Magic has been going downhill for the past few years. The newly appointed Minister Scrimgeour is getting more and more weird. He was originally an upright and stubborn Auror who was not likeable, and his reputation was similar to that of Moody, but now he is more and more on the side of pure-blood wizards. Looks like one of Voldemort's lackeys. I doubt what my dad heard is true, they're going to do something nasty again."

Harry took a deep breath, collected himself, looked at his two friends, and lowered his voice.

"So what should we do now?" he asked in a low voice. "Calm down, what can we do? Uncle Eli is locked up in the Ministry of Magic, and we haven't heard anything about him for a week. I don't know." , Isaac and Dorothy didn't know, and neither did Aunt Petunia. Generally, people who are arrested, if there are people outside who are willing to run around, can always meet with the people inside, because no one is there before the trial. Convicted, just suspected. But not this time, do you understand? We haven't been in touch with Uncle Eli for a week."

"I understand that this is definitely not a good thing..." Hermione murmured, her face pale, a little stunned by his question, "Although I understand, but...but what can we do? I don't understand... "

"What do you want to do, Harry?" Ron looked at him, realizing that he had an idea, "tell me and see if we can help."

"We can only wait for passive results in the school." Harry lowered his voice, "The adults of the Order of the Phoenix have their own concerns, they have not openly violated the law, and there are limited things they can do. Maybe we should help with some things Done, we are DA, we should do what we can."

for example?Ron and Hermione both looked at him.

"The Ministry of Magic wants to hold a trial secretly, because it feels guilty about this matter." Harry walked back and forth a few steps, stopped abruptly, and turned to look at them, "So we should let more People know about it, and let it go from a sneaky secret affair to the center of everyone's attention-"

"Newspaper!" Hermione exclaimed, but then she showed anxiety, "No, Harry, we did prepare a new school newspaper, but we were originally scheduled to publish it the day after tomorrow, and the front page was reserved for Professor Smith The results of the trial, the newspaper has not yet been fully prepared..."

"No, the papers are coming too late," said Harry firmly. "We need leaflets to let everyone know about the early hearing - the owls are too late, we need to get the news to everyone in time!"

The small space behind the corner of the corridor fell silent, and no one spoke for a while.

"You mean," said Ron hesitantly, "we go out of school to hand out leaflets? But we should go out... no, how do we get out? If you're going to Diagon Alley, it's too far from school, I Knowing that your father and Sirius told you several secret passages in the school, but I don't think they can let us go directly to Diagon Alley."

Yes, that's simply not possible.Harry's feverish head calmed down a bit, but Hermione bit her lip and glanced at him at this moment.

"I don't know if this is right..." She looked at the two boys and said hesitantly, "But maybe, if we have to do this right away, we can ask other DA members, or try to ask for help Room?"

Half an hour later, more than a dozen DA members crawled out of the fireplace at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix in Diagon Alley, each with a dazed look on their faces.

"I never thought that the Room of Requirement could do this." George said with emotion, his face full of wonder, "What a magic, I don't think I can understand all the mysteries in it in my whole life, I just hope to discover more of the magic and apply it to my trick product business..."

"Blocking the way, George," said Fred behind him, pulling him aside, "you're making it sound like the Room of Requirement sent us into the fireplace at Order headquarters, and it just opened a road to the pig's head." It's just a secret passage in the bar, we want to thank Aberforth who sent us here. This really surprised me, he usually looks quite fierce."

"Why do you usually go to the Pig's Head Bar?" Cedric asked curiously, pulling his girlfriend Qiu Zhang out of the fireplace.

"We're not you. We usually just go to Madam Puddife's teahouse for a long time..."

"Thank you for your brave colleagues." Isaac came out of the fireplace, and walked quickly to the door to investigate the situation with great mobility. Be sure to contact each other when you're here—alright, Aberforth dismissed the people on duty, let's go out now, keep your voice down, and don't let too many people find out."

"Who's on duty today?" Ron asked, and he and Harry Hermione got together spontaneously.

"It's your mother," whispered Dorothy, looking out.

Ron gasped suddenly, as did the other two Weasley brothers.They tiptoedly opened the window, gave themselves Wingardim Leviosa, and quietly turned out from the second floor of the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, and came to Diagon Alley.

Running out openly during school, this feeling of panic and a little excitement, is a new experience for everyone.They each took a few drops of aging potions (the clothes and potions were sponsored by the House of Requirement), and made some changes to their appearance with George and Fred's experimental biscuits, most of which were unsuccessful and looked too funny, But don't care about that now.

They ran in Diagon Alley, and the leaflets scattered into the sky like snowflakes, and were sent to every wizard who passed by. The students shouted over and over again.

"Eli Smith's trial has been moved forward to tonight—what is the Ministry of Magic up to? What kind of verdict are they trying to make quietly in the dark? The trial has already begun, and we need a transparent result!"

"Today?" The wizards who got the flyer and heard the voice looked at each other in astonishment, "Isn't it tomorrow? That's what the school newspaper said—suddenly earlier?"

"It doesn't sound like a good thing, but now that the news is out, maybe we should witness the result. The gate of the Ministry of Magic headquarters is not far from Diagon Alley, is it?"

"It makes sense, I just happen to be fine."

Under the publicity and movement of the students, more and more wizards began to talk about this matter.They showed strong concern and approached the gate of the Ministry of Magic built on Diagon Alley. They gradually gathered into a huge crowd.

The last twilight of the dusk faded quietly, and the night emerged, enveloping everyone.The wizards, whose wand-tips shone with illuminated lights and dotted the door of the Ministry of Magic, came together from all directions to await the outcome of the trial.

"There seems to be a lot of people gathered outside the gate?" In the Ministry of Magic, a wizard who finally noticed this strange scene looked stunned.

"I think they are waiting for a fair result." Petunia Evans said calmly, looking straight into his eyes with firm eyes.

"—we're all the same."

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Thanks Hagiwara Kenji and Li Zeyan for the cat's landmine, the pale BT man's grenade~