[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Angel Kiss

The Ministry of Magic, London, England, the scene of the trial of whether Hogwarts fifth-year student Harry Potter should be acquitted of using the "Guardian" spell in front of Muggle relatives during the summer vacation.

Harry looked around nervously. The room was darker than he had imagined.The dim light of the torches cast elongated shadows on the black stone walls, extending ominous, slightly throbbing shadows.On the top row of the highest benches were many figures, their faces blurred in the darkness, all wearing plum-coloured uniform robes, each with a beautifully crafted silver "W" embroidered on the left breast.The leading man just glanced at Harry lightly, and he felt the biting coolness steaming from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.The feeling of absolute evil was fleeting, but he was pinned in place until an indifferent voice sounded in the trial court:

"Mr Potter, you're ten minutes late."

"I'm sorry," Harry swallowed, his voice trembling slightly, the lingering sweet smell in his throat just now, the burning sensation spread from his throat all the way to his lungs: "I don't know how time changes gone."

"It's not the jury's fault. The owl that notified the time change this morning arrived at Godric's Hollow on time at six o'clock in the morning, sir." The man sitting to the left of the Minister for Magic leaned forward, and Harry said I found that this person looked very young in appearance, with black jade-like hair hanging in front of his eyes, pale skin, and slender fingers. After receiving this notice, may I ask where you were at that time?"

Cold sweat oozes from Harry's head: "We, we are outside..."

"Sit down." The man chuckled: "Please don't be nervous, sir, we are not interested in your daily life at all."

Harry carefully sat on the edge of the chair, and the shackles on the armrests moved lazily a few times, making a feeble jingling sound, with no intention of binding him at all, and his previous memory as Headmaster Dumbledore The chains that bound the prisoner tightly by jumping up from the chair that he saw in the book were not at all like.He raised his head cautiously, and found that the jury was clearly divided into two parts, separated by a long row with a width of three vacant seats—this was a new discovery, since there was no such thing as a doorway so far away. Just can't see it.Some people cast secret caring and worried looks at him, or simply lowered their eyes and did not look at him. Others sat around the Minister of Magic and the person who just spoke, and they were like stars encircling the moon. Surrounded by the central figures, they looked at him contemptuously and indifferently from top to bottom, as if he had really done something heinous and evil.

"Now that the defendant has arrived, let's get started." Minister of Magic Pierce Thickness said, "Jury members, are you ready? The court recorder is in place."

"Yes, sir." The court reporter was a witch with a thick, short neck, her eyes were big and round, bulging outwards, and her mouth was wide and dull like a toad.She obviously has a face that makes people feel sorry for the world, but she still wants to speak in a sticky voice, pretending to be a girl: "You can start anytime."

Harry managed to get goosebumps from her, a chill almost comparable to the horror he felt when he learned a certain truth from Headmaster Dumbledore and his parents last year.Before he knew it, he looked at Lord Voldemort who was still crossing his hands and staring at his fingertips, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness like never before.

——This feeling of powerlessness has nothing to do with personal ability, or even this trial. It comes from the darkness in power and the end of the hero.

"The disciplinary hearing on December 12 will hear Mr. Harry Potter's violations of the International Statute of Magical Secrecy and the Regulations on the Restriction of Magic for Minors." Thickness's voice was smooth and cold, making Harry feel instantly Lucius Malfoy's pure-blood style comes to mind: "Mr Harry Potter is now a resident of Godric's Hollow, and this infraction took place at 13 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. "

"Interrogators: Piers Thicknesse, Minister for Magic, Lord Voldemort, Senior Undersecretary for Magic, Bellatrix Lestrange, Head of the Magical Law Enforcement Division. Recorder: Dolores Jane Umbridge-"

"Defendant, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." A calm voice sounded behind Harry.It was rare for Dumbledore to stride across the room in his normal black robes. In such a dim room, his long silver beard and hair were still shiny and shiny. Looking straight at the jury behind half-moon glasses on a hooked nose.

Harry could clearly feel that the moment Dumbledore walked in, the already turbulent and unsettlingly cold atmosphere suddenly changed.Those who sat around the Minister of Magic and the Senior Undersecretary almost all raised their vigilance for a moment, while others cast their fiery eyes on Dumbledore, and some people had already put their hands on their wands. In an instant, swords are on the verge of breaking out.

"Professor Dumbledore." Lord Voldemort crossed his hands, looking down from top to bottom at his former professor and the leader of the Order of the Phoenix who is now opposing him, with a calm expression: "We are very pleased to see you as Mr. Potter's Defender here. Need a chair brought over for you?"

"Oh no, I can do it myself." Dumbledore's tone was very calm, he took out his wand and tapped lightly, and a soft calico armchair appeared next to Harry's stool: "You can start. "

The Minister of Magic began to read out the regulations that Harry had violated, and pressed him step by step. Dumbledore defended him in an orderly and reasonable manner. Although Lord Voldemort was beside him without saying a word, this man just sat there. There, it is already a symbol of some kind of darkness. It can be said that he is the biggest culprit of the heavy atmosphere in the trial court.When the two sides were at a stalemate and disagreed over "whether there are dementors outside the control of the Ministry of Magic"——

There was a sudden ringing of a Muggle cell phone from the judgment seat.

Lord Voldemort took out his mobile phone from his pocket without changing his expression, glanced at the caller ID, and gestured a "pause" to Thinknes.Although he is nominally a senior undersecretary, he was very smooth when ordering the Minister of Magic, and his unambiguous posture was quite obvious. Thinknes immediately hit the hammer, and his high-pitched voice echoed in the interrogation court:

"Adjournment—"

And the moment Lord Voldemort went out, the murmurs in the room could gather into a torrent. Almost everyone was discussing the call, and the discussion obviously belonging to his side was a little more peaceful:

"Merlin, am I right? That's a mobile phone? Isn't your lord quite against Muggles?"

"It seems that something happened to his little girl." Someone whispered, "It's true that adults don't use Muggle things except to communicate with her."

But the other side is more sharp: "I heard that he adopted a little Muggle girl, and he has been raising it for many years...Merlin, this girl is really miserable."

"He secretly infiltrated the Ministry of Magic, controlled most of the power, and even manipulated public opinion to promote his pure blood theory, isn't it just to exclude the so-called 'unclean blood' from the magical world? He even adopted a Muggle? Who knows what he's up to?"

"Professor?" Harry looked up and saw Dumbledore's extremely serious expression, startled, and asked cautiously: "Did you hear that? What do you think is going on, do you have a clue?"

"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head, pressed Harry's shoulder and said softly: "But Harry, you have to know that, as a descendant of the Gaunt family, the only remaining Slytherin Blood, he absolutely cannot give for nothing, the word 'selfless' has nothing to do with Tom Marvolo Riddle from the very beginning."