On the day of the trial, Harry opened his eyes early in the morning and crept out of bed. All the necessary items were already prepared in advance, and he just took them with him. But when he opened the door to his dorm room, a phrase suddenly floated behind him: "Good luck, Harry." ”

Harry looked back and saw Ron sitting on a four-poster bed, his voice and expression not looking like he had just woken up. "Thanks, Ron. He said that he somehow felt that everything would go smoothly today.

Although Harry had gotten up early, Hermione was already waiting for him in the common room. When Harry came down, she didn't say anything, just hugged him tightly, and then shoved the cage containing Crookshank Mountain into his arms.

As Harry trotted to the castle's main entrance, it was dawning. A wizard in black and blue robes stood there, smiling at the sight of him. "No need to run, Harry. Dumbledore said kindly, "I believe we have plenty of time." ”

It's about Harry's fourth-year summer fight against the Dementors and Voldemort. In their rush to convict Harry, the trial was temporarily advanced from nine to eight, and both of them almost missed it.

But this time, of course, was different, Harry grinned. "Shall we go now, sir?"

Dumbledore seemed to want to make a nodding motion, but his gaze fell on the cage that Harry was carrying. "I think it's a matter of course for a cat to scratch a mouse," he said with a serious laugh, "but Wizengamot probably wouldn't mind seeing it again." With that, he opened the door, "Let's talk as we go." ”

Harry hurriedly complied. They had to leave the confines of the castle to be apparitioned, and he seized the time to ask, "Will Lupin come too?"

"Lupin will join us in London," replied Dumbledore, his expression serenely reflected in the morning light, "and Sirius, he won't appear until after the verdict takes effect." ”

Harry nodded, relieved. "Do you know what the Wizengamot asks, sir?"

"I've been in the Wizengamot for a few years now, and that's pretty much the problem. Dumbledore said, turning his head to look at Harry, his eyes bright and sharp, "Or do you want to ask me how I answered the question about you sneaking out of school?"

There was no reproach in it, but Harry blushed. "I'm sorry sir, I ......"

Dumbledore waved his hand briskly. "It's alright, Harry. If you could catch a Death Eater by sneaking once, I don't think Minerva would object to it. After a pause, he added, "And this time there are other people on trial, and the jury won't pay much attention to us." ”

Harry had a vague feeling that Dumbledore didn't want to talk to him about sneaking away or catching a Death Eater. "Pettigrew......" he hesitated, "how is he now?"

Dumbledore looked at him again. "Of course, he was being held in custody and waiting to go to court. ”

Harry hesitated again. "If he is convicted," he asked cautiously, "what will be the verdict?"

"Wizengamot hasn't heard a Death Eater case in years. Dumbledore said, his tone calm, "If Peter had killed a dozen Muggles in the same way as before, he would most likely have been sentenced to a Dementor Kiss." ”

The thought of the Dementors made Harry's back furrow. "Aren't all Dementors mutinied?" he couldn't help but wonder.

"yes. Dumbledore nodded, explaining briefly, "But the death chamber is still there." ”

Harry noticed that Andrew was standing in front of the iron gate not far away, dressed in black wizarding robes, and the white mist surrounded him, which Harry could barely make out if he didn't look closely.

"Will Andrew be with us too?" asked Harry in a whisper.

"Well, there was no such arrangement, although he went back, not as a witness, but as an observer. Albus Dumbledore tapped his wand, and the door opened.

"What is the identity of the auditor?" asked Harry curiously.

"It's a bit difficult to explain, and you can understand it as a social practice activity. Andrew applied to sit in on the Ministry of Magic court so that he could better understand the workings of wizarding law in the future. Dumbledore tried to explain Andrew's identity in words that Harry could understand.

"You mean Andrew is on the jury?"

"Oh, there's no jury in the wizarding world, and it's still the wizarding group that decides the verdict. Dumbledore nodded at Andrew, who smiled at Harry.

"You seem to be talking about me, is there something wrong?" Andrew said with a smile. Harry always felt that Andrew seemed to have a lot of faces, and the Andrew he saw every day seemed to be constantly oscillating between the Sunshine Boy and Voldemort's successor, and today he seemed to play the role of the Sunshine Boy--- he didn't look so serious.

"Yes, Andrew, I'm curious that you can participate in such an important convention without being a witness and not a member of the Wizarding Order. Harry replied.

"Ah, that's nothing, you know, you and I and Hermione are all over 16 years old, and we're all adult wizards. After graduating this year, Autumn has been doing an internship at the Ministry of Magic. Request a seat in the auditors, fully compliant with any laws in the wizarding world. Andrew explained.

"But what are you going to listen to?" Harry asked, continuing curiously.

"Of course, it's about this mistaken case of the Ministry of Magic! You know, an innocent wizard who has been locked up in a place like Azkaban for more than ten years, experienced such painful and deadly dangers in the middle, and then the Dementors rioted, and left his whereabouts unknown, I think any wizard will be scared if they don't find out the specific reason--- and the current chaotic situation, maybe they will be wronged that day!" Andrew said.

Albus Dumbledore glared at Andrew, "Alright, Andy, don't practice your speech skills here, if you really want to run for the Minister of Magic, it's still a little too early, why don't you go to the Ministry of Magic in a while, and then speak generously when you face those curious reporters." ”

Seeing Albus Dumbledore's playful smile, Andrew flipped through the pages, the angry expression on his face completely disappeared, he shrugged his shoulders and said coldly, "I wish I could visit Peter's execution...."

Harry was silent, he didn't really want to know how many death sentences there were in the Ministry of Magic. By this time, they had reached the iron gate of the winged boar, and Dumbledore grabbed Harry's arm and motioned for Andrew to follow, and the three of them were apparitioned.

The new foothold is an alley in London. Dumbledore led Harry out of the alleyway, turning a corner, and the red phone booth Harry had seen before him appeared. The two walked in together, and Dumbledore pressed the phone button a few times, and the two silver badges were spat out.

Harry looked down at his badge, which read "Harry Potter, testify". It was much better than the last "Harry Potter, on trial", and he was less nervous.

In a few moments, the two of them were standing on the dark wooden floor of the hall of the Ministry of Magic. It was the weekend, there weren't many people in the hall, and it was easy for Harry to see Lupin.

Lupin was pacing in place, and when he saw them, he hurried over. "You're here," he laughed.

Dumbledore nodded, and Harry felt that Lupin's face was a little pale, so much so that the smile was reluctant. "Are you alright?" he asked, "Is the moon ......?"

"Not yet," Lupin reassured him, "I'm just ...... This place doesn't suit me very well. Hello Andrew, why are you here today?"

Harry understood, it still had something to do with the werewolf physique. Andrew approached Lupin, "Let me look at your tongue?" ”

Lupin looked at Andrew suspiciously, Andrew demonstrated, Lupin showed his tongue and tongue coating to Andrew to check, Andrew continued: "I have been working on a potion during this time, it is amazing, although it is not finished yet, but in the middle of this, I stumbled upon a very peculiar intermediate," Andrew took out a test tube from the void.

The test tube contained about 10ml of jade liquid, "Well, I haven't tried it with a werewolf, but this thing should not poison people, if you want, you can drink it, this thing is much more powerful than wolf poison potion." ”

"Andrew, it's too dangerous to let Lupin drink something that hasn't been tested yet. Dumbledore stopped.

At this time, Lupin stared at the potion without blinking, Andrew opened the stopper of the test tube, Harry could feel it, Lupin was completely attracted to the potion, "What is this thing called? I can feel it, it has a fatal temptation for me, and at the same time a fatal danger, this feeling, it is almost the same as the feeling before the transformation...."Lupin said in a hoarse voice.

"Well, you can call it a virus, I extracted an active substance from a very old dark magic," Andrew glanced at Dumbledore, who was also staring at Andrew from behind his half-moon glasses, "Although there is no such thing as a virus in the wizarding world for the time being, in short, it is a semi-finished ancient potion that can help you get rid of the werewolf blood in your body." ”

"Are you sure this potion won't make Remus change even more terrifying?" Albus Dumbledore immediately asked.

Andrew shook his head, "It seems that the Headmaster has remembered this ancient potion, then you should know that no wizard can guarantee this kind of thing." I spent seven days and seven nights preparing this potion non-stop, but unfortunately in the end, I didn't finish it, and instead refined it. Of course, the choice is yours Lupin. Perhaps this will free you from the werewolf haunt from now on, and of course, it is more likely that there will be unpredictable consequences. The potion in the test tube was so anti-emerald that Harry saw that Lupin's eyes were dyed emerald green, and Lupin's throat gurgled, and Albus tapped Lupin with his elderberry wand, and Lupin woke up as if from a dream.

"Thank you, Headmaster," Harry noticed beads of sweat on Lupin's forehead, "Andrew, I want to ask you one last question, why is this thing so attractive to me, I just felt like I was completely out of my mind, that feeling..."

"Like you've become a werewolf?" Andrew continued, staring at Lupin and saying, "I've improved this potion, with a reference to the wolf poison potion in between, so the attraction is not for you, but for all werewolves! Any werewolf, whether he transforms or not, touches, or smells this potion, and is attracted to it." ”

"Sounds very interesting, but Andrew, are you really sure that this potion won't hurt Remus?" Albus Dumbledore remained calm, his voice calming with power.

"No, you can't. But I'm at least seven levels sure that this thing will bring him back to normal and never be afraid of the moon again. ”

"Well, I believe in you, Andrew, and I hope you are worthy of my trust. Lupin took the tube from Andrew's hand, he glanced at Harry, gave him a reassuring look, and drank the potion in one gulp.

After a few minutes, maybe shorter, nothing happened.

"Huh?" Harry was the first to hold back, "It doesn't seem to have any effect? How do you feel, Remus?"

"Uh..... I don't really feel anything... Is this normal? I thought I was going to be in pain..."Lupin looked at Andrew. The latter motioned for Lupin to stick out his tongue again, which made Lupin feel silly.

After checking again, Andrew said, "Don't worry, it's working." But this thing has an incubation period, and I guess it will take another day or two before you feel like life is worse than death. ”

Lupin was about to say something more, when Dumbledore spoke, "I'll take care of this, Andrew, you'll have to stay with Remus during this time, but we have other important things to do today, we can go and wait outside the courtroom first." ”

"Huh?" Harry followed Dumbledore's gaze and saw that someone was looking at them at the end of the hall. Suspecting that Dumbledore was worried that they might not be able to talk too much to the trial, he changed his tune and said, "You wait for me a moment." He put down the cat cage, walked a few briskly steps to the edge of the magic fountain, and pulled out a small pocket, and poured all the contents into it.

The sound of the golden gallons falling into the water was crisp and pleasant, and Harry watched as they sank to the bottom of the pool in a field of glittering silver sike and bronze nat. He then looked at the still mottled sign next to him, which read, "All proceeds from the Fountain of the Brothers of Magic are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Injuries and Injuries" - and when he turned around, he saw that both Dumbledore and Lupin were looking at him.

"The last time I was tried, I swore that if I could go back to Hogwarts, I would let ten Galleons in. He explained in a whisper.

In fact, he put much more than that. Sensing the meaning behind this, both Dumbledore and Lupin laughed. Then, after checking the wand, the four of them entered the elevator together and sank deeper into the ground with a clatter.

The trial was still to be held in the dark and oppressive 10th courtroom. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, a crew member arrived, and Andrew and Harry were separated from each other, and Harry noticed that Rita Skeeter, an old acquaintance, was led to another passage along with several other wizards with cameras and shorthand books. Harry and the others were led into their separate ashrams.