"Hello, Amelia. Phoenix, this is the Director of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic, Amelia Bones. Fudge introduced Phoenix to the Ministry of Magic executive, "Amelia, I guess you know who he is?" ”

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Peverell. I wish you a successful first hearing. "The woman didn't show much enthusiasm. Fudge seemed to get used to it, though.

"Department of Mysteries." The cold woman's voice fell silent.

"Who is this girl?"

"My friend, I'll take her to the Ministry of Magic. You can just think of it as a journalist and rest assured that she knows the rules. Hearing that the director was very stern, he had better be clear, and Ms. Bones did not have any expression of surprise or annoyance, her gaze wandered back and forth between Phoenix and Hermione for a moment, and Fudge opened the elevator door and asked the ladies to go first.

"The Ministry of Magic is not the place for you to date a girl." She stepped out of the elevator, "Thanks, Connery." ”

"Thanks—thank you—" Hermione stammered.

They hurried down a hallway. The walls were empty, with no doors or windows, except for a simple black door at the end of the hallway.

"It doesn't matter, unless there are special circumstances, all courtrooms can have journalists." Phoenix whispered in Hermione's ear, then quickly kissed her on the cheek. Fudge and Bones walked in front, and she could only wring him in shame.

"But I'm not."

"I said, you are."

"Amelia, Amelia. Young people are always like that, and we should be a little more tolerant. They talked and their voices didn't pull into their ears in the back of Phoenix, "Didn't Herold use this trick back then, but he wasn't so bold, was he?" You should smile more. ”

"And what will this hearing say today?" Bones ignored the second half of Fudge's sentence, instead pointing out that Fudge was making a big fuss.

"Ah," Fudge said, still lightheartedly, "that's not the same thing as breaking the law, and we can't ignore those who blatantly break the law." ”

Bones did not deny it or spoke out in agreement. They turned left, and there was a gap that led to a staircase.

They descended to the bottom of the stairs and followed a corridor that looked exactly like the one that led to Snape's underground classrooms at Hogwarts: rough stone walls with torches stuck in brackets. The doors they pass through here are heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes embedded in them.

"Courtroom 10." In front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock.

"I think it's almost all together," Fudge said, glancing at his pocket watch, "let's go in." ”

They entered the deep dark room, the walls of which were made of black stone, and the light of the torches was dim and eerie. On either side of him were rows of empty benches that were gradually rising, and in front of him, on the highest benches, many black figures appeared.

Seeing them coming, many people stood up and applauded or exchanged heads. Phoenix sat on the bench, and on his right hand sat Percy Weasley, the former prefect of Hogwarts and the president of the male student council.

Hermione sat down on the empty benches on either side. Normally, such formal criminal courts should be presided over by adult wizards, and journalists should be invited to report on them. But because of the nature of this case, and the peculiarity of Phoenix. There was no reporter, but an unrelated person in attendance, with an underage wizard as the presiding judge.

Rules are dead, people are alive, and this is the best interpretation of the present.

"Long time no see, Mr. Weasley." Phoenix laughed. It seems that this Weasley is following the minister, which is a bit unexpected.

"Hello, Mr. Peverell." Percy was not embarrassed and respectfully greeted Phoenix.

"He's late." Fudge hadn't taken his eyes off his pocket watch since he came in. Many of the members of the surrounding jury showed disgruntled expressions, and Ms. Bones frowned slightly.

"Well, Weasley, if Harry Potter doesn't arrive in ten minutes - notify the law enforcement team and make a mandatory arrest for him." Phoenix also glanced at Fudge. In fact, Phoenix gave Harry very little time to arrive. Fudge had calculated everything, and he did send a notice to change the time of the trial.

"Weasley, get the warrant on my desk in a moment." Fudge was complacent, and he was ready for it. Others were also satisfied to see Phoenix so aggressive. The entire courtroom was eerily silent.

Minutes and seconds passed, and occasionally someone whispered a few words. Hermione looked anxiously at Phoenix, who shook his head, signaling that there was no way.

There really wasn't anything he could do. Anyone summoned by the Ministry of Magic must be present. The court can grant a maximum of fifteen minutes of grace, after which it will be considered to refuse to attend, and depending on the severity of the charge, the Aurors or the Magical Law Enforcement Team will be dispatched to arrest them.

If he was late and Fudge issued an arrest warrant, Harry would be dropping out of school and would have to stay at the Order of the Phoenix headquarters.

Phoenix didn't seem to care if Harry would be there in time, and picked up the Daily Prophet on the table, there was no news about Harry's interrogation, and it was clear that Fudge didn't want to draw attention until the dust had settled. He flipped to the international edition.

The title reads: Official Note from the International Confederation of Wizards to African Ministries of Magic

The article reads: The International Federation of Wizards officially sent a note to the African Ministries of Magic, insisting that all countries must attend the extraordinary meeting of the International Wizards Trade at the end of August. Consultations on the illegitimate nature of blatant trade bans in Africa were held in the international city of Istanbul. Minister Fudge said that the countries of Europe should be united at this meeting. The Brazilian minister said that if Africa resolutely enforces this illegal and inhumane decree, Brazil will take a strong approach. Russia, China, India and Saudi Arabia agreed. Spain, Portugal and Sweden objected to the statements of the above-mentioned countries, arguing that such a move could provoke countries and cause further deterioration of the situation.

An official in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, speaking on condition of anonymity, said the statement was not the same as war, but more about building momentum for the upcoming international conference and forcing African countries to make concessions. Neither side wants a war, and the people need not worry about it.

Percy Weasley, assistant secretary of the Ministry of Magic, said that the Ministry of Magic had reached an agreement with Switzerland and some other countries to urgently purchase a batch of finished potions and raw materials that were in short supply, and that the minister would definitely win them for Britain at international conferences.

Phoenix also doesn't know if Africa will lift the ban, and if it refuses, then the war will really start. At least the countries of Asia are ready. At this moment, Phoenix can only hope that his luck will not be so bad.

It is also reasonable for some countries to be disobedient. Klaus wouldn't be stupid enough to take those men to fight against a group of nations.

Could it be that he was in collusion with those people in Africa, he didn't hear the slightest rumor—Fudge interrupted his train of thought with a sudden voice.

"It's almost time." Fudge reminded. Phoenix came back to his senses and glanced at the pocket watch Fudge was holding. Turning to Percy.

Percy immediately understood, got up and walked towards the door. It is, the heavy iron handle turns. Harry and Percy collided head-on, and the people around them were very unhappy with Harry's tardiness, but some expressed understanding.

Phoenix ignored the others and beckoned Percy back.

"You're late." Thankfully, he had passed the voice changer, and his serious voice echoed through the courtroom.

"I'm sorry," Harry said nervously after being told that Phoenix would be the chief judge, "I-I don't know the time has changed. ”

"That's not the fault of the Wizengamot." "I've sent an owl to inform you this morning," said Phoenix, so sit down." ”

Harry lowered his gaze to the chair in the center of the room, the arm of which was covered with chains on the left and right. He looked up at the people sitting on the upper bench.