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He could take advantage of this time to take a look elsewhere, or go straight to Norway to find Sirius to solve the vampire's troubles.

He had really thought about it some time ago, leaving Hogwarts for a while......

Anyway, he didn't have anything to deal with urgently at Hogwarts, and there was no need to talk about the things in the course, and the fourth-year course was too easy for his current level to have any difficulty or meaning.

As for the demon altar under the kitchen, he hadn't figured it out yet.

Considering the power of the demon he had seen in Dijon, he felt that it was best not to summon the demon until everything was investigated.

The treasure key and time turner left behind by Ravenclaw are not too late to come back when the time comes.

The big war is just around the corner, and Evan doesn't plan to waste a precious year dealing with the pesky Umbridge.

He was going to find a chance to leave Hogwarts for a while, but there was no good reason for him.

Under Umbridge's watch, Dumbledore couldn't give him a few months off for no reason like he did last term.

Pretending to be sick is also not a good idea, although there are many infectious diseases that can indeed allow Evan to be isolated in his own home.

Not long ago, he went to look at the exchange student program between schools, but if he wanted to become an exchange student, the most basic condition was to pass the ordinary wizard level exam, and Sirius did not approve of Evan leaving the school at this time.

Evan hadn't spoken to Dumbledore yet, and he hadn't been seen in the recent past, and he hadn't figured out what to say.

With what Evan knew about Dumbledore, he would certainly not agree, and he had no good reason.

In the end, after thinking about it, he decided to use this time to help Hermione and them improve their strength first, and he also seized the time to fully master alchemy and the other magic books of the Black family, and then he would see the opportunity to act again.

With Umbridge's ability to get things done, it was only a matter of time before Dumbledore was forced away.

Then, find another chance to leave Hogwarts.

But unlike Aven, Harry couldn't leave Hogwarts, it wasn't safe, and he had nowhere else to go.

So, Fudge can't be allowed to expel him......

Mr. Weasley dragged them out of the way, stopping at the elevator, impatiently tapping the "down" button.

"Hurry up!" he said anxiously, "I really don't understand that we were here so early to change the time and place and use the tenth courtroom just before the trial. If you miss it, you're in for a curse!"

The elevator clicked and clicked, and they dodged into the elevator.

Every time the elevator stopped, Mr. Weasley cursed angrily and slammed his fist against the button on the ninth floor.

"That courtroom hasn't been used for years!" Mr. Weasley snorted, "I don't understand why they chose to be there, those people are crazy, why would they do that......?"

At this time, a chubby witch walked into the elevator with a smoking goblet.

Mr. Weasley didn't bother to ask what was going on, and kept urging her to hurry.

"The main hall. The cold woman's voice said, and the golden fence door slid open.

The chubby witch walked out, and a sorcerer with a sad face walked in.

"Good morning, Arthur!" he said in a melancholy low voice as the elevator began to descend, "I haven't seen you coming down much lately?"

"I'm in a hurry, Bode. Mr. Weasley said, tiptoeing anxiously, looking anxiously at Evan and Harry, fists clenched anxiously for death.

Evan and Harry ignored Bodø as he looked at the two men curiously, and finally fell on Harry.

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

"Hurry up, Aven, Harry. The elevator door crept open, and Mr. Weasley urged.

They raced through a hallway, which was completely different from the ones above, with empty walls, no doors or windows, but a simple black door at the end of the hallway.

Mr. Weasley grabbed them by the arm and pulled them to the left, where there was a gap that led to a staircase.

"Come down, come down!" Mr. Weasley said breathlessly, stepping down two steps in one step, "Evan must have been here when he was in Azkaban before, he couldn't even get the elevator down this deep, why did they get here, I ...... it"

"Azkaban?!" Harry jerked as if someone had punched him hard.

He wondered what was going on, but no one explained it to him.

They descended to the bottom of the stairs and ran down a corridor that looked exactly like the one leading 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.

"Hoo, hoo, tenth courtroom, I think, we're almost there, yes, this is it. ”

In front of an eerie black door with a large iron lock, Mr. Weasley stumbled to a halt.

Exhausted, he leaned against the wall, clutching at his clothes on his chest, panting.

"Let's go!" he said, gasping and pointing to the door with his thumb, "you two go in, they have put two things together for trial, and it is true, this is one thing, you be careful." ”

"You—aren't you going to ...... with us," Harry asked.

"Oh, no. I can't go in, good luck to you!" said Mr. Weasley.

"Come on, Harry, there's nothing out of the question, and we're not guilty in the first place. Evan said.

He twisted the heavy iron handle on the door and pulled Harry into the courtroom.

Ai Wen's eyes looked around, and he nodded unsurprisingly, this battle is really big.

Behind him, Harry visibly gasped, unable to control himself.

The deep dark room he had walked into was so familiar to him that it terrified him.

Not only had he seen it before, but he had been here before.

This is where he and Evan had met in Dumbledore's meditation basin, where he had witnessed the Lestrange couple being sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, and the madman Barty Crouch Jr. being tried here......

The walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and eerie.

On either side of them were rows of empty benches that were gradually rising, and on the highest benches in front of them, there were many black figures, all of whom seemed to be looking at the two of them indifferently, looking particularly terrifying.

They had been whispering all along, and an ominous silence fell as the heavy door closed behind Harry.