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"Thank you for nurturing Alan, who has a lot of potions knowledge. Mr. Harris thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

"It's all the result of his own diligent study. Professor Snape replied simply that he had not spoken to Mr. Harris.

Mr. Harris smiled slightly, and politely took Alan to Professor Snape's farewell.

He successfully applied for the right to let Alan return home for a while.

Mr. Harris couldn't help but smile warmly at the corners of his mouth when he thought of his wife's excitement and excitement when he saw Alan.

Alan spent a very happy night at home, whether it was the warm hugs of the family and the sumptuous food that Mrs. Harris had carefully put into the preparation.

Alan had a restful night, but the next morning he was awakened by the sound of Mr. Harris knocking on the door.

"Wake up, Alan, I've been notified by the ministry that Sirius and Peter Pettigrew need to be raided in order to avoid further complications. ”

Mr. Harris gave a brief account of the situation, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night.

"In order to avoid more complicated situations. Alan chewed on Mr. Harris's words as he dressed and washed up with his hands and feet.

Mr. Harris took Alan to the Ministry of Magic quickly, and instead of going through the complicated guest passage, he walked directly into the staff passage.

Alan didn't ask any questions, and followed Mr. Harris into the Ministry of Magic quickly. It seems that Mr. Harris's status in the ministry has really improved greatly!

Alan followed Mr. Harris quickly through the empty hall to another, smaller hall.

There were at least twenty elevators, blocked by elaborate golden fence gates.

With a clattering sound, an elevator descended in front of them.

The golden fence door slid open, and Alan and Mr. Harris stepped into the empty elevator.

"It's not very common, it's usually packed, like a can of sardines. Mr. Harris joked.

He didn't want Alan to be nervous, after all, the place he was going to in a moment was the most eerie courtroom in the entire Ministry of Magic.

The other courtrooms had already been booked, and only this one was free for the urgent trial of Sirius and Peter Pettigrew.

The elevator descended quickly and quickly reached its destination with only two passengers.

"Department of Mysteries. A cold woman's voice suddenly appeared, and after speaking, it fell silent.

The door of the elevator opened with a clatter, revealing an extremely dark corridor in front of Allen, completely different from the brightly lit corridors above, even if empty.

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

Just as Alan thought the door was the end of the trip, Mr. Harris grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the left, where there was a gap that led to a staircase.

"Come down, come down, be careful. Mr. Harris said, stepping down two steps in one step, "Not even the elevator can go down this deep...... If it weren't for no other option, I would......"

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.

In front of an eerie black door with a large iron lock, Mr. Harris stopped.

"The Tenth Courtroom, yes, this is it. Alan, are you ready?" Mr. Harris glanced at his son worriedly.

Although he knows Allen's excellence, but in his eyes, Allen is just a child after all, in such a gloomy place, witnessing the game of politicians, watching the most serious court trials, and perhaps the most terrifying punishment, can he accept it?

The content of Mr. Harris's concern is not clear to Allen, but it does not prevent him from experiencing his father's care.

Allen's heart warmed, and he smiled extremely brightly at Mr. Harris and nodded heavily.

With his own relatives to protect, he is fearless.

Mr. Harris patted Allen on the shoulder, twisted the heavy iron handle on the door, and walked into the courtroom.

Rather than a courtroom, Alan felt it was more like a dungeon.

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

There was a bleak and gloomy atmosphere in the room, with no portraits on the walls, no decoration, only rows of dense benches around it, which were arranged in a stepped manner.

There is a chair in the center of the room, which is particularly eye-catching. On the armrests of the chair are chains on the left and right.

The chair was apparently intended for the interrogator, and the chair with the chain was clearly visible from all the seats.

An ominous silence fell as the heavy door closed behind Allen.

"Well, it looks like we came too early, and we were the first!" Mr. Harris shrugged.

"But that's fine, for such deliberations, it is always better to arrive early than late. Mr. Harris explained that he felt that some of the unspoken rules of the wizarding world could be selectively revealed to his brilliant son.

Just as Alan pondered the meaning of Mr. Harris's words, the heavy door opened again, and the sound of chaotic footsteps came.

At least a hundred or so people, black and pressed, walked into the courtroom as if they had already made an appointment.

In addition to Connelly Fudge, the Minister for Magic, Mr. Crouch, whom Alan had met that day, was among them.

In addition to the Aurors in black robes, more than fifty wizards dressed in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "" embroidered on their left chest poured in.

In it, Alan saw an extremely familiar figure - Professor Dumbledore.

Alan remembered Professor Dumbledore, who was not only the Headmaster of Hogwarts, but also the President of the International Confederation of Wizards and the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot.

In such an important trial, it is only right that he was invited to attend.

Professor Dumbledore had apparently spotted Alan as well, his eyes glinting behind the crescent-shaped lenses, and he gave Elu a brief but encouraging smile.

Fudge nodded at Mr. Harris and Allen, while Crouch beside him had cold, expressionless eyes.