"Department of Mysteries."

The female voice on the newspaper floor was still as cold as ever, and for some reason, she didn't give much introduction to the specific department on this floor, as if there was no need for any introduction here.

Mr. Weasley and Harry weren't in a hurry, they let the wizard named "Baldur" standing at the elevator door walk out first, and then they looked at each other.

Harry nodded silently at Mr. Weasley, a faint hint of surprise in his eyes - I am afraid that even Maca could not have imagined that this mission would have such a good opportunity!

This corridor outside the elevator is completely different from the ones above, the black brick walls on both sides are empty, there are no doors or windows, nothing.

Harry glanced over the shoulder of "Mr. Baldur" and into the hallway ahead, only to see a simple black door at the end.

Mr. Weasley and Harry followed each other, pretending to be natural, and Harry felt his breathing become slightly shorter.

Since luck had given him such a good opportunity, he certainly didn't want to miss it - Harry was starting to get nervous.

In the list that Maca asked him to memorize, there was the name of this "Mr. Baldur"!

You can't be wrong, Broderick Bode, one of the staff of the Department of Mysteries. Mr. Weasley had identified him, and he was ready to act.

But......

"Is the other party a wizard loyal to the Ministry of Magic? Or, already, Voldemort's man? Will the other party be wary of the situation around you? There will be some vigilance! ”

Harry thought hard, thinking as he went, and before he knew it, he was halfway down the hallway.

"No, as soon as possible, otherwise this opportunity will be missed!"

Harry stared at the emaciated back, took two quick steps, and reached into his sleeve as he looked to throw something at the other's back.

But at this moment, Bode suddenly turned around!

Harry was so frightened that his heart stopped, and his face stiffened with one hand in his sleeve.

"Arthur," Bode said as he walked forward, staring at Harry, "who is this?" ”

"Harry Potter, I think you know."

Mr. Weasley actually felt a little frightened just now, but compared to Harry, he was usually a little cheerful, but now he seemed much calmer and more stable.

"Oh-" Bode said quietly, still staring at Harry without blinking, "yes, of course. ”

Harry kept forcing himself to calm down, his hand still in his sleeve, but if he pulled it out now, it would look very abrupt.

So, although it was not natural, Harry kept his sleeves folded and walked forward.

Bode hadn't stopped since then, staring at Harry for a few more moments before turning his head straight ahead again.

"Whew-"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief silently, but the next moment, when he found that they had reached the end of the hallway, his heart was anxious again.

There are three more steps...... Two-step ...... One-step......

Bode stood in front of the black door at the end of the hallway, but he didn't seem to have any intention of opening it—he turned around again, waiting for Harry and Mr. Weasley to pass first.

At the end of the hallway, there is a gap on the left-hand side, where there is a staircase leading to a deeper level.

The other party is watching, is this no chance? If you had known this, you wouldn't have hesitated in the first place!

Harry silently endured the remorse in his heart, and followed Mr. Weasley to the left and continued his downward journey.

"Such a great opportunity......"

Harry couldn't help but glance back at the top of the steps, and his eyes lit up - Bode opened the door! He's going in!

Although he could only see half of the other person's body because of the steps, it wasn't something he wanted to throw over that needed to be thrown very precisely, was it?

Maybe the action of pulling out something and throwing it out has been rehearsed countless times in my mind, or maybe it's because I really don't want to miss this God-given moment......

Almost reflexively, Harry pulled out his hand in his sleeve and threw a small object up the stairs with a flick of his hand.

A very small black shadow arced through the air, landing on the floor a foot away from Bodø!

There was no sound, and Bode did not react, but he was now inside the door, and it looked like it was about to be shut......

At that moment, the inconspicuous black dot on the ground moved on its own, and at the last moment when the black door was about to close, it burrowed into the crack of the door.

"Bang."

The black door is closed, is the mission completed? It should be considered done, right?

"Not bad." Mr. Weasley patted Harry lightly on the shoulder, then urged, "Don't be in a daze, that's why you're here this time, don't let up!" Well...... But don't get too nervous...... In moderation, in moderation! ”

Harry nodded hurriedly, glanced at the closed black door, and followed Mr. Weasley down the floor.

They descended to the bottom of the stairs and walked down a corridor that looked exactly like the corridors at Hogwarts that led to Snape's underground classrooms: rough stone walls, torch holders, and a gloomy atmosphere.

Harry noticed that the doors they passed through were heavy wooden doors with sturdy iron latches and small keyholes.

"Tenth courtroom...... I think we're almost there, yes! ”

In front of an eerie black door with a large iron lock, Mr. Weasley stopped and looked at Harry who was following him.

"Go," he said, shaking his head toward the door, "go in!" ”

"Aren't you together?" Harry paused for a moment.

"Oh, no, I'm afraid ......I can't," Mr. Weasley shrugged helplessly, "I'm sorry...... Remember to answer the questions calmly and good luck! ”

Harry felt like his heart was working extra hard today, how many times had he jumped to his throat?

He swallowed hard, stretched out his hand with a tense face, twisted the heavy, cold iron handle on the door, and walked stiffly into the courtroom.

The walls of the courtroom were made of black stone, and unlike the black bricks on the upper floors, the stone here looked large, rough, and not reflective at all.

The strange black stones seemed to swallow up the light, making the light of the torches even darker and darker.

Harry took a few steps inside and found himself on top of a stone platform.

On either side of him are rows of stepped seats that rise one by one; And directly in front of him, on the highest row of seats, there were many faint figures.

They had been whispering since the moment, and an ominous atmosphere hung over them as the heavy door closed behind Harry.

Just as Harry was stunned, a cold man's voice echoed through the courtroom.

"You were notified of the change in the time and location of the review?"

“…… Yes. ”

Harry didn't notice who was talking for a moment, he looked left and right, and subconsciously replied.

There was another chest-wrenching silence, and Harry understood that the reason for the emergency change was to give him a dismount - it was Maca's guess, but it was clearly reasonable.

"Sit down!" The cold male voice said suddenly.

Harry lowered his gaze to the chair in the center of the stone platform, and on the arm of the chair was a chain on the left and right.

He tried to force himself to compose, but the atmosphere around him and the inexplicable pressure emanating from the stone platform made him a little breathless, and he couldn't keep his calm at all.

Harry walked across the stone floor, letting out a loud, mixed echo.

He sat cautiously on the edge of his chair, the chain on the armrest vibrating with a menacing aura, an unknown aura that was as dangerous as if it contained a special magic.

The chains seemed to shake for a moment, but they didn't tie him up after all.

But even so, Harry felt dizzy and nauseous, and he looked up at the people sitting on the upper bench, feeling his vision narrow.

"Did Maca ever sit on it?" Harry suddenly thought, "With his strength and the charges of the time, these terrible chains must have bound him without hesitation, right?" It's unimaginable......"

When he looked up, he could see about fifty people. They were all dressed in fuchsia robes with a silver "" embroidered on their left chest.

They all looked at him with their eyebrows downcast, some stern, others unabashedly curious—even Harry could tell that there must have been several factions among them.

In the middle of the row of benches in front sat a man Harry didn't know. The man had long hair combed back and a goatee, and looked extremely serious.

To his left sat a square-chined, broad-built wizard with short gray hair, a pair of reflective glasses, and a terrifying expression on her face.

To his right sat another witch, who sat a little too far back, and her whole face was in shadow for Harry to see.

"Alright," said the middle-aged male wizard in the middle, "the defendant is here, let's get started—"

As he spoke, he shouted to the wizard in the nearest seat, "Are you ready?" ”

"Yes, sir." Harry's familiar voice said eagerly.

That's Ron's older brother, Percy Weasley!

He was sitting at the very edge of the front seat, and Harry looked at Percy, thinking that he would at least show an expression of recognition of himself, but there was no expression on his face.

Percy's pupils, hidden behind his horn-rimmed glasses, rested intently on the parchment on the table, a quill in his hand, ready to write.

Harry remembered the conversation he had on the day he arrived at Black's Mansion - Percy, it seems that he really betrayed everyone!