"Muriel? You...... Sobered up? ”

“…… Awake? ”

Muriel seemed a little weak, and saw that she was barely leaning against the wall, and if it weren't for Martin to help her support her, I am afraid that she would not be able to stand at all.

And after a period of inexplicable confusion, she nodded lightly as if she had finally remembered something.

"Right...... What's there...... It's like a shadow......" Muriel muttered in a low voice, frowning slightly, "yes...... Then the shadow pounced on me, and then, I don't remember anything......"

"Shadows?"

Martin paused only slightly, then quickly shook his head and put the matter aside for now.

"Anyway, the most important thing for us right now is to get out of the Ministry of Magic, and we'll talk about the rest of the matter after we get out of here." He tugged on Muriel's wrist and lowered his voice as low as he could, "Muriel, you try, can you go by yourself?" ”

Muriel was clearly unclear about the situation in front of him.

In fact, her brain now feels like it's rusty, and she can't turn at all. Not to mention what she should do, even the question of where she is, she wasted a lot of energy to react.

So, when Martin asked her to try if she could walk, she almost subconsciously did as he was told.

One-step, two-step, three-step...... Martin found that if he was against the wall, he would still be shuddering a few small steps. But it's not so much about walking as it is about moving little by little.

In this state, if you want to pass someone else's body through the security channel, no matter how you think about it, you will definitely be noticed by others, not to mention that there is a time limit.

"Alright, let's take a break!"

Martin hurriedly reached out and held Muriel so that she would not be seen too far away from the corner.

To be honest, with the current situation, it is really unlikely that they will be able to escape. Fortunately, Muriel has woken up now.

He didn't know why Martin's full-body binding spell had failed so quickly, but at least, he didn't have to risk being found out and continued to cast the spell.

As soon as I thought of this, the original thought came to my mind again - let's wait for Parkinson to come up, and then let her cover herself and Muriel!

At least, the need to leave is no longer as desperate as it was just now.

……

“…… To sum up, due to the suspect Iruli ...... Well, Miss Illuria is not convicted of participating in an illegal dark wizard assembly, and should be released on the spot. However, because the suspect fled for some reason during the detention investigation, he should still be sentenced to 15 days of standard imprisonment to police the public. ”

In the courtroom, Ms. Bones, who was sitting on the other side of Scrimgeour in the front row, was announcing the verdict. She spoke clearly, in a steady tone, with a palpable objectivity and fairness in her voice.

As for the "standard imprisonment" she refers to, she is actually referring to the scourge of ordinary prisons, which is different from the "Azkaban imprisonment". And the cells of imprisonment are naturally those underground cells of the Ministry of Magic opposite the courtroom.

After announcing the verdict of the trial, Ms. Bones continued:

"Then, if you are in favor of the proposed judgment, please raise your hand—"

As soon as he finished speaking, the wizards on the surrounding seats raised their hands. At a glance, far more than half of the people agreed with the verdict, and Scrimgeour looked delicate.

And then, after the hands raised by the crowd were lowered one after another, Ms. Bones said:

"If you disagree with the proposed judgment, please raise your hand—"

In fact, when more than half of the hands are raised for the first time, the second time will have no effect on the result. However, according to the regulations, in order to show fairness and justice, the voting process must be completed.

But when everyone saw that no one raised their hands at all in the second vote, Scrimgeour's expression suddenly became more subtle.

As you can imagine, this means that except for those who were in favor of the proposal, the rest of the audience actually abstained, and there was not even a single one against.

In fact, one thing is evident in today's trial. In other words, the interrogator's proposal for a verdict against Iruli was indeed a light sentence.

If he was sentenced for escaping from prison, he would not be sent to Azkaban, but he would not have been imprisoned for fifteen days.

Scrimgeour knew very well why the interrogator had given such an apparently light sentence, and why the subsequent vote had been almost unanimous—it was all because of a Marca McKellen attitude.

Fortunately, let's not mention these members of the Wizengamot who are clearly divided on weekdays, but today they are surprisingly compatible. At least McLean saved face for him, the Minister of Magic, and didn't come to the trial.

Just the thought of another trial that would be worse than this one gave Scrimgeour a little headache.

"Well, forget it...... I can still sit so firmly in this seat now, after all, most of it is also based on McLean...... Not to mention, he has given me a lot of political achievements since I took office. ”

Scrimgeour wasn't good enough to be a minister, but he could at least see which path he should take. That alone is sometimes enough.

"Mr. Scrimthour, the vote is over, the verdict is done—" said Ms. Bones, handing him the note-taker's papers, "and look, if there are no other questions, then please sign them!" ”

"Oh," Scrimgeour nodded, "Okay, hmm......"

He didn't know how he was feeling at this moment - to be honest, it really smacked of being overwhelmed, but in the current situation, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

He casually signed his name at the bottom of the document, and the trial was over.

"Then, the case of the suspect in the eighth courtroom, Iruli, who participated in an illegal assembly and escaped from the dungeon without permission, is over! Scattered ......"

Scrimgeour stood up and said a word, but then smiled again:

“…… While I would love to say that, it is clear that we have another trial that needs to be continued. So, let's move to the ninth courtroom—the trial will begin in twenty minutes! ”

Of course, the next trial had nothing to do with Pansy.

In the trial of Iluri's case, she acts as a witness to prove that Iluri did not participate in the Dark Wizard assembly...... It has to be said that having a person who was also present at the rally testify for another participant sounds like a joke.

And it's the kind that makes people laugh.

"Ilully...... Seriously, I should be with you......"

Before leaving the courtroom, Pansy stood next to the judgment chair in the center, looked at her good friend and whispered.

And at this moment, how much of the complex emotions in her heart is from the guilt of friendship, and how much is due to the regret of making all kinds of mistakes, even she can't tell the difference.

"Maybe!"

Eruli didn't deny Pansy this time, for she knew that none of the wizards who had attended that assembly were truly innocent.

"But," she paused for a moment, then said slowly, "as Mr. McLean said...... Since this is the case, we are destined to carry the weight of our hearts for the rest of our lives. And compared to this heaviness, fifteen days is simply insignificant. ”

"Well," Pansy said with a slight bow, "I'll pick you up in fifteen days, and I'll take you to Hogwarts." ”

Kingsley, who was still sitting in the interrogation seat, looked at the two girls, and when they were finished, he got up and stepped forward to greet them.

"Fifteen days in just one day, it will soon pass!" He beckoned, "Miss Parkinson, let's go!" I think it's time for you to go back to school to pack your bags and get ready to go home for a relaxing vacation. ”

Students who don't participate in the study tour have to go home during the holidays, and Pansy is no exception. When the matter was over at the Ministry of Magic, it was time for her to go back.

Kingsley knows this much better than many people.

"There's still a little time before the next trial, I'll send you out! You know, we'd better move faster! ”

Pansy nodded her head busily when she heard this—her mission wasn't over yet!

"Illuri, goodbye!"

The friend said his last goodbye, and Pansy followed Kingsley out of the courtroom.

As they passed by the cell where Muriel was being held in the dungeon corridor outside, both of them glanced inside. Although they all found that there was still a figure inside, and it was no different from Namuriel, they did not think that Martin's rescue plan had failed.

Especially Kingsley, who had fought with that guy, still knew the other party's strength very well.

Although it is difficult to rob the prison during the current period of martial law, there are only three guards in this dungeon, and he doesn't think that Martin in the shadows will not be able to deal with it.

As far as the two of them guessed, the figure in the cell might just be a product of the Transfiguration that Martin had prepared before he came, right?

Thinking of this, Kingsley secretly accelerated his pace of progress a few more times - he was sure that such a delicate transfiguration technique would definitely not last too long.

After a short while, Pansy and Kingsley took the elevator back to the atrium, and deliberately found an excuse near the security passage, and rubbed for a while.

Sure enough, Pansy soon heard an extremely small voice from behind her, but she was stunned.

"Can't walk?"

"Don't talk! Don't look back! Just listen to me......" Martin's voice sounded a little hurried, as if he was suppressing a strong sense of irritability, "yes, Muriel can't walk...... We'll talk about it later, but you can think of a way to get us out. ”

"Uh......"

Pansy hesitated for a moment, rather embarrassed, but finally pursed her lips and nodded in response. ()

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