When the clock silently pointed to the second of August, Harry? Potter still couldn't believe how quickly time had passed, and the night he had escaped from Dursley's house felt like it had been yesterday, lying on his back in bed/shang, his eyes snapping open, and there he lay motionless, his mind empty.

If anything, it was that he didn't have nightmares anymore, and the long corridors and locked doors, and even the stinging scars in the dreams disappeared for a while, but now he slept and still felt exhausted, lying in bed/hanging watching the blurred shadows move across the ceiling, and the terrible thing of going to the Ministry of Magic for trial began to keep coming to mind.

Since he had fled from Dursley's house, his helpless sense of survival and urgency had suppressed him from thinking about these things, but when it was time for the Final Judgment to come to the Final Judgment, fear came at him like a myriad of spikes in his heart, what if he was really expelled from Hogwarts and thrown into Azkaban.

The thought was so terrible that he didn't dare to say it out loud, and even thinking about it for a second was tormenting, and Harry couldn't help but imagine an unrecognizable Ministry of Magic official appearing in front of him, snapping his wand in half, ordering him to go back to Dursley's house - or putting heavy shackles on him, Sirius roaring, and Mrs. Weasley leaning on Mr. Weasley's shoulder and weeping softly.

Ron shook his head, looked at himself, and shouted, "Don't worry, Harry—I'll go back to Azkaban to visit you—"

The figures around were blurring, Hermione's, Ning'an's, they leaned together, staring coldly at themselves, Dumbledore didn't say a word, Snape, Professor McGonagall, and on the other side, Qiu Zhang turned his face in disgust, no longer looking at Harry-

"No—" Harry exclaimed, and sat up from his bed/shang again, and in the haze, he had accidentally fallen asleep again.

"You're having nightmares again?" A familiar voice rang out in the small cabinet next to the bed, and Harry turned his head in surprise to see a pit viper with its head held high, staring at him with two narrow snake pupils.

"Poole!?" He exclaimed in surprise, if there was anything that could bring some sunshine to this destinedly gloomy day, what was happening in front of him could undoubtedly be counted as one.

"When did you come back?"

Harry hurriedly got up and put on his pants and clothes, stepped on his crimson plush slippers, hurried to the door, made sure that the door was locked, and then turned around and asked it cautiously, for the previous few days, Poole had been hiding in the forest outside the castle, and he had been saying that there was something in this castle that scared him.

"Just now, I calculated the date very accurately, today is the day you are going to the wizarding court and be judged, isn't it?"

"Ah, yes......" Harry sulked again at the mention of the Ministry of Magic's interrogation.

"Have you ever wondered what to do if the Ministry of Magic finds you guilty, Harry?"

Poole's words left Harry speechless, he had certainly thought about the scene of himself being imprisoned in Azkaban, which made him shudder, and he sternly told himself that no matter what, that outcome was absolutely unacceptable - but if it did, what could he do?

"I don't know......" Harry sat back in bed/hang, he really didn't know what to do, if Sirius might be able to give him some real advice, the Godfather might be the only one he believed in right now.

"Run—" Poole spitted out the letter and persuaded him, and Harry looked up at him incredulously, a look of absurdity on his face.

"No kidding, it's the Ministry of Magic, how do I get out of under the noses of a horde of wizards and Aurors? They weren't Muggles like the Dursleys! ”

"I got this for you." Poole silently rolled a white candle with his tail and handed it to Harry, who strangely took the candle, completely unaware of Poole's meaning.

"What are you talking about? Where did I find this - could I have escaped from the Ministry of Magic with a single candle? Harry's expression became even more depressed, he thought it was a pit viper playing a joke on him, although he didn't think Poole would do it, he was expecting a reasonable explanation.

"You know, animals are always good at finding all kinds of treasures in the mountains and woods, and you are a wizard, don't you know how to use candles?"

Poole said lightly, like a seasoned old man teaching a young man.

"Candle ...... How to use it? ”

Harry racked his brains to search every magical class he had attended, and neither Professor Flitwick, nor McGonagall, nor even Snape and the other Hogwarts professors had told him that candles had any other magical special uses.

"Light it and tell it where you want to go, and the candle will take you there, isn't that the most common technique used by wizards—" Poole's words came to an abrupt end, and he staggered into Harry's cuffs, and just as Harry was about to ask again, there was a knock on the door.

"Harry? It's time for you to get up, it's the day to go to the Ministry of Magic. "It's Hermione, Harry thought.

"Ning An will take you to the Ministry of Magic, I think you should freshen up and take care of it early, a good impression will work miracles, clean and tidy to leave a good impression on the Wizengamot......"

Hermione was still babbling about something outside the door, and Harry hurriedly tidied up, kicked his fluffy slippers away, stepped on his leather shoes, and hurried over to open the door.

"A fair ruling is also based on appearances...... Ah, you're awake, Harry. Hermione looked at Harry as if taken aback, then frowned, paying extra attention to the uneven seams on his T-shirt, collar and shoulders.

"Oh, I think you should wash your hair again, Harry, maybe a light-colored shirt would be better——?"

"All I have is this—please Hermione, let's go, we run out of time." Hermione's concern gave Harry a little of the memories of being best friends, and no matter what her relationship with Ning An was, maybe they could still be friends with each other.

"yes, breakfast!" Hermione said hurriedly turning around and walking briskly down the hallway, as if wishing for a second to instantly, the apparition shifted to the Great Hall.

Harry followed, slamming the door behind him, and walked through the cold corridor, the black walls on both sides seemed to have distorted faces, which was probably a castle prank, and Harry had a habit of turning the staircase landing these days, and he walked down the stairs lightly.

I thought there would be no one in the auditorium on the first floor, but as soon as I arrived at the staircase, I heard a low voice, and I stepped down the last step, turned out of the wall at the staircase, and saw strange wizards sitting on the long table in the auditorium, and suddenly made people think that Durmstrang had started school early.

They were neatly dressed in black robes, and when Harry appeared, many people looked up, some looked at him and whispered, of course, some didn't care, just glanced at him, and continued to lower their heads to eat, or talk to the people next to them.

Hermione walked straight to the front of the long table, beside Ning An, "Good morning—Harry—did you sleep well?" - Come and sit. ”

Ning An waved at Harry, greeting him, barely relieving him from his embarrassment.

"Very good." Harry walked over with his head down, accidentally knocking over the chair next to him.

"Yes—I'm sorry—" He reached out to help him up, but was picked up by a black-robed wizard first.

"What do you want to eat, Harry?" Ning An dragged him over, sat down on the stool on the other side, and asked loudly, "Maybe this is your last day in Durmstrong, don't you want to taste the special flavor here - stinky cod?" Whale meat? Or some meatballs? ”

"Just—just bread and porridge, thank you." Harry said that he had no desire to taste food for the time being, and that as long as he wasn't expelled from Hogwarts and imprisoned in Azkaban, he would rather eat only the worst things for the rest of the year.

"We'll go to London with Floo powder later, and then I'll take you to the Ministry of Magic." Ning An lowered her head and took a big bite of bacon ham as she spoke, Hermione showed a worried look on the side

"You're both going to the Ministry of Magic for the first time, right?"

Ning An rolled his eyes, of course he wouldn't say that he had infiltrated the Ministry of Magic once, but he just pointed at Leohhard casually and said:

"Althouse is familiar and he will make sure we don't get lost."

Harry looked up at a well-dressed wizard sitting directly across from him, and he nodded and smiled at Harry, a smile that made Harry feel a little more relaxed.

"The place of trial is the second basement floor, where I have been, to visit the owner of your Auror office, Mr. Scrimgeour, who is indeed experienced in the fight against crime."

"But in Amelia? Under Bones, Scrimgeour was always a little bit uncontrollable, you know some of his ideas, sometimes not so gentle......"

The other wizard spoke, Harry didn't know him either, and no one seemed to want to introduce him to it, these people were like going about their daily dinner table conversations, and Harry was happy to do so, so it was better for everyone not to pay attention to him.

"She's a fair witch, but sometimes ......"

"Don't worry too much, I'm sure you'll be fine." Ning An leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear, "Like I said before, be wary of your emotions, Harry, don't be manipulated by them, don't be reckless. ”

Harry nodded, absentmindedly eating the bread and a few slices of cheese on the plate, Ning An saw that Harry had almost eaten, looked up at the magic wall clock hanging directly above the auditorium, and said loudly:

"I guess we'll go now, maybe sooner, but the sooner we know about it, the better."

Harry silently got up from behind his stool, and the other wizards got up almost at the same time, and Harry's heart was beating when he saw it, and he even had the idea that these people were going to attack the Ministry of Magic, which rose in his mind, but was quickly forgotten.

The rest of the process was already familiar to Harry, and they came to the large room where he had arrived at Durmstrang through Floo Powder before, with rows of clear glass windows, allowing the bright sun outside the castle to shine in, blue sky and white clouds, and it looked like a good day today.

After Ning An sprinkled a handful of shiny powder into the fireplace, Shi Shiran walked into the fireplace, calling out the address somewhere in central London, Harry guessed that this might be the house they had bought from Muggles, or it might be Durmstrang's permanent property that he had already purchased in London.

Anyway, when Harry walked down the streets of London again, he still felt a little unbelievable, what he had experienced here a few weeks ago, so much so that he didn't even care about the sight of the crowd of black-clad wizards following behind him, in fact, there were no people on the street for some reason.

When Harry looked up, he found himself in a bleak side street, with only a few shabby-looking offices, a run-down tavern, and a dump truck that was about to overflow, and Harry had thought the Ministry of Magic was a much more magnificent place.

"Ah, you're here—" In front of a dilapidated red telephone booth not far away, stood a man in a suit and a polite head, who staggered over, his face flushed, whether it was excitement or some other reason.

came to Ning An and Harry, but the words were obviously said to Ning An, he seemed to want to kiss the back of Ning An's hand, but Ning An quietly refused.

"Long time no see, Paige, I'm going to trouble you this time."

"No, no, it's not a hassle at all, go this way, Director Persted is waiting for you in the office, and he will preside over this inquiry."

Harry then remembered that Ning An had come to the Ministry of Magic to be questioned, but unlike him, there was no Wizengamot to judge him, and it seemed to be just a simple question.

"Alright, guys, go to the tavern over there and rest for a while, I'm sure it won't be long before I'll be out."

Ning An turned around and shouted to the group of wizards who had followed, and then walked into the dilapidated red phone booth with Harry, the Ministry of Magic official named Page, and the wizard formerly known as Althouse.

Several pieces of glass were missing, and the back was clinging to the smeared walls, and the four of them were crammed into the phone booth, which was really crowded, but fortunately, Harry and Ning An were relatively thin and could barely squeeze in.

"You'd better hurry, Paige, before I get squeezed into a meatloaf—"

"Ah, yes, yes! I understand! Page nodded hurriedly, and Harry suspected he could see sweat oozing from his forehead, and he clung to the telephone device, clutching the microphone in one hand and expertly dialing the other hand.

“6…… 2, then 4...... And then another 4......"

Harry seemed to be listening to a lullaby, and he was about to suffocate in the crowded phone booth, but after a while, the trumpet seemed to be dialed, and Huhu turned back to its original position, and a woman's cold voice sounded in the phone booth.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and what to do."