Harry was going to the Ministry of Magic for trial. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At five o'clock in the morning, he suddenly came to his senses, as if someone had shouted in his ear.

He lay motionless, and slowly, the prospect of going to the Ministry of Magic for trial filled every cell of his brain.

When he got out of bed, he found that Mrs. Weasley had freshly washed jeans and a T-shirt at the foot of his bed. Harry fumbled to put them on. The blank piece of paper on the wall was eating and laughing.

Ron lay on his back on all fours, his mouth wide open, and he slept soundly. Harry walked across the room to the landing outside the door, slamming the door behind him with his backhand, and Ron didn't move. Harry struggled not to think that the next time he saw Ron, they might no longer be Hogwarts classmates. He walked lightly down the stairs, past the heads of Kreacher's ancestors, and into the kitchen below.

He thought there was no one in the kitchen, but as soon as he reached the door, he heard a low voice from behind the door. He pushed open the door and saw Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, and Duten all sitting there, as if waiting for him. They were all neatly dressed, except for Mrs. Weasley, who wore a purple dressing gown. As soon as Harry entered, she stood up.

"Breakfast." As she spoke, she drew her wand and hurried towards the stove.

"Morning—morning—good morning, Harry." Tonks said with a yawn. Her hair was blonde and curly this morning. "Did you sleep well?"

"Very good." Harry said.

"I didn't sleep all night — I didn't sleep — I didn't sleep." She said, trembling and yawning again, "Come and sit down......

She dragged out a chair, only to overturn a nearby chair.

"What do you want to eat, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked aloud, "Porridge?" Muffins? Fish? Ham and eggs? Bread? ”

"Just come to the bread, thank you." Harry said.

Lupin glanced at Harry, then said to Tonks, "What did you say happened to Scrimgeour?" ”

"Oh...... That's right...... Well, we need to be a little more careful, and he started asking me and Kingsley some weird questions......"

They didn't ask Harry to join the conversation, and he was relieved. He had been nervous. Mrs. Weasley placed two slices of bread and marmalade in front of him, and he ate them with great effort, chewing wax. Mrs. Weasley sat down on the other side of him and began to take extra care of his T-shirt, tucking the tags in and smoothing the seams on his shoulders the next. Harry wished she hadn't.

“…… I'll have to tell Dumbledore that I can't work the night shift tomorrow, I'm too tired. Tonks said, yawning again.

"I'll do it for you," said Mr. Weasley, "I'm fine, I'm going to get a report anyway......"

Instead of wearing wizarding robes, Mr. Weasley wears a pair of pinstriped pants and an old short jacket. He turned his gaze away from Tonks to Harry.

"How are you feeling?"

Harry shrugged.

"It's going to be over soon." Mr. Weasley cheered him on, saying, "In a few hours, you'll have nothing to do." ”

Harry didn't say anything.

"The trial is on my floor, in Amelia Bones' office. She's the head of the Department of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic, and she'll be up to you to ask you questions when the time comes. ”

"Amelia Bones is fine, Harry," Tonks said sincerely, "she's fair and will listen to you." ”

Harry nodded, still unable to think of a word.

"Don't lose your temper," Sirius said suddenly, "be polite and realistic. ”

Harry nodded again.

"The law will support you." Lupin whispered, "Even underage wizards should be allowed to use magic when their lives are threatened. ”

A cool stuff was running down the back of Harry's neck, and for a moment he thought someone was casting a spell on him, only to realize that it was Mrs. Weasley who was using a wet comb against his hair. She pressed hard against the top of his head.

"Is it possible for it to come down?" She said desperately.

Harry shook his head.

Mr. Weasley looked at his watch and looked up at Harry.

"I suppose we'll go now," he said, "a little early, but I think you'd better leave for the Ministry of Magic than to stay here." ”

"Okay." Without thinking, Harry put down his bread and stood up.

"You'll be fine, Harry." Tonks said and patted his arm.

"Good luck." "I'm sure everything will go well." ”

"If not," Sirius said with a calm face, "I'll settle accounts with Amelia Bones for you......"

Harry forced a smile.

"Relax, the Ministry of Magic is still reasonable."

Duten also put down the newspaper in his hand and smiled at Harry.

Mrs. Weasley approached him and hugged him vigorously.

"We all cross our fingers and pray for you." She said.

"Okay," said Harry, "then...... See you later. ”

He followed Mr. Weasley upstairs and through the foyer.

He could hear Sirius' mother murmuring in her sleep behind the curtains. Mr. Weasley pulled the latch from the door, and the two went outside. It was just dawn, and the sky was gray and chilly.

"You don't usually walk to work, do you?" Harry asked him as they walked briskly around the square.

"Yes, I'm usually apparitioned," said Mr. Weasley, "but obviously you won't, and we'd better get there by non-magical means...... Give someone a better impression that you are on trial because of ......"

Mr. Weasley walked with one hand in his jacket, and Harry knew he must have a wand in his hand. There was hardly a single person on the dilapidated streets, but when they walked into the shabby, nondescript subway station, they found it crowded with passengers who had gone to work in the morning. Mr. Weasley could not contain his deep interest, as he did every time he found himself close to the Muggles who were going about their daily business.

"It's incredible," he whispered, referring to the ticket machines, "it's amazing." ”

"It's broken." Harry pointed to the sign.

"Yes, but even so......," Mr. Weasley said, looking at the ticket machines with a smile on his face.

They still bought their subway tickets from a sleepy-eyed administrator, and five minutes later, they boarded the subway. The Underground carried them as they roared towards central London. Mr. Weasley nervously checked the subway route map above the window.

"Four more stops, Harry...... Now there are three more stops...... Two more stops, Harry......"

They got off the train at a stop in central London, and they were thrust out of the tube by countless well-dressed men and women carrying briefcases. They ascended the escalator and passed through the ticket gate to a wide street lined with majestic buildings, and the street was already full of traffic.

"What is this place?" Mr. Weasley asked blankly, and Harry thought that despite Mr. Weasley's frequent check-checking of the subway map, they had gotten off the wrong station, and his heart stopped beating in fright. But then Mr. Weasley said, "Ah, yes...... This way, Harry. He turned and led Harry into a fork in the road.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I've never been on the subway, and from a Muggle point of view, everything is completely different." To be honest, I haven't used the guest entrance once before. ”

As they walked forward, the buildings on both sides of the street were becoming less imposing than they had been before. Eventually, they came to a bleak side street with only a few run-down-looking offices, a tavern, and a dump truck that was about to overflow. Harry had thought the Ministry of Magic was in a much more magnificent place.

"Here we are." Mr. Weasley said happily, pointing to a dilapidated red telephone booth with several pieces of glass missing, and a smeared wall clinging to it, "You go in first, Harry." ”

He opened the door to the phone booth.

Harry walked in, wondering what the hell was going on. Mr. Weasley squeezed in and stood beside Harry, backhanding the door shut. The phone hung crookedly from the wall, as if some vandal had tried to rip it off. Mr. Weasley reached through Harry and picked up the microphone.

"Mr. Weasley, I think the phone may be broken, too." Harry said.

"No, no, I'm sure it's not broken." Mr. Weasley said, holding the microphone above his head and looking at the dial pad, "Let me think...... 6......" he dialed the number, "2...... 4…… Another 4...... Another 2......"

As the dial turned back to its original position, a woman's cold voice rang out from the phone booth, but it didn't come from the microphone that Mr. Weasley was holding, it was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing beside them.

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

"Hmm......" said Mr. Weasley, apparently unsure whether he should speak into the microphone. Finally he relented and put the messenger to his ear, "Arthur Weasley, the Division for the Prohibition of Muggle Items, came with Harry Potter, and the ministry asked him to stand trial......"

"Thank you," said the woman's cold voice, "Guest, please take the badge and pin it in front of your clothes." ”

Tin-zero-zero, boom, Harry saw something slip out of the metal chute he normally used to withdraw coins. He picked it up: it was a boxy silver badge that read: Harry Potter, on trial. He pinned the badge to his T-shirt, and the woman's voice rang out again.

"Guests of the Ministry of Magic, you will need to be screened at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security desk is located at the end of the main hall. ”

"Guests of the Ministry of Magic, you will need to be screened at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security desk is located at the end of the main hall. ”

The floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled. They slowly sank into the ground. Harry watched in horror as the sidewalk outside the glass window of the phone booth rose higher and higher, and finally darkness fell above them. He couldn't see anything but the monotonous, shrill grinding sound of the phone booth sinking into the ground. After about a minute, but Harry felt much longer, a thin golden light hit his feet, and then the golden light gradually widened, expanding over his body, and finally hitting his face, and he had to blink hard to keep the tears from coming out.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a nice day." The woman's voice said.

The door to the phone booth slammed open, and Mr. Weasley stepped out, Harry following behind, his mouth closed in astonishment.

They stood at the end of a long golden hall with a polished dark wood floor. The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with glittering gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board. The walls on all four sides are lined with dark wood panels of jet black and shiny, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the boards. Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard pops out of one of the fireplaces on the left. And on the right, there are several people waiting in line in front of each fireplace waiting to leave.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain. In the middle of a circular waterhole stands a group of solid gold statues, larger than a human life. The tallest of them all was a noble wizard holding a wand high and pointing to the sky. Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf. The centaurs, elves, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards with infinite adoration. Beams of shining water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the tip of the elf's hat, from the ears of the house-elf. There were the sounds of dingdong and dingdong and rattling water, the popping and snapping sounds of phantom shifters, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of witches and wizards. With the lifeless expressions of the morning on their faces, they strode toward the row of golden doors at the end of the foyer.

As Harry and Mr. Weasley were on their way to the place where they were being interrogated, Harry stood up from his table.

"Are you going out?"

Sirius glanced at Du Teng and asked.

"Well, go out and do something. If Professor Dumbledore returns, tell him he doesn't have to wait for me. If Harry or Ron come to me, tell them I'll be back soon. ”

Du Teng tidied up his clothes and said with a smile.

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Sirius didn't ask him what he was going to do, and he probably wouldn't have said if he did.

"Okay."

Du Teng nodded, flashed, and disappeared from the room with a crackling sound.

Sirius looked at the place where Du Ten had disappeared, and was silent for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, before he withdrew his gaze and continued to look down at the newspaper. (To be continued.) )