At least there was a catch, Van Lin thought distractedly as he and Ron walked briskly towards the elevator.

It is worth mentioning that Ron became wet again, after Van Lin lifted the spell, although Ron generally found a solution, but those water pipes and ceilings were not as easy to deal with as imagined, and Van Lin stared at those spells and magic arrays, and finally Ron still needed to ask for help from professionals.

In fact, Ron is a professional himself, and of course, this is who Ron is now.

Inevitably, the water once again made Ron embarrassed by you.

And most intuitively, the string of wet footprints in the corridor is the best proof of this.

However, when the elevator was opened, Fan Lin was a little stunned, the person in front of him was very familiar, but for a while, Fan Lin hesitated.

"You two ......," said the tall man in front of him.

"Ah, hello......" Ron scratched his head, he wasn't feeling well right now.

"So, what the hell is wrong with you two? Ron and Van Lin are me, Harry!" Harry said as he rode in the car, his formidable size now......

"Harry, ah, I forgot what you look like...... "Ron said, "those damn plumbing are really irritating. ”

"Harry?" Van Lin was stunned as he poked behind Harry, "Why isn't Hermione with you?"

"She had to go to the courtroom below with Umbridge, she couldn't refuse, and ......"

Before Harry could finish his sentence, the elevator stopped again. When the door opened, Mr. Weasley walked in with an elderly witch with her hair tied up high like an anthill.

"Oh, hello, Ray," Mr. Weasley looked around when he heard the sound of water droplets dripping from Ron's robes. "Didn't your wife come to inquire about anything today? Uh- what's going on? Why are you soaking wet?"

"It's raining in Yaxley's office," Ron said with some evasion, trying not to let himself look into Mr. Weasley's eyes.

There's always some special connection between relatives, isn't it, and Ron is probably afraid that he won't be able to continue after making eye contact with Mr. Weasley.

"I can't get it to stop, so ...... So I thought I should go to Bernie Piersworth, and I think they said ......."

Ron stammered,

"Yes, it's been raining in a lot of offices lately," Mr. Weasley said. "Did you try to find Matro Roginx Recato? who works for Bletchley. ”

"Metrologenx Rekato?" Ron whispered. "No, I haven't. Thank you, Dad...... I mean, thank you, Arthur. ”

The elevator doors opened, and the old witch with the anthill hairstyle walked out, and Ron sprang past her, disappearing from Van Lin and Harry's vision.

However, before the two of them could follow, they found Percy Weasley striding into the elevator and blocking their way.

Percy was burying his head in a few pages reading something when the elevator doors clanged shut before he realized he was in an elevator with his father.

When he looked up and saw Mr. Weasley, his face immediately turned as red as a carrot. When the elevator door opened again, he ran out as fast as he could.

Harry and Van Lin tried to get out of the elevator again, but this time, Mr. Weasley blocked them with his arm, Harry to be exact.

"Wait a minute, Blue Cohen. The elevator closed, carrying them down with a clang. At this point, Mr. Weasley said, "I heard you have news of Dirk Chryswell. ”

Harry felt that Mr. Weasley's anger had been exacerbated by the skirmish with Percy, so he thought his best bet was to play dumb.

"What did you say?"

"Don't play dumb, Blue Cohen," Mr. Weasley said angrily, "you caught the wizard who forged his family tree, didn't you?"

"I ...... What if I catch that?" said Harry.

"I say, Dirk Chryswell is a wizard ten times better than you," Mr. Weasley whispered, and the elevator went deeper. "If he escapes from Azkaban alive, you'll have to give an account to him, not to mention his wife, son, and his friends......"

"Arthur," Harry interrupted, "you know you're being watched, don't you?"

"Are you threatening me, Lan Cohen?" Mr. Weasley said loudly.

"No," said Harry, "it's true! they're watching your every move—" The elevator door opened. They had arrived in the atrium. Mr. Weasley gave Harry a stern look and walked out of the elevator quickly.

Harry stood there, trembling slightly. How he wished he had become someone else and not Blue Cohen...... The elevator doors slammed shut again, leaving only Verlin and Harry.

"Mr. Weasley isn't here anymore, Harry!" Van Lin said silently, Harry didn't respond, just listened to the sound of the elevator slowly descending.

Now, while Ron went to deal with the rainy offices, he and Van Lin had to try to rescue Hermione.

To be exact, if there was any problem, there was no suspense, and Van Lin would definitely pull out his wand.

"We're here!" Van Lin said, and walked out first.

It is a stone passage illuminated by torches, completely different from the carpeted corridors above, with wooden floors embedded in them.

The elevator creaked away again, and it was a little cold, which made Harry shiver slightly, looking at the black door at the entrance of the Department of Mysteries in the distance.

Van Lin was standing and waiting, only Harry had been to the interrogation room, so it was better not to run around the Department of Mysteries.

Harry stepped aside, not toward the black door, but toward the doorway he remembered leading up a flight of stairs leading down to the courtroom.

Harry, meanwhile, walked slowly down the stairs as he thought of a possible plan in his head, one that would reduce the risk of rescue.

Van Lin hadn't even fully recovered, so it was obviously not a good idea to do it here, and he still had some decoy bombs on him, but maybe it would be better to knock on the door of the courtroom and go in as Lan Cohen and ask for a few words with Mafada?

Of course, he didn't know if Blue Cohen was a figure important enough to successfully complete the plan, and even if he managed to do so, Hermione's disappearance could trigger a search before they could escape the Ministry of Magic......

Harry was lost in thought, not immediately aware of the unusual chill that was approaching him, as if he had fallen into a cold mist. With each step, he felt colder, cold enough to freeze his throat and tear his internal organs apart. Then he felt that feeling of hopelessness, helplessness enveloping him, spreading within his body......

"There's a Dementor!" Van Lin frowned, the feeling of cold forehead made him uncomfortable, unlike the coldness of the temperature, it was a shiver from the heart.

As he descended to the bottom of the staircase and turned to the right, Vanlin and Harry saw a terrible scene.

The dark passage outside the courtroom was crowded with tall, black-turbaned figures, their faces completely hidden in cloaks, and the only sound in the silent passage was the staccato hoarse sound of their breathing.

The Muggle wizards who had been brought in for questioning were visibly frightened, curled up in a ball and shivering on the cold wooden benches. Most of them buried their faces deep in their hands, perhaps instinctively trying to protect themselves under the hungry greedy lips of the Dementors. Some are accompanied by family members, others sit alone.

The Dementors slid back and forth in front of them.

The coldness, helplessness, and despair felt like a disaster to Harry. Defeat it, Harry told himself, but he knew that here he could not summon a Patronus without revealing himself.

"Calm down, Harry!" Van Lin reached out and grabbed Harry, motioning for him not to use his wand.

No one knew Harry's feelings for Dementors better than Verlin, especially when they were a threat to others, and it was natural for Harry to feel a sense of sympathy.

"I know. Harry took a deep breath and walked as quietly as he could, each step Harry felt the numbness creeping through his mind, but he forced himself to think about the friends of the series, they needed him.

It was a terrible thing to pass through the tall black figures: as Harry and Van Lin passed by them, the eyeless faces hidden under the cloak suddenly turned.

Harry was sure that the Dementors felt him, felt, perhaps, a being who still had some hope and joy at that moment, and in that terrible, almost frozen silence, the door to one of the dungeons on the left side of the corridor suddenly opened, and screams echoed.

"No, no, I'm half-blood, I'm half-blood, I'll tell you! My father was a wizard, he was, go check his information, Archie Aldetong, he's a famous broom handle designer, go check his information, I'll tell you...... Take your hands away from me, take your hands away......"

"This is your last warning," Umbridge said in her sweet, magically amplified voice, so that it still sounded clear to the man's desperate shouts.

"If you struggle again, I'll give you a 'Dementor kiss'"

The man's screams subsided, but his dry sobs still echoed through the hallway.

"Take him away. Umbridge said. Two Dementors appeared in the hallway outside the trial room, grabbing the arm of the seemingly unconscious wizard with their rancid, scabbed hands. They carried him and slid down the corridor away, slowly darkening everywhere they went, losing light until they could see nothing.

"Next...... Mary Kate Moore," Umbridge cried. A little woman stood up, trembling from head to toe. She was dressed in a modest robe, and her black hair was softly curled into a bun at the back of her head. Her face was bloodless. As she made her way through the Dementors, Harry and Van Lin could clearly see her trembling as they hid under their cloaks of invisibility.

As the door slowly closed, Harry and Van Lin slid quickly behind her into the dungeon......

It was completely instinctive, and he didn't have any plan beforehand, because he hated the situation when she walked into the dungeon alone.

This wasn't the dungeon that Harry had been interrogated for misuse of magic in the past, this one was smaller, though the ceiling was just as low...... This gives the feeling of being imprisoned at the bottom of a deep well, as if suffering from claustrophobia. There were more Dementors inside, standing in the corner of the room like sentinels with expressionless faces, a chill that enveloped the dungeon.

Behind the railing of the judgment seat sat Umbridge, with Yaxley on one side and Hermione, as pale as Mrs. Katemore.

For a moment, Harry could clearly feel that Van Lin was almost rushing out, but this time it was him who stopped Van Lin.

Beneath the platform, a silver long-haired cat cruised back and forth. Harry realized that it was meant to protect the plaintiffs from the desperation unleashed by the Dementors: despair was for the defendants, not for the plaintiffs.

"You may be seated. Umbridge said in her sweet voice, still in her sweet voice.

Mrs. Katemore stumbled off the platform and sat down in a single chair in the middle of the subfloor. The shackles that popped out of the armrest of the chair immediately tied her up.

"Are you Mary-Elizabeth Katemore?" Umbridge asked. Mrs. Katemore trembled and nodded.

"You're married to Reginald Katemore of the Magic Repair Service, aren't you?"

Mrs. Katemore burst into tears.

"I don't know where he is, he should have been waiting for me here!" Umbridge ignored her.

"You're the mother of Mezzie, Ellie, and Alfred Katemore, aren't you?"

Mrs. Katemore cried even harder.

"They must have freaked out. They thought I couldn't go home......"

"I beg your pardon," Yaxley interrupted. "We don't have sympathy for the mudbloods. ”

Lady Katemore's sobs drowned out the footsteps of Harry and Van Lin, allowing them to cautiously make their way to the staircase leading to the judgment seat. The moment he walked through the Patronus Cat's Parade Zone, Harry noticeably felt the difference in the atmosphere: it was warm and cozy. He was sure that the cat was the Patronus summoned by Umbridge, and that it was shining brightly, because Umbridge was happy here—it was her territory, and it was enforcing the laws she had helped write that were not at all right.

Harry and Van Lin moved very carefully on the platform behind Umbridge, Yaxley, and Hermione, and then sat down in the row behind no one.

Van Lin was a little worried that it would make Hermione jump in fear.

He even considered casting a 'Shut Earplug' spell on Umbridge and Yaxley, or just killing them all, but even the sound of a whispered spell would have alerted Hermione.

At this moment Umbridge raised her voice to speak to Mrs. Katemore, and Van Lin seized the opportunity.

"I'm behind you. He whispered in Hermione's ear. As he expected, Hermione was startled and nearly knocked over the inkwell that had been used to record the conversation, but Umbridge and Yaxley's attention was on Mrs. Katemore, so Hermione's actions went unnoticed.

"When you arrived at the Ministry of Magic to-day, we found a wand from you, Lady Katemore," said Umbridge, "eight and three-quarters inches, cherry wood, and a unicorn hair in it. Right?"

Mrs. Katemore nodded, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. "Can you tell us which wizard you took this wand from?"

"Capture ...... "Take?" said Mrs. Cattmore, sobbing, "I have not taken it from anyone...... Capture it. I bought this wand when I was eleven years old, and it ...... It...... It chose me. "She cried even harder than before.