They continued to follow the locket up a dusty staircase, crunching on it as if it were about to fall apart.

One of the doors was open, and the locket was just right to guide them, and they heard movement behind the door: a low moan, then a cat whining when it felt content, deep and loud.

When they entered, they saw a luxurious four-poster bed, the curtain of which was all dusty, and Crookhill lay on the bed, and whimpered loudly at the sight of them, expressing his satisfaction.

"Crookshan, why are you here?" Hermione shouted in surprise.

And at this moment, a black shadow came out of the window directly, and a vertical leap ran out.

"Don't worry!" Professor Dumbledore calmly stopped the few people who wanted to go over to take a look, led them downstairs again, and then violently broke open the door of the screaming shack.

Professor Snape was holding his wand in his hand, confronting a man with dirty, tangled hair that hung down to his elbows.

If the eyes hidden in the deep, dark sockets do not glow, he may be mistaken for a corpse.

The waxy skin clings to the skeleton of his face, looking like a skull, and at the moment he is grinning with yellow teeth, it is Sirius Black!

Harry was boiling with hatred in his chest right now, so there was no place for fear to stay.

For the first time in his life, he longed for the wand back in his hand like that, not to defend himself, but to attack, to kill.

He rushed forward separately, not knowing what he was going to do, but there was a sudden movement on either side of him, and both hands grabbed him and dragged him back. "No, Harry!" Hermione whispered to him in fear.

Harry spat and tried to break free of Rolf and Hermione's hands, but how could his small body escape from under Rolph's hands?

"You murderer! You can kill so many Muggles without caring to get your hands on Peter Pettigrew!

What's the matter if you're mad in Azkaban?" Harry seemed unusually furious, but couldn't do anything under Rolf.

"Harry, listen to him!calm down!" Rolf patted him on the back, hoping he would calm his agitation.

"He killed my mom and dad!" Harry yelled, struggling hard, trying to break free again, but to no avail.

Harry looked at him, a blue-black scar was appearing around Black's left eye, his nose was bleeding, it seemed to be a black punch from Snape?

Blake glared at Harry with his deep-set eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I don't deny it," he said calmly, "but if you know the whole story......

"All the details?" Harry repeated, a violent crash in his ears. "You betrayed them to Voldemort, that's all I need to know!"

A day later, a group of young Hogwarts wizards in uniform, professors with serious faces, and several lawbodies in Wizengamot uniforms surrounded them.

Interestingly, a petrified statue is floating behind them, like a child holding a balloon in a playground.

Rolf and the others were standing in 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 decorated with dark dark wood panels, with many gilded fireplaces 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 lining up in front of each fireplace, as if waiting to leave.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain, and in the middle of a circular waterhole stands a group of solid gold statues, larger than a life.

It was a statue of two male wizards, the tallest of which was a noble male wizard holding a wand high and pointing to the sky.

He was exuding a look of self-esteem in the world, which made Rolf very disdainful when he saw it.

Around him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf, all of whom 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 was the sound of tinkling and clanging water, the popping and popping of the phantom shifters, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of witches and wizards.

But they all had the lifeless expressions of office workers on their faces, and they strode towards the row of golden doors at the other end of the foyer.

"This way. Professor Dumbledore said.

As he passed the fountain, Bard saw a number of glittering silver sicos and copper nuts under the waterhole, and a small smudged sign next to it read:

All proceeds from the Fountain of the Magical Brothers are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for the Injured and Injured of Magic.

Rolf muttered in his heart: how can the wizarding world still believe in wishing?

They left the crowd of Ministry of Magic staff walking towards the golden gate and stood at a table on the left.

Under a sign on the table that read "Security Check" sat a wizard in a peacock blue robe with an uncleanly shaved beard.

As they approached, he raised his head and put down the Daily Prophet in his hand, and his originally impatient expression quickly became enthusiastic when he saw the comer.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, it's a pleasure to meet you, Professor Dumbledore. The wizard said happily when he saw Professor Dumbledore.

"We're here for the Wizengamot Tribunal," Professor Dumbledore said.

"Come over here. The wizard said, leading the group to the other side.

Rolf and the others walked up to him in turn, and saw the wizard holding up a long golden rod, as thin and resilient as the antenna of a car, and he swept it from top to bottom on the chests and backs of several men.

But when it was Peter's turn, the wizard seemed to be a little embarrassed and said, "Professor, what ......is this?"

Dumbledore had no choice but to lift Peter's petrification spell, and he shouldn't be able to escape from the Ministry of Magic anyway.

Peter, who regained his mobility, did not struggle as Rolf expected, but was quietly examined, apparently under the control of the Imperius Curse?

After they had all checked their wands, they headed for the elevator, and with a clattering click, an elevator descended in front of them.

The hearing on Sirius' escape from prison will soon be held in the Inquisition Hall on the tenth basement floor of the Ministry of Magic.

The Wizengamot is the highest court of wizarding in England, consisting of about fifty members, and its chief officer is known as the Chief Mage of the Wizengamot.

And this year's chief mage of the Wizengamot happens to be Professor Dumbledore, and almost everyone knows about it.

Because of this, the Wizengamot is also the most authoritative wizarding court in the world. After all, no matter how strict the law is, it needs strong force to enforce it before it can take effect.

And Dumbledore happens to be the most powerful wizard of our time.