The door of the State Banquet Hall seems to be a little different from usual.

After getting out of the car, Mr. Huck did not rush to follow the wizard directly.

He remembered his pact with Dumbledore.

Really.

After a while, the door of the state banquet hall was pushed open.

Headmaster Whitebeard: Dumbledore, a purple robe appeared in front of the State Banquet Hall.

The gate was diverted by the wizards, and as long as you pass through, you can directly reach the Ministry of Magic.

It's a bit like the Witches Congress of the United States, the Woolworth Building in New York, a building that No-Maj shares with wizards - cast the right spell and it converts into a space for wizards.

Wizards in England don't look down on this kind of Muggle-friendly architecture.

They see this as proof that there is no substance.

The old headmaster took three steps and two steps, and came to Mr. Huck and whispered a few words to him.

Then the Prime Minister nodded in response.

Then he motioned for everyone behind him to follow, and he walked towards the state banquet hall with his legs open.

...

On the other side, the Golden Hall of the Ministry of Magic was already crowded with wizards from all walks of life in Britain.

Right in front of the solid gold statue in the foyer, the wizards have erected a grandstand that resembles the Colosseum.

At this time, all the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic were present.

Everyone was dressed up and had serious expressions on their faces, waiting for what they considered to be enemy Muggles.

"Cornelius Fudge, Rufus Scrimgeour of the Auror Command, Falda Hopkirk of the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, Barty Crouch of the International Department of Magical Cooperation, and Amelia Bones of the Division of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Oh my God, these are all uncommon big people, and they are all here today."

"No, even that red-haired Weasley is here, and their Office for the Prohibition of Muggle Objects seems to have nothing to do with that!" "What is this, didn't you see that the freaks of the Magical Creatures Management and Control Department are all involved, a group of people who deal with magical beasts, and I don't know if they can speak human words."

Under the stands, a group of wizards sat around, and it was clear from their proper attire that most of these people were so-called pure-blood nobles.

Above these people are a group of Wizengamot members dressed in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on their left chest.

At the head of the list is none other than Connelly Fudge, the current Minister of Magic.

On either side are the officials of the Ministry of Magic, and below those officials are a large number of ordinary employees or civilian wizards.

In the center of the stands, a huge and complex clock floats.

Numerous metal gears engage with each other to power the hour and minute hands.

The time shows that it is 4:50 p.m. at the moment.

Just when everyone was holding their breath, under the arched bridge-like dome in the distance, suddenly the space bent.

Like broken glass.

Shimmering with a mirror-like light.

A figure squeezed out of the glass, and then, the second, the third, slowly, a large number of people poured in.

The whole hall was a little crowded for a while.

The first thing that started to move was that the three major combat units, MI6, MI5, and CTSFO, immediately scattered in all directions.

The WIC agents have taught these elites how to deal with wizards, and while they may not be very useful, they can do harm to them.

Mr. Huck and the others, led by several wizards, walked towards the grandstand in the center of the hall.

Everything was in order.

As for what the Muggle soldiers did, the wizards were unmoved.

The pride of magic in his bones made him watch as the group of Muggles brought in a large lead box two meters long and wide from outside.

No one knows what was put where.

Except for Prime Minister Harker and the Secretary of State for Defence, even the prince did not know what was in it.

Wait for the Muggle side to take their seats.

Holding the gavel Fudge, he knocked it down, and a cold voice rang out.

"Mr. Windsor has confessed to his crimes, and I think the Wizengamot can be sentenced directly!"

At this time, Anthony, who was sitting on a chair at the bottom of the stands, almost didn't scold him directly, this hasn't started the court yet, you are going to try, so you are pumping your head, what are you doing with this situation? Throw him directly at Azkaban, and it won't be long enough.

It is recommended that the trial be omitted in the future, troublesome.

Whoever you say is guilty, just take it.

It would be better for the Ministry of Magic to change its name, and it would be the Gestapo, or the Death Eater Club.

"Is this the legal process for wizards? So what else do you need the law for? It's better to be toilet paper! ”

Immediately, a young (relative) judge stood up, waving the manuscript in his hand, which was a copy of the Secrecy Act.

"What are you talking about, you damn Muggle?" A wizard also jumped out from the wizard's side, drew his wand and aimed it at the judge, his face full of ferocity. It was as if he was going to throw a death curse in the face of this daring Muggle in the next moment.

"Humph!"

The judge, who looked at him only in his forties, snorted softly.

Born in England, he graduated from Oxford University and is the current Chief Adviser to the Secretary of Justice.

There has been news in the Cabinet that he will soon succeed the Minister of Justice as the new Minister of Justice.

The former minister, an old man in his seventies, always dozed off on the way to cabinet meetings.

Especially when the Prime Minister is speaking...

"I'm trying to be honest." Mr. Judge looked at him with no hint of reciprocation, guarding the soldiers, and aimed his gun at the wizard.

The scene suddenly fell silent.

Although many expected that the meeting between wizards and Muggles would not be too pleasant, the first sentence was tense and unexpected.

"That's it!"

At this point, the silent Fudge suddenly spoke, he stopped the wizard, and then said with a little disdain, "Since you have read the Secrecy Law, then... If you have any objections now, you can raise them directly. ”

He had to show his generosity as a minister and prove himself to be a good leader.

Of course, Fudge didn't think Muggles could understand the letter of the law better than the professional judges around him.

Can you Muggles defeat wizards in the letter of our wizards' laws?

Is this really a fairy tale?

"Of course, we have a lot of objections."

With that, the members of the emergency jury got up in turn, stepped out of their seats, and came to Anthony's side.

They nodded to Anthony and Professor McGonagall beside him, before one of the judges spoke, "His Highness Anthony ...... in accordance with Article 7 of the International Confederation of Wizards' Secrecy Act."

"The provisions of Article 12..."

"Twenty-fourth, twenty-fifth, thirty, sixtieth, seventy-one, seventy-second, seventy-seventh......"

Gradually, the stage became the sole show of the Muggle judges, for a full half hour. They are non-repetitive, uninterrupted, constantly listing loopholes in the letter of the law and defending the legitimacy of Anthony's actions.

In the stands, Sir Humphrey licked his lips unconsciously, a honeyed smile on his face.

Play word games with them, you wizards! But it's still tender!