Chapter 297 Dungeon and Courtroom

Department of Mysteries.

The female voice on the newspaper floor was still as indifferent as before, and for some reason, she didn't give more introductions to the specific departments on this floor, as if there was no need for any introduction here.

Neither Mr. Weasley nor Harry was in a hurry. They let the wizard named Bod standing at the elevator door go out first, and then they looked at each other.

Harry silently nodded to Mr. Weasley, with a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes—I'm afraid even Maca didn't expect that such a good opportunity would come up in this mission!

The corridor outside the elevator was completely different from the corridors above. The black brick walls on both sides were empty, with no doors or windows, nothing.

Harry glanced over the shoulder of Mr. Bird to the corridor ahead, only to find that there was a simple black door at the end.

Mr. Weasley and Harry followed behind each other, walking forward pretending to be natural, and Harry felt his breathing became a little short.

Since luck had given him such a good opportunity, he certainly didn't want to miss it - Harry was starting to get nervous.

In the list that Maca asked him to memorize, there was the name of this Mr. Bird!

Unmistakable, Broderick Bird, one of the staff of the Department of Mysteries. Mr. Weasley had identified him, and he was ready to act.

But……

Is the other party a wizard loyal to the Ministry of Magic? Or, is he already a member of Voldemort? Will the other party be vigilant about the surrounding situation? He must be vigilant!

Harry kept thinking, thinking as he walked, and before he knew it, he was halfway down the corridor.

No, hurry up, or you will miss this opportunity!

Harry stared fixedly at the opponent's thin back, took two quick steps, and at the same time stretched his hands into his sleeves, as if he was about to throw something onto the opponent's back.

But at this moment, Bode suddenly turned around!

Harry was so frightened that his heart stopped. He put his hands in his sleeves, his face became extremely stiff.

Arthur, Bode said while walking forward while staring at Harry, this is?

Harry Potter, I think you know.

Mr. Weasley actually felt a little jittery just now, but compared to Harry, who was usually a little cheerful, he seemed much calmer and more stable at the moment.

Oh— Bode still stared at Harry without blinking, and said quietly, Yes, of course it is.

Harry kept forcing himself to calm down in his heart. His hand was still in his sleeve, but if he pulled it out now, it would look very abrupt.

So, although this movement was unnatural, Harry still kept moving forward with his sleeves rolled up.

Bode hadn't stopped a step since just now, he stared at Harry for a while, and then turned his head straight ahead again.

call--

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, when he found that they had reached the end of the corridor, his heart was anxious again.

Three more steps... two steps... one step...

Bode stood in front of the black door at the end of the corridor, but he didn't seem to have any intention of opening it—he turned around again, waiting for Harry and Mr. Weasley to pass first.

There is a gap on the left hand side at the end of the hallway, where there is a staircase leading to a deeper level.

The other party is watching, is there no chance? If you knew this earlier, don't hesitate at the beginning!

Harry silently endured the remorse in his heart, followed Mr. Weasley to the left, and continued down.

Such a great opportunity...

Harry couldn't help but glanced back up the steps, and then his eyes lit up - Bode opened the door! He's going in!

Although because of the steps, he could only see half of the opponent's body, but what he wanted to throw there was not something that needed to be thrown very precisely.

isn't it?

Maybe the action of taking out something and throwing it out has been rehearsed countless times in my mind, or maybe it's because I really don't want to miss this golden opportunity...

Almost reflexively, Harry pulled out his hand that was in his sleeve, and with a flick of his hand, he threw a small thing up the steps with all his might.

A very small black figure drew an arc in the air, and landed on the floor a foot away from Bode with extremely poor accuracy!

There was no sound, and Bode didn't respond, but he had already walked into the door at this moment, and he was about to close the door...

At this moment, the inconspicuous black spot on the ground moved by itself, and at the last moment when the black door was about to close, it got into the crack of the door.

boom.

The black door is closed, is the mission complete? It should be considered complete, right?

It's not bad. Mr. Weasley patted Harry's shoulder lightly, and then urged, Don't be dazed, the next thing is the reason for you to come this time, don't relax! Um...but don't be too Nervous... in moderation, in moderation!

Harry nodded hurriedly, took another look at the closed black door, and followed Mr. Weasley to the lower floor.

They went down to the bottom of the stairs and down a corridor that looked exactly like the ones at Hogwarts leading to Snape's dungeon: rough stone walls, brackets with torches stuck in them, And a gloomy vibe.

Harry noticed that the doors they passed were heavy wooden doors with strong iron latches and small keyholes.

Tenth courtroom... I think we're almost there, yes!

In front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock, Mr. Weasley stopped and looked at Harry who was following him.

Go, he said, shaking his head towards the door, go in!

Aren't you together? Harry asked in a daze.

Oh, no, I'm afraid I can't... Mr. Weasley shrugged helplessly, Sorry... remember to answer the question calmly, and good luck!

Harry felt that his heart was working extra hard today. How many times has it jumped into his throat?

He swallowed hard, stretched out his hand with a sullen face, twisted the heavy and cold iron handle on the door, and walked into the courtroom with stiff steps.

The walls of the courtroom are all made of black stones. Unlike the black bricks on the upper floor, the stones here look huge and rough, and they don't reflect light at all.

Those strange black stones seem to swallow the light, which makes the light of the torch even more dim and gloomy.

Harry took a few steps inside and found himself on a stone platform.

On both sides of him, there are rows of stepped seats that rise step by step; and directly in front of him, on the highest row of seats, many indistinct figures appear impressively.

They had been whispering ever since, and when the heavy door closed behind Harry, an ominous air settled over them.

Just when Harry was in a daze, a cold man's voice echoed in the courtroom.

Have you received a notice to change the review time and review location?

……yes.

Harry didn't realize who was talking for a while, he looked around and replied subconsciously.

There was another chest-thinning silence, and Harry understood that the reason the other party made the urgent change was to give him a bad impression - this was Maca's guess, but it was obviously very reasonable.

Sit down! The cold male voice suddenly said again.

Harry lowered his gaze to the chair in the center of the stone platform. The armrests of the chair were chained to the left and right.

He tried to force himself to calm down, but the surrounding atmosphere and the inexplicable pressure emanating from this stone platform made him a little breathless, which made him unable to keep calm at all.

There was a loud, chaotic echo as Harry walked across the stone floor.

He carefully sat on the edge of the chair, and the chain on the armrest jingled and vibrated. The unknown breath was extremely dangerous, as if it contained special magic.

Those chains seemed to be just vibrating, but they still didn't bind him after all.

But even so, Harry still felt dizzy and nauseous. He looked up at the people sitting on the bench above, and felt that his field of vision had narrowed.

Has Maca ever sat on this before? Harry suddenly thought, Given his strength and his crimes at the time, these terrible chains must have tied him up without hesitation? It's unimaginable... ...

He looked up, and all he could see was about fifty people. Those people were all wearing purple-red robes, with a silver w embroidered on the left front chest.

They were all looking down at him, some with stern faces, others with undisguised curiosity—even Harry could tell that there must be several factions among them.

In the middle of the front row of benches sat a man Harry didn't recognize. The man had long, brushed-back hair, a goatee, and a very serious look.

To his left sat a square-jawed, broad-set sorceress with short gray hair and heavily reflective glasses, with a terrifying expression on her face.

And to his right sat another witch, and because she was sitting a little too far back, Harry couldn't really see her face at this moment in shadow.

Okay, said the middle-aged male wizard in the middle, the defendant is here, let's begin—

Just as he was talking, he yelled at the wizard on the farthest seat: Are you ready?

Yes, sir, said a voice familiar to Harry eagerly.

That was Ron's brother Percy Weasley!

He was sitting on the far end of the front seat, and Harry looked at Percy, expecting him to at least show an expression of recognition, but there was none on his face.

Percy's pupils hidden behind horn-rimmed glasses were focused on the parchment on the table, and a quill was in his hand, ready to write.

Harry recalled the conversation he had had when he first arrived at Black's old house——Percy, it seems that he really betrayed everyone!