Chapter 279: Courtroom 10 (modified)

Although Professor Snape had a heavy heart, he reluctantly nodded politely-at least by Snape's standards.

"Thank you for cultivating Alan. His potion knowledge is very rich." Owen Harris thanked heartily.

"This is entirely from his hard work." Professor Snape simply replied that he had no desire to talk to Owen Harris.

The keen Owen smiled and noticed the other party ’s status, and politely took Allen to confess to Professor Snape-he successfully applied for the right to let Allen go home for a temporary stay.

As long as Owen thought of his wife Morgan Le Fay's excitement and excitement after seeing Allen, the corner of his mouth could not help but hung a warm smile.

Allen spent a happy night at home, whether it was the family's enthusiastic hugs, or the rich cuisine that her mother's ingenuity rectified, which made Allen feel warm.

But the next morning, he was awakened by his father Owen's door clap.

"Wake up quickly, Alan, received an emergency notice from the ministry. In order to avoid more complicated situations, Sirius and Dwarf Peter need to be raided."

Irving briefly introduced the situation. He has a dark green under his eyes, and he seems to have not slept all night.

"In order to avoid more complicated situations." Allen chewed his father's words, while dressing and washing briskly.

Irving came to the Ministry of Magic with his son quickly. Instead of taking the complicated guest passage, he walked directly into the staff passage.

Allen didn't question, and followed his father quickly into the Ministry of Magic. But judging from the expressions of other people around, it seems that his father's position in the ministry has greatly improved!

Allen followed his father quickly through the empty hall and into another smaller hall.

There were at least twenty lifts there, blocked by refined golden fence doors.

As Ding Ding Dang and Kala Kala sounded, a lift descended in front of them.

The golden fence door gently slid open, and Harris and his son walked into the empty elevator.

"This scene is uncommon. It's usually crowded, like canned sardines." Owen joked.

He didn't want Allen to be nervous. After all, the place he was going to was the darkest courtroom in the entire Ministry of Magic.

The other courtrooms have already been fixed. Only this one is free and can be used to urgently try the cases of Sirius and Peter.

The elevator descended quickly, and because there were only two passengers, it quickly reached its destination.

"Mystery Department." A cold woman's voice suddenly appeared, and she fell silent.

The door of the elevator opened loudly, and the front of Allen was a very dark corridor, which was completely different from the corridors above which were empty and bright.

The wall was empty, with no doors or windows, but there was a simple black door at the end of the corridor.

Just when Allen thought the door was the end of the trip, Mr. Harris grabbed his arm and pulled him to the left, where there was a gap leading to a ladder.

"Come down, come down, be careful." Owen said, striding down two steps in one step, "I can't even get down the elevator so deep ... if not without other options, I really ..."

They went down the stairs and ran down a corridor, which was exactly the same as those in Hogwarts that led to Snape's underground classroom: rough stone walls and a torch in the bracket. The doors they passed here were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes embedded on them.

In front of a dark black door with a large iron lock, Owen stopped.

"The tenth courtroom, yes, this is it. Allen, are you ready?" Owen glanced at his son worriedly.

Although he knows Allen ’s excellence, in his eyes, Allen is after all a child. In such a gloomy place, witnessing the politicians ’games, watching the most serious court trial, and perhaps the most terrifying punishment, he Can it be accepted?

The content of Irving ’s concerns is not clear, but it does not prevent him from experiencing his father ’s concern.

Allen's heart warmed, showing a big smile to his father, nodded heavily-he was more fearless when there were relatives he needed to protect.

Owen patted his son's shoulder, twisted the heavy iron handle on the door, and entered the courtroom.

Allen thought it was more like a dungeon than a courtroom.

The surrounding walls were made of black stones, and the light of the torch was dim and gloomy.

There was a bleak and gloomy atmosphere in the room. There were no portraits on the walls and no decorations, only the dense rows of benches around them, stepped up in steps.

There is a chair in the center of the room, which is particularly eye-catching. On the armrest of the chair is a chain of iron on the left.

This chair is obviously prepared for the examinee ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The chained chair can be clearly seen from all seats.

When the heavy door closed behind Allen, an ominous silence shrouded it.

"Well, it seems that we came too early, actually the first one!" Owen shrugged.

"But that's fine, for such deliberations, it's more beneficial to arrive early than to be late." Owen explained to his son that he felt that some unspoken rules of the magic world could be selectively revealed to his smart son.

As Allen pondered the meaning of his father's words, the heavy door opened again, and chaotic footsteps came.

There were at least a hundred people who were black and pressed, like they had already made an appointment, and stepped into the courtroom.

In addition to the Minister of Magic Connelly Fudge, Mr. Crouch, who Allen met that day, was among them.

In addition to the Auror wearing a black robe, there were more than fifty wizards in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on the left front chest.

In it, Allen saw a familiar figure—Principal Albus Dumbledore.

Allen remembered Dumbledore's identity. He was not only the principal of Hogwarts, but also the president of the International Federation of Wizards and the chief magician of Wisengama.

In such an important court trial, he was also invited to attend.

Principal Dumbledore also apparently discovered Allen, his eyes flashing behind the crescent-shaped lens, revealing a short but encouraging smile to Ai Lu-for Dumbledore Allen No matter what other purpose it is behind this time, it helped him and the Phoenix Society he founded.

Fudge nodded at Harris and his son, and Crouch beside him was cold and expressionless.