Chapter 483 Participating In The Trial

Levin admired it for a long time, until he was stared at by the two women, he withdrew his gaze and refocused on the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.

The original article about Harry Potter's suspected dementor attack no longer had any reports, as if someone had erased the matter from the source.

He knew that this must be the work of the Ministry of Magic.

No, rather, it was Fudge's will. The Minister of Magic obviously didn't want this matter to make a fuss and let everyone know what happened to Harry Potter.

After all, everyone knew exactly whose hands the Dementors were.

What's more, Harry is not Dumbledore. If the Ministry of Magic wants to punish him, there is no need for public opinion to act as an outpost. It would be more appropriate to deal with it secretly and quickly.

But things are not that simple.

Sirius's counterattack article was like a shock bomb in the wizarding world. With the widespread spread of "Rumor!" magazine, it caused quite a stir among the British wizarding community.

In such a huge magical world, it is impossible for everyone to be a fool.

A considerable number of wizards have already seen that there is something fishy behind the Daily Prophet.

They understand that this newspaper has become a tool for certain people to manipulate public opinion, while the real news and truth have been buried in deep darkness.

For most readers, the attitude toward the Daily Prophet is one of boredom. "One Zero Three"

If the report that smeared Dumbledore was just for a day or two, everyone wouldn't mind having fun - after all, under the shadow of Voldemort's return, Dumbledore, who spreads fear and scaremongering everywhere, seems to have really become an annoying and anonymous bigot. .

When people open the newspapers and see the satirical and sarcastic comments about him, they may even feel happy and laugh at him.

However, as time went by, the Daily Prophet's attacks on Dumbledore and Harry Potter became more and more unscrupulous. Every day's reports were full of baseless rumors and malicious speculations, while those truly important news and events were Deliberately ignored, this behavior finally aroused people's disgust.

Faced with declining sales and loss of readers, the Daily Prophet had to take measures to save the situation. They began adding advertising space in newspapers in an attempt to make up for their losses by attracting merchants.

This has also led to the lowering of the threshold for advertising in the Daily Prophet, and Levin even saw an advertisement placed by the Weasley twins in it:

Why are you worried about You_know_who?

you should care

Constipation kernel (u_no_poo)——

The feeling of constipation is tormenting Chinese people!

"Pfft."

Seeing this advertisement, both Hermione and Zhang Qiu couldn't help laughing.

"This advertisement is too funny!" Zhang Qiu covered his mouth and laughed.

Hermione also pursed her lips and chuckled: "It's indeed interesting. I didn't expect Fred and George to have such a creative idea."

"It's great," Levin raised his eyebrows proudly, "This is the advertising slogan I designed for them.

"Did you design it?" Hermione looked at him in surprise, "I didn't expect you to have a sense of humor."

The Weasley twins' business is now in full swing.

Since making their first pot of gold at Hogwarts, they have begun plans to expand and increase production.

Although they do not have a formal store, they have sold their products to various places through Owl mail order.

At this moment, Gwen hurried over with a letter in her hand.

"Master, here is your urgent letter."

She handed the letter to Levin, the envelope stamped with the Ministry of Magic's "W" seal.

This is a letter from the Ministry of Magic, and Levin certainly knows what it means.

Levin put down the Daily Prophet, opened the letter, quickly glanced at the contents, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This letter undoubtedly comes from the Wizengamot. The content of the letter is to ask Levin to go to the Ministry of Magic to participate in a trial. As for whose trial it is, it is naturally the famous Harry Potter.

This is the benefit that power and fame bring to Levin, otherwise the Wizengaard would definitely not send an invitation letter to a minor.

Jaina had informed Levin a long time ago that she had helped him apply for the position of youth representative of the Wizengamot Yin Kingdom. The matter was basically settled and no one openly opposed it.

After all, Levin's achievements are too great. In addition to a series of academic achievements, he defeated many dark creatures and defeated dozens of dark wizards in the finals of the Triwizard Tournament.

With such a brilliant record to back it up, even a fool wouldn't object to this.

Levin raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall, then said hello to the girls in the room:

"I have to go out, I have something to take care of."

Zhang Qiu had just finished yoga and when he heard Levin's words, he couldn't help but frowned: "Where are you going? You're not going to do anything dangerous again, are you?"

Levin suddenly ran to the Ural Mountains and captured a bunch of giants before, and that incident was still fresh in her memory.

This made her a little overly worried recently, always afraid that Levin would suddenly do something, such as asking Voldemort to duel on a whim.

"The Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot sent me a letter inviting me to attend a trial." Levin said cheerfully, "It's Harry Potter's trial. How could I miss such an important thing?"

"Remember to bring photos!" At this time, Hermione also reminded, "Don't let Fudge's conspiracy succeed."

"I won't let anything happen to Harry," Levin nodded and smiled mischievously, "But to do this, I need a little encouragement.

As he spoke, he pointed to his lips.

“…There’s really nothing I can do about you.

Hermione was a little shy in front of Zhang Qiu, but she still mustered up the courage, stood on tiptoes, and kissed Levin gently on the lips.

Zhang Qiu also stepped forward generously and gave Levin an affectionate hug and kiss goodbye: "Be careful on the road and come back soon."

"By the way, are you back for lunch?" she suddenly asked again.

"If you haven't come back before half past twelve, you don't have to wait for me,"

Levin stood up, and Gwen thoughtfully brought him a beef burger and a glass of Feibao Happy Water for breakfast.

"However, I think it won't take too long. Maybe I'll be back while you guys are cooking."

Before he left, the artificial maid Oriana was waiting outside.

After changing the location, Levin teleported directly to the guest phone booth of the Ministry of Magic. He had been here many times before and was familiar with all the procedures.

Levin did not wear the badge provided by the phone booth, but pinned a delicate silver "W" badge on his left chest, tapped his clothes with his wand, and put on the Wizengamot's purple-red standard robes in the blink of an eye. .

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day today." A rigid and cold female voice came from the receiver of the phone booth, reciting blessings as if mechanically.

Levin adjusted his robe to make sure every detail was perfect.

The phone booth door opened with a click.

Cirila, who has short gray hair and a dashing appearance, has been waiting at the door for a long time. Beside her, her best friend Penelo looked at Levin with a smile.

When Levin walked out of the phone booth, Cirilla immediately greeted him and gave him a warm hug.

"You finally came!"

They stood at the end of a long, splendid hall. The dark wooden floor was polished brightly, reflecting their figures... The peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with golden symbols, which were constantly moving and changing. , like a huge high-altitude bulletin board. The walls on all sides are lined with glossy dark wooden boards, which looks solemn and elegant. Many gilded fireplaces are embedded in wooden boards, giving off a warm glow.

Levin arrived too early, and the clock only reached eight o'clock in the car. There were only a few wizards in the hall who were wearing purple robes like him and had a delicate silver "W" around their left chest, chatting leisurely.

Occasionally, wizards wearing black Ministry of Magic uniforms hurried through the fireplace, their faces full of busyness.

"Levin, I just saw Blake getting off the elevator on the second floor. He should have gone to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." Cirilla said softly, and the words she gently uttered from her red lips were blown in with her soft breath. Levin's ears made him feel wet.

Levin nodded slightly, his cheek inadvertently brushed against her soft lips, arousing a tingling feeling.

He coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment, and gently broke away from Cirella's arms amidst Penello's sweet laughter.

Penello looked like he was in high spirits and didn't take it too seriously, which made Levin frown slightly.

Suddenly he opened his arms towards her, as if he wanted a hug too.

This action startled Penello, fearing that his inner feelings would be exposed.

She looked at Cirila at a loss, and seeing that there was no displeasure on her face, she walked forward and hugged Levin gently.

Although this hug was just a taste, it made her emotions that were firmly hidden in her heart no longer suppressed.

This drastic psychological change happened to be captured by Levin's psychic power.

Next, Levin took the lead and walked through the solemn and mysterious door of the Ministry of Magic.

They came to a relatively small hall, where there were at least twenty elevators, each of which was covered by an exquisite golden fence door, looking both gorgeous and mysterious.

With a jingling and clicking mechanical sound, an elevator slowly descended in front of them.

The golden gate slid open slightly, and Levin walked in first, followed closely by Cirila and Penello. 4.2 The fence door slammed shut behind them, and the elevator began to rise slowly. The chain rattled, and the cold female voice sounded again, guiding Fang Hui for them.

The elevator did not stop, but slowly descended.

There were only Levin, Cirila and Penello in the elevator, and the atmosphere seemed a bit delicate.

Cirila didn't seem to care about the presence of her best friend Penello, and was directly on Levin's shoulders.

"You know?" Cirila said softly, with a hint of grievance in her tone, "Before graduation, I naively thought that even if I worked, we could still see each other often during your holidays. But I didn't expect that since I As an Auror, you are as busy as a top and have no free time at all. And your holidays are taken up by Zhang Qiu and Hermione. You are always with them, have you forgotten me? "

Saying that, Cirila bit Levin's shoulder in grievance.

Levin didn't dodge or use magic to resist. He just put one hand around Cirila's waist and gently comforted her.

The two didn't speak anymore. After a while, Cirila relaxed and stopped complaining. Instead, she rested her head on Levin's shoulder and enjoyed the short-term peace.

Pictured is Cirella

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