Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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"Won't the Aurors go after them?" Harry asked.

"I was hoping to catch 'em all, but apparently not. A normal Magical Law Enforcement Scout can take care of such a trivial matter without the need for Aurors. Ah, boys, this is Perkins, I give Please explain."

A stooped, somewhat shy old wizard with fluffy gray hair walked into the room panting slightly.

He was the only member of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division, other than Mr. Weasley, on staff.

"Arthur!" he said anxiously, panting heavily, "thank God you are here, and I was wondering what to do if I should wait for you here. I just sent you an owl Home delivery, but you obviously didn't get it, an urgent message came 10 minutes ago..."

"I already know about the litter box spit," said Mr. Weasley. "I'll investigate in a moment."

"No, no, it's not about this matter, it's about the trial of Potter's child. They want to integrate Mason's questioning with Potter's trial, and change the time and place to eight o'clock Ask the tenth courtroom down there."

"The tenth courtroom below?!" Mr. Weasley was taken aback for a moment, "but they told me... my God!"

He looked at his watch, exclaimed, and jumped up from his chair.

"Hurry up, Ivan, Harry, we're late, we should have been there 10 minutes ago!" He said anxiously, pulling the two of them and ran out, "Perkins, help me take care of the rest Man, we have to hurry now."

Sure enough, Fudge played tricks on the matter of being interrogated. If they don't show up, they can be treated as absent.

Fudge's calculation is obvious. When the time comes, Harry will be expelled from Hogwarts directly, and Ivan's "Hogwarts Wizardry" will be blocked.

Even if Ivan and Harry file a complaint, they can delay it as much as possible.

As far as the law allows, delay for a few months...

Chapter 887 Tenth Courtroom

Ivan doesn't care, even if he is temporarily expelled from Hogwarts, it's nothing.

He could use this time to take a look at other places, or go directly to Norway to find Sirius to solve the vampire's troubles.

He really thought about this some time ago, leaving Hogwarts for a while...

Anyway, he didn't have anything urgent to deal with at Hogwarts. Of course, there was no need to talk about the courses. The fourth-year courses were too simple for his current level, without any difficulty or significance.

Regarding the demon altar under the kitchen, he hasn't researched it yet.

Considering the power of the demon seen in Dijon, he felt that it was best not to summon the demon easily until everything was investigated.

The treasure key and time converter left by Ravenclaw, it is not too late to come back and act when the time is right.

The war is imminent, and Ivan does not intend to waste a precious year dealing with the annoying Umbridge.

He was going to find a chance to leave Hogwarts for a while, but there was no good reason.

Under Umbridge's watchful eyes, Dumbledore couldn't afford to give him a few months off for no reason like he had done last term.

It is not a good way to pretend to be sick, although there are many infectious diseases that can make Aiwen be isolated in his own home.

Not long ago, he deliberately looked through the exchange programs between schools, but the most basic requirement for becoming an exchange student was to pass the ordinary wizard level exam, and Sirius did not approve of Aiwen leaving the school at this time.

Ivan hasn't told Dumbledore yet that he hasn't been seen at all recently, and he hasn't thought about what to say.

Based on Ivan's understanding of Dumbledore, he would definitely not agree, and he did not have sufficient reasons.

In the end, after much deliberation, he decided to use this time to help Hermione and the others improve their strength, and he also seized the time to fully master alchemy and other magic books of the Black family, and then play it by ear.

With Umbridge's ability to do things, it was only a matter of time before Dumbledore was forced to leave.

Then, find another chance to leave Hogwarts.

But unlike Ivan, Harry couldn't leave Hogwarts, it wasn't safe, and he had no other place to go.

So, can't let Fudge fire him...

Mr. Weasley dragged them out, stopped beside the elevator, and tapped the "down" button impatiently.

"Hurry up!" he said anxiously. "I don't understand. Changing the time and place so close to the trial, and still using the tenth courtroom. It's a good thing we came so early. If you miss it, it's a shame." Disaster is imminent!"

The elevator appeared with a clatter, and they stepped into the elevator.

Every time the elevator stopped, Mr. Weasley would curse angrily and hit the button on the ninth floor with his fist.

"That courtroom hasn't been used in years!" said Mr. Weasley angrily. "I don't understand why they chose to be there, those people are crazy, why would they do that? Unless, no, no... ..."

At this time, a fat witch walked into the elevator with a smoking goblet.

Mr. Weasley didn't have the heart to ask, and kept urging her to hurry up.

"Main hall." The cold female voice said, and the golden fence door slid open.

The fat witch went out, and a grey-faced wizard walked in.

"Good morning, Arthur!" he said in a low, melancholy voice as the elevator began to descend. "Haven't seen you coming down much lately?"

"I'm in a hurry, Bod." Mr. Weasley said, tiptoeing impatiently, and looked at Ivan and Harry with anxious eyes from time to time, clenched his fists tightly and anxiously.

Ivan and Harry also ignored Bode. He looked at the two curiously, and finally set his eyes on Harry.

"Department of Mysteries." The cold female voice fell silent after finishing speaking.

"Hurry up, Ivan, Harry." Mr. Weasley urged as the door of the elevator opened with a rattle.

They ran quickly through a corridor, which was completely different from the ones above. The walls were empty, without doors or windows, except for a simple black door at the end of the corridor.

Mr. Weasley grabbed their arms and pulled them to the left, where a gap led to a staircase.

"Come down, come down!" Mr. Weasley said pantingly, stepping down two steps in one step, "Ivan should have been here when he came to Azkaban before, even the elevator can't go down to such a deep place, they Why did I come here, I really..."

"Azkaban?!" Harry straightened up violently, as if someone had punched him hard.

He wondered what the hell was going on, but no one explained it to him.

They descended the stairs and ran down a corridor that looked exactly like the ones at Hogwarts that led to Snape's dungeon: rough stone walls, torches on brackets.

The doors they passed here were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes.

"Hoo, hoo, the tenth courtroom, I think we're almost there, yes, it's here."

In front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock, Mr. Weasley stumbled to a halt.

Exhausted, he leaned against the wall, grabbing the clothes on his chest and panting heavily.

"Let's go!" he gasped, pointing at the door with his thumb, "you two go in, they put two things together for trial, it's true, it's one thing, be careful A bit."

"You, you're not with us..." Harry asked.

"Oh no. I can't go in, good luck!" said Mr. Weasley.

"Come on, Harry, there's nothing we can't do, we weren't guilty at all," Ivan said.

He twisted the heavy iron handle on the door and pulled Harry into the courtroom.

Ai Wen looked around and nodded without any surprise. This battle is really big.

Behind him, Harry gasped visibly, unable to contain himself.

The deep, dark room into which he entered was so familiar to him that it frightened him.

Not only had he seen it before, but he had been here before.

This is where he and Ivan met in Dumbledore's Pensieve, where he witnessed the Lestrange couple being sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, and the lunatic Barty C. Rauch is also on trial here...

The surrounding walls were made of dark stone, and the light of the torches was dim and gloomy.

On both sides of them are rows of empty benches that gradually rise up. On the highest benches in front of them, there are many dark figures looming. These people seem to be looking at the two of them indifferently, looking particularly scary.

They had been whispering to each other just now, and when the heavy door closed behind Harry, an ominous silence fell.

Chapter 888 The Contest between Dumbledore and Fudge

"You are late." A cold man's voice echoed in the courtroom.

"Sorry!" Harry said hastily, nervously, "I, we didn't know the time had changed."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the two chairs in the middle of the room. The armrests of the chairs were chains on the left and right.

He had seen these chains suddenly jump up and tie the person sitting in the middle firmly.

Harry looked up again, and all he could see were about fifty people, all dressed in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver 'w' embroidered on the left front breast.

They all looked down at the two of them, some with stern expressions, others with undisguised curiosity.

In the middle of the front row of benches sat the Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge was a big fat man who used to wear a lime green bowler hat, but today he didn't.

In addition, the kind smile that he always had on his face when he spoke to Ivan and Harry in the past has disappeared today.

It was replaced by a cold expression, indifferent to make people feel scared, maybe this is his real appearance.

To Fudge's left sat a broad, square-jawed witch with gray hair cropped short, wearing a monocle and a forbidding expression on her face.

To Fudge's right sat another witch, but she sat so far back on the bench that her face was shrouded in shadow.

"It wasn't the Wizengamot's fault," said Fudge. "An owl was sent this morning to let you know."

"Obviously, we haven't received a letter from the Wizengamot, Mr. Minister!" Ivan looked around, and his eyes fell on Fudge above, "Actually, we probably didn't think of a case of minors using magic. And little things about the veracity of reporting, to be tried by the Wizengamot Supreme Criminal Court. I've read a lot of books on this, but it's never mentioned in the books."

After an embarrassing silence, Ivan noticed several wizards moving around on their chairs uneasily.

They didn't expect Aiwen to say such a thing, and they were not prepared at all.

Obviously, what he said hit the nail on the head.

If this matter was spread today, the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot would be too embarrassed to put up such a battle against the two young wizards.

"Also, if I remember correctly, Rita Skeeter, the special correspondent of "Hogwarts Wizardry" applied to the Ministry of Magic to interview this trial, but I did not see her." Wen continued, taking advantage of the victory to pursue.

"Her application was not approved, so don't think I don't know what you're planning," said Fudge irritably.

"Our intention is to truthfully and objectively report the detailed progress of this case. As far as I know, other people can be allowed to accompany a visit to a case of this level. For the sake of fairness, the Ministry of Magic does not seem to have the right to refuse Li Tower interview." Ai Wen said, smiling.

"You don't need to remind us what to do, you..."

"Minister!" The witch on the right next to him reminded softly, showing a toad-like face forward, "I hope you two can sit down first, Mr. Mason, we have to judge Potter for using magic first." You can watch, but please keep silent."

"No problem, obviously, what you say here has the final say." Ivan said.

There was another awkward silence, and his feet echoed loudly across the stone floor.

Harry followed him, sitting cautiously on the edge of the chair.

The chain tinkled menacingly, but it did not hold him.

He swallowed, feeling dizzy and nauseated, he looked at Ivan, and then looked up at those people sitting on the bench above.

In just a few seconds, Fudge and Umbridge seemed to reach a consensus, regardless of Ivan, to convict Harry first.

As long as it is confirmed that Harry used magic illegally, then Ivan's "Hogwarts Wizarding News" is naturally a false report.

At that time, it will be much easier to solve everything.

Otherwise, let Aiwen continue to question like this, and today's trial is likely to become a joke.

Aiwen asked two questions in a row. Many members of the Wizengamot couldn't sit still anymore. They thought that today's team was treating the two children too much. They didn't approve of Fudge's doing this. A child pointed it out.

"Okay!" Fudge said angrily, trying not to look at Ivan, "The defendant has finally arrived, let's start."

"By the way, are you ready?" he asked loudly towards the bench.

"Yes, sir." A familiar voice said eagerly.

Ivan squinted his eyes and saw Ron's brother Percy sitting on the edge of the front bench.

Harry looked at Percy too, expecting a look of recognition on his face, but there was none on his face.

Percy's eyes, hidden behind horn-framed spectacles, were staring intently at the parchment in front of him, a quill in hand ready to write.

"Trial on August 8th!" said Fudge boomingly, and Percy hurriedly began to take notes, "the trial of Harry James Potter, 12 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, for breaching the Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act and the International Act of Secrecy."

"Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald de Fudge, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Burns, Director of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umrie, Senior Undersecretary Odd. Interrogation Recorder: Percy Ignat Hughes Weasley..."

"Witness for the defense: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."

said a calm voice behind them, and Harry nearly sprained his neck with a jerk of his head.

Ivan also turned his head and saw Dumbledore striding over calmly.

He seemed to have just Apparated, and had no idea how he'd timed it so well.

He was wearing a black and blue robe with a very peaceful expression on his face.