Rebirth of the Harry Potter

They go down the steps.

At the bottom of the stairs is a long corridor.

It is exactly the same as those corridors in the basement that have not been used for a long time in Hogwarts. The stone walls are very rough. I don’t know if the money given to the decoration company was not enough, making it look like a cheap project.

Wooden brackets with a damp musty smell were inlaid on the walls, and on the wooden brackets were fitted with rusty iron cone-shaped cages with torches stuck in them.

At this time, on both sides of the corridor, torches were arranged in an orderly manner. The flames are wobbly and red, because the oxygen concentration in the ground is not enough, and it contains more water and impurities.

In the unscientific magical world, pay attention to science, is there something wrong?

At intervals, you can see a door, a very heavy door, with iron bolts and keyholes locked on the door.

These are the courtrooms of the Ministry of Magic.

The innermost one is the tenth courtroom.

The second time, Harry hated it even more.

Harry said: "This layer can be completely abolished. The court wants to be upright. Is this a place where Death Eaters meet or a place where the law is fair? Why is it so dark? We are wizards, not in the stinky gutter Dirty rats. No wonder wizards are so sneaky in Muggle novels."

"In many places, Muggles are worthy of our study."

Dumbledore nodded. He already had some plans. First of all, after taking office, he would tear down the "Ministry of Magic" itself and rebuild it.

"Albus, is this the good student you teach?"

Two people walked out in front, one was tall and fat, and the other was very thin.

Their faces emerged from the shadows, Fudge Connelly and... Percy Weasley.

Fudge said condescendingly: "Mr. Potter, I know you grew up in the Muggle world, but don't think too highly of Muggles. Thank goodness they have half the intelligence of wizards."

Harry smiled faintly, "You're right."

Fudge's brain was too small to understand the sarcasm in Harry's words, and he showed a childish smile of satisfaction.

Percy hesitated to speak, he had been "trained" by Harry, and he could hear the meaning.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Fudge, where are you going now? Isn't the court going to be held later?"

Percy seemed invisible, Dumbledore didn't see him at all.

Fudge said: "There are still a few wizards coming, I'll go up and have a look."

He glanced at Percy and said, "Weasley, seeing your old master, you should have something to say, so I'll leave you some space."

Then walk forward slowly.

Fudge really tried his best to make Dumbledore look bad, even if his words and deeds were tantamount to treating Percy like a dog... Maybe, he was treating Percy like a dog in the first place.

Percy Weasley's face froze, but he hid it well.

With a flattering smile on his face, he bent over and said, "Thank you for your understanding, Minister Fudge."

Even at this moment, Fudge could not see his groveling gesture at all, he did it anyway.

Percy said somewhat unnaturally: "Professor Dumbledore... I, I just want to recommend myself to Minister Fudge. I didn't expect Minister Fudge to say that I can follow him during the Christmas and Easter vacations, try to As a personal assistant, if it's okay... When I graduate from Hogwarts, I can follow him all the time..."

Dumbledore smiled all over his face, he didn't blame at all, he didn't feel betrayed and angry at all, his eyes were gentle, and he said: "Oh, it's okay,

Classmate Percy. "

"Everyone has the right to make their own choice, no matter what that choice is, but they must be deeply aware that they can only go down the path they choose. What do you say, student Percy?"

Percy met Dumbledore's kind eyes and suddenly felt more guilty. He said, "Of course, sir."

Then Percy ran over quickly, caught up with Fudge, and ran into the elevator. Before Fudge raised his hand, he quickly pressed the floor button with both hands, then nodded and stood behind Fudge's fat body with his hands pressed together.

Harry glanced at Percy's performance and said, "This man... looks like a dog."

Dumbledore shook his head.

A soft and soft voice sounded: "It's really bad luck. I finally thought that I would get a thigh. Unfortunately, it was a boat with a big hole in it. The water has overflowed. I can't get off the boat. I can only wait for death."

...

Inside the elevator, when the elevator starts to go up.

Percy looked at Fudge's back, and for the first time hesitated whether it was the right decision to follow Fudge.

Because he didn't see any wiseness and decisiveness from Fudge. On the contrary, in a short period of time, Percy discovered a lot of shortcomings in Fudge: jealousy, narrow-mindedness, small belly, short-sightedness, lust for profit, lack of courage...

However, this is an opportunity to reach the sky in one step.

At any time, Percy could not contain his excitement at the thought that he had the honor of being Fudge's personal assistant.

Other wizards may not be able to reach this step in their lifetime.

At this time, he thought of the strange wind that suddenly blew up in many kinds of daily newspapers and periodicals he read in the past two days, and thought that Minister Fudge should be reminded.

"Minister Fudge, today I found a lot of unfavorable remarks about you in the newspapers. Should I pay attention? Let the Ministry of Magic warn them?"

Fudge was a little annoyed, and it seemed that he was not ignorant of these matters.

"A group of unscrupulous reporters, making things up." Fudge snorted angrily.

"But don't worry, they can't do anything except write articles. I've seen this situation too much, and I'm used to it." Fudge didn't take this matter to heart.

Percy, who loves power, has a keen sense of politics, and he secretly feels that something is wrong, not like the usual petty trouble. He said tactfully: "I think those wind directions are not just blaming you, but more... seem to be waving the flag for Dumbledore. Should we go to "those people" and discuss it..."

In front of Fudge, mentioning "those people" made him look unswerving.

The only function of the existence of those people is to remind Fudge all the time: the Ministry of Magic is not a place for you to be the master of the house, you just have a little right to speak.

But Fudge laughed out loud, because Percy's worry made him unable to help laughing. He waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "No chicken talk, Dumbledore would never want to be the Minister of Magic. Those who have ulterior motives Man, even a Squib could make me sleep more restlessly than Dumbledore."

Percy wanted to say: You really know Dumbledore that well? People are going to change.

But he knew that this sentence would only increase Fudge's dissatisfaction. For questioning his ideas, he will definitely be classified as the most unpopular person.

So Percy sighed in his heart, hoping that it would really be as Fudge thought, maybe he thought too much.

...

The tenth courtroom is a gloomy black door.

Dumbledore adjusted his tall hat, straightened his robe, unscrewed the heavy iron handle, and entered.

Inside is a deep dark room.

The surrounding walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torch could only illuminate ten centimeters around them.

There are rows of raised stools on both sides of the courtroom, which are the positions of the jury and the wizards. There is a tall dark red table directly in front of it, and two people are sitting on it. On the left is a witch with a wide figure, square jaw, and gray hair. , short hair, wearing glasses, and the expression on his face is very similar to that of Professor McGonagall. Sitting on the right is a toad in pink.

At this time, the seats on both sides were already filled with wizards, and it was dark.

Dumbledore spoke magically and only Harry could hear him.

"Ministers of Magic from all countries in the world are here, but don't think it's too much, because most countries have only a few hundred or even dozens of wizards. Britain is the country with the most wizards in the world."

Harry looked at those ministers, the minister of the Ministry of Magic who supervised dozens of people? This... is terrifying...

Fifty people in the crowd were uniformly dressed.

Wearing a fuchsia robe with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on the left front breast.

This is the Wizengamot, the highest court in the wizarding world.

The Supreme Commander is known as the Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, aka... Dumbledore.

Harry didn't pay much attention last time, and now he found that when he and Dumbledore walked in, among the members of the Wizengamot, there were several old witches who were firing Dumbledore...

Right in the middle of the room.

There are two chairs with two people sitting on them.

Sirius Black, Wormtail Peter.

There are iron chains on the left and right sides of the armrests of the chairs to trap them firmly.

Blake didn't seem to have been abused and was in good spirits.

Peter's arms and legs grew out, but they were misshapen, like a child's thin arms and legs, weird and ugly.

Seeing Harry, Black beamed and tried to get up.

"Clatter."

Only then did I remember that I was still tied with iron chains.

Harry took a seat in the first row on the left.

There were very few people in the first row, and the wizards squeezed to the back. Some wizards were still standing, but for some reason, no one came to sit in the front seat.

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