Hogwarts Wizard of the Deep

Chapter 164 Courtroom

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

The loud female voice sounded again, and at the same time the ground of the phone booth trembled suddenly.

They sank slowly into the ground.The sidewalk outside the glass windows of the phone booth rose higher and higher until at last it was dark above them.He went to the back, and Lind could see nothing but the monotonous, harsh grinding sound of the phone booth as it sank into the ground.

"one two Three……"

A thin golden light fell on his feet, and then the golden light gradually widened, expanded to his body, and finally hit his face directly, and he had to blink hard to keep the tears from flowing.

"...72, 73."

boom!
The elevator hit the ground and stopped
"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the woman's voice.

"About 70 meters to [-] meters underground." Linde secretly calculated, and at the same time followed Dumbledore out of the elevator.

Now they were standing at the end of a long, resplendent hall with a dark, polished wooden floor.

The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board in the sky.The walls were paneled with dark, glossy black wood, and many gilt fireplaces were built into the wood panels.

Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard popped out of one of the fireplaces to the left.And on the right, there are several people waiting in line at each fireplace to leave.

Linde continued to walk forward with Dumbledore. Since he came down, Dumbledore talked a lot less, but he deliberately slowed down his pace so that Linde could walk while watching.

Following in, he saw a fountain in the middle of the hall.A group of pure gold statues stood in the circular pool, bigger than real people.The tallest of them all was a dignified wizard, with his wand raised high, pointing directly at the sky.Surrounding him are a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.

The centaurs, goblins, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration.Glittering jets of water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the tip of the goblin's hat, and from the house-elf's ears.

There were ding dong ding dong, splashing water, popping and popping apparition figures, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of wizards and wizards.With the dead morning expression on their faces, they strode toward the set of golden doors at the far end of the hall.

Linde thought that Dumbledore's appearance might attract the attention of passers-by, but after some observation, no one noticed them.

This is obviously unreasonable. Thinking about it, Linde was walking towards a visitor without dodging. Just as he was walking, when the two of them were about to collide, the man put his eyes on it for the first time. on Linde.

He let out a light snort, then moved aside, and walked over without looking back.

From the beginning to the end, he never noticed Dumbledore, even though he was standing next to Linde, no matter how conspicuous Dumbledore was in this hall, he never set his eyes on the old man.

Apparently, there is a dark force that makes people largely ignore the two.

Dumbledore said softly, "Even if we are standing directly in front of them now, they will only think that we are passers-by in the corner of their eyes. Unless we are very close like just now."

Hearing Dumbledore's explanation, Linde became even more curious about Dumbledore's strength. You must know that Linde had never seen him pick up his wand, chant a spell, or even raise his hand.

It seems that with a thought in his mind, such a strange and unknown spell shrouded them, and Linde knew nothing about it.

"Harry must be very eager to learn this trick, so that he can face less harassment."

Dumbledore smiled wordlessly when he heard his words.Harry's star halo has been there since he was a child, and it is inescapable. All he can do is accept it, not use magic to escape.

After all, you can escape for a while, but you can't escape for a lifetime.

As he passed the fountain, Harry saw many glistening silver Sickles and copper Knuts at the bottom of the pool, next to a small, smudged sign that read: All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounds and Wounds .

"Go this way." When approaching the golden gate, Dumbledore led him to the left.

There was a table there, under a sign that said "Security Check," and sat a very unclean-shaven wizard in peacock-blue robes.He was looking down at the Daily Prophet intently, and Lind didn't know if someone would detect if someone walked in without security checks.

Dumbledore's spell was still in effect, until the two stood opposite him, and he was still looking at the newspaper in his hand.

dong dong!

Linde knocked on the table between them, and the man trembled when he heard the voice. He raised his head and saw a child standing opposite him.

"Hello, are you doing a security check here?" Linde pinched the badge pinned to his chest, "It's my first time here." Dumbledore didn't say a word, just looked at Linde like this, It's like an elder watching a child doing something for the first time.

The man poked his head casually and then sat back, "First time? Alone?"

"Hmm!" Linde said vaguely, whether he came alone depends on whether he saw Dumbledore or not.

"Boy, come here." The wizard said in a listless tone.

Linde approached him, and the wizard held up a long golden rod, as thin and flexible as a car antenna, and he swept it across Harry's chest and back from top to bottom.It's like a metal detector.

Linde knew that there was a security check before, so he didn't bring anything except some change and a magic wand, and he threw his purse directly into the suitcase.

"Wand." The security wizard grunted at Linde, put down the golden thing, and held out his hand.

Harry handed over his wand.The wizard tossed it onto a grotesque brass machine that looked like a one-pan balance.The machine started to vibrate slightly.

A narrow strip of parchment sped out rapidly from a slit in the bottom.The wizard tore off the paper and read the words on it.

"The outer shell is ash, and the core is made of the nerve of a horse-shaped monster. It is twelve and one-third inches long. Is that right?"

"Yes!" Linde nodded.

"I'll keep this," said the wizard, poking the parchment into a small brass nail. "You take this back." He handed the wand back to Lind.

"Thank you."

"Go!" The wizard waved his hand, and after finishing speaking, without looking at Linde, he sat down again and flipped through the newspaper.

Linde took the wand, and then Dumbledore and Dumbledore followed the crowd into the golden hall again,

It wasn't until he walked in that Linde realized how wise Dumbledore's choice was. If there was a sparse flow of people outside the hall, then the inside of the hall could be called a sea of ​​people. Some people held piles of crumbling parchment in their arms. , Some people are carrying tattered briefcases and squeezing in them.

Above the constantly moving heads, there are many paper airplanes flying. They are not children's toys, but tools used to convey messages between various departments.

At the same time, there is a row of elevators in the foyer, which are blocked by elaborate golden grille doors.After Dumbledore ordered him to follow closely, he took the lead and squeezed to the side.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was tall, and there was always a small vacuum in the place he passed, and Linde didn't feel the pressure of the crowd as he followed him closely.

At this time, the spell on Dumbledore's body no longer worked, and he kept saying hello to one person after another, attracting a lot of enthusiastic gazes.

Coming to the side of the hall, Dumbledore pushed open a door and led Linde in.

After entering, Dumbledore wiped the sweat from his brow, "So I don't like coming here very much." He said, "People are always too enthusiastic."

Linde smiled, but did not speak.This is a somewhat dark spiral staircase, which can be accessed up and down.After Dumbledore wiped his sweat, he led Linde down.

"Although from the outside, we are on the first floor, but in fact we are on the eighth floor." Dumbledore slowly explained to Linde, "Up is the seventh to first floor. Down is the ninth or tenth floor.

The seventh to the first floor include the department of corresponding things in the magic world, and the ninth floor is the department of mysterious things. "

With that said, they had already walked down the spiral staircase one floor, and Dumbledore pointed to the door beside them.

It was a wooden door that looked very old, and there was a rusted and discolored iron plate nailed to the door, which said Department of Mysteries.

This is also the place where Harry confronted Voldemort for the first time in "Order of the Phoenix", and it is also a place that Linde is particularly interested in.

The time-turner, the orb of prophecy, the veil of life and death that caused Sirius' death, the brain chamber, etc. are all in it.

Thinking about it, Linde couldn't help being a little jealous, but unfortunately, this is not the height he can reach now.

After that, Dumbledore took him down again, "We are going to the tenth floor—the courtroom, and it is the only place where the elevator cannot go directly."

With that said, they came to the tenth floor. Different from the wooden door on the upper floor, here is a thick black iron door with heavy rust marks on it. There is a window in the middle of the door, and the window is made of thick iron bars. The ribs are separated, like a prison door, which makes people feel a little scared when they look at it.

Dumbledore slowly pushed open the creaking door while whispering something in his mouth.

"here we go!"

Afterwards, the two stepped into this floor, and Linde's expression also turned cold, his eyes lowered, as if nothing could interest him.

The tenth floor is very similar to Hogwarts' underground classroom, with rough stone walls and torches on the brackets.There are many different rooms, but there is no light in them, only a slight whimpering sound, which sounds like wind, but it doesn't feel like it.

Without saying a word, Dumbledore led him straight through the corridor. After turning right once, Linde saw a gloomy big black door with an iron lock at the end of the corridor. The door from the stairs is missing the window.It must have been very depressing inside.There is also a "Ten" on the door

Tenth courtroom.

Linde took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. It was 42:10, nearly [-] minutes before the court session.

Accompanied by the sound of dull footsteps, they arrived in front of the big iron gate within a short while.

Dumbledore slowed down a bit, as if to give Linde time to prepare.

After a while, Dumbledore reached out and unscrewed the iron handle, and led Linde in.

The oppressive feeling from the pavement made Linde pause for a moment, and looked intently. He and Dumbledore were standing on the bottom floor of a small darkroom, surrounded by chairs that were getting higher and higher.

The surrounding walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and gloomy.On both sides are rows of empty benches that gradually rise, and directly in front of him, there are three tallest benches, which seem to be the judges' seats.

In the center of the dark room, there is a chair with iron chains on the armrests on the left and right. They will not directly bind the person under interrogation, but will immediately suppress and restrain the person under interrogation when he wants to make an aggressive move.

The moment Linde and Dumbledore stepped in, there were many condescending gazes from the chairs around.In these gazes, there are joy, anger, fear, and admiration...

Dumbledore nodded to those who maintained a friendly attitude. Some even stood up and bowed to him. Linde unconsciously took a step sideways. He didn't want to be bowed by others for no reason.

After that, Dumbledore took Linde to a chair on the side and sat down.

After sitting down, Linde had time to observe those people carefully.

Most of these people were older, and there were not a few old men like Dumbledore. Among the people sitting now, he estimated that the youngest should be in his forties.

They were uniformly dressed in fuchsia robes, with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left front chest.This means they are all members of the Wizengamot.

When Linde observed them, they all looked down at him, some with serious expressions, some with undisguised inner curiosity, and some of them yawned boredly.

Some people here came here to see if they could help, or to watch the excitement because today's case was related to Dumbledore.

As time passed, a large number of people gradually began to come in, but Linde never saw anyone he was familiar with.Until a person broke into his line of sight.

She was short and bulky, with her old-fashioned cropped curly hair and sagging cheeks that made her look like a toad.She was wearing an ill-fitting and tight pink overalls, and the top button of her shirt was tight, making Linde wonder if she could breathe normally.

The first person Lynde thought of when he looked at her was Dolores Umbridge, a disgusting politician.

Behind him, followed Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, a guy who did nothing.

All he thinks about is how to maintain his current status. Since he took office, various rules have been added or deleted, which makes people feel that he is very busy and working hard for the development of the magic world.

However, these rules are innocuous things.It's not good for the development of the Ministry of Magic, but it may make the minority feel better.

After Fudge came another broad, square-jawed witch with gray hair cropped short and a serious face wearing a monocle.

Linde had known her in the newspaper, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement—Amelia Susan Bones.

She was the aunt of that Susan Bones at Hogwarts.

The appearance of the three of them made the slightly noisy dark room quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the three of them.

As they sat on the three highest chairs directly in front of the gate, the time also came to 59:[-].

Fudge spoke slowly,
"The defendant - Gilderoy Lockhart hasn't come yet?!"

At the same time, the iron door was opened again, Lockhart walked in, and two men in black robes stood behind him to take the responsibility of "escorting".

It appears that everything is by design.Also, with Lockhart locked up, there's no "why hasn't he come yet?" argument.

(End of this chapter)