From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

The owner and bartender of the Hog's Head, Aberforth Dumbledore, Dumbledore's brother, did not show up.

One by one, the professors raised the flying powder in front of the fireplace, shouted "Ministry of Magic" and entered the green flames.

After the dizzy spinning, Dumbledore began to count the number of people.

"Minerva, good, I see you, there is a little soot on your hat." Dumbledore kindly dusted the brim of the wizard's hat for the deputy headmaster, and called the professors who came out of the fireplace one by one.

"Severus, come here."

"Filius, be careful of the steps!"

"Pomona, look under your feet, it seems that some plant seeds have fallen out."

"Remus, Sirius is behind you, right? Oh, I see him."

"Finally, it's Ivy. Very good! Great, we didn't make any low-level mistakes." Dumbledore looked very happy and welcomed his colleagues with open arms.

In the busy Ministry of Magic, this is undoubtedly very eye-catching, not to mention that Dumbledore is a tall old man with a white beard.

The professors, led by Professor McGonagall, silently moved aside.

"Thank God." Snape said expressionlessly, "You finally realized that the professors you recruited are not illiterate."

Dumbledore laughed even more happily: "This is a good joke. Next time I can try to tell it at the Wizard Council of the Wizengamot."

The British Ministry of Magic has a long entrance hall, which is decorated magnificently.

The floor of the entrance hall is dark, undoubtedly waxed, and it is so bright that it can reflect people's faces.

Like Hogwarts, the ceiling here is also enchanted. There are golden magic symbols on the peacock blue ceiling, which are shining and changing shapes.

Under the ceiling is a dark black wooden board, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden board. The Hogwarts professor jury came out of a fireplace.

Opposite the professors, another group of wizards were queuing to leave. It seems that at least the Ministry of Magic can manage the internal traffic order, which is not useless.

In addition to these many fireplaces, another decoration in the lobby is the fountain in the middle.

In the circular pool stands a group of pure gold statues, with a total of five main bodies, a noble wizard, a beautiful witch, and then standing around them, looking at their centaurs, goblins and house elves with infinite respect.

The classic political structure is no different from the Muggles that make up the British government. White people occupy the core position, and other minorities provide diversity and political correctness for the government.

However, Ivy has never seen staff other than wizards in the Ministry of Magic. Maybe compared with Muggle society, wizards are further away from true civilized equality.

This group of pure gold statues is the famous Magic Brothers Fountain Statue. There are many copper Knuts and silver Sickles in the pool below the statues, but no gold Galleons.

The wooden sign next to it indicated that all the income from the fountain would be donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

The professor jury led by Dumbledore undoubtedly caused a commotion when they walked through the golden hall.

Almost all employees of the Ministry of Magic graduated from Hogwarts. Even when they were studying, many of them had only seen so many professors working together at dinners and meals.

Many of them cast curious glances, but as soon as they met the eyes of a professor, they would immediately look away, fearing that the professors would ask them questions out of the blue.

"Hopkirk! How are you doing recently?" Professor Flitwick asked. The witch who was asked looked a little flustered and hurriedly left with an inappropriate excuse.

"Professor Dumbledore!" A wizard in a peacock blue robe, with a scruffy beard and looking like he hadn't slept well, pushed through the crowd and walked towards the professor jury. "The minister has specifically told me to make sure that Sirius Black doesn't have a wand."

Ivy caught a glimpse of the sign on the table behind him - security check.

"Sirius, please cooperate with the work." Dumbledore turned around and said.

Sirius reluctantly moved forward: "Everyone knows that they broke my wand a long time ago..."

The wizard raised a long golden rod, which worked like a Muggle metal detector, except that the one in his hand was used to detect magic.

After scanning Sirius back and forth, the wizard in charge of security looked relieved: "No abnormality, you can pass."

So the professors walked into an elevator, or rather, an old-fashioned elevator? The kind of elevator with a foldable metal fence as a door.

Amid the creaking sound, Dumbledore tried to tell a joke about ducks to ease the atmosphere, but was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

Silence spread around the professors again.

"He... the rat is waiting downstairs, right?" Sirius' voice sounded dry and hoarse, as if he hadn't swallowed for a long time.

"Promise me, Sirius." Lupin patted his shoulder, "You have to calm down, he will get a Dementor's kiss."

"If the Ministry of Magic doesn't do that, I will do it myself." Sirius ignored Lupin's words and licked his dry lips with his tongue.

"Think about Harry..." Lupin urged, "He doesn't know you are his godfather yet..."

Snape moved his lips to say something, but under Professor McGonagall's gaze, he finally didn't speak.

Then the silence continued until the elevator reached the tenth floor.

Although it was the tenth floor, it was actually the tenth floor underground. Because the Ministry of Magic is a completely underground building, it was built directly below the British Whitehall and shared a piece of land with its Muggle civil servant colleagues above.

The tenth floor is also the lowest space of magic. In addition to the courtroom, the destination of the professor jury, it is also the location of the Department of Mysteries.

As far as Ivy knows, there are many interesting things here, such as the curtain of death, a lot of time converters, various brains that preserve thoughts, and some magical powers that are only open to the silent people.

It’s a pity that I didn’t have the opportunity to visit everything today. Ivy’s destination is the courtroom at the bottom.

Dumbledore, dressed in a low-key and gorgeous robe, pushed open the door of the courtroom. The buzzing crowd inside seemed to have been paused, and all turned their eyes to the Hogwarts professor jury.

"Dumbledore!" Cornelius Fudge called affectionately, "You're on time! Great!"

Dumbledore walked up to shake his hand, and then Fudge shouted to the people in the courtroom: "The chief wizard of the Wizengamot Wizard Council is here. Dear wizards and witches, please take your seats. The trial is about to begin! Oh, and the respected professors of Hogwarts, your seats are over there."

Looking in the direction of Fudge's finger, there was an empty seat in a corner of the sunken circular hall, and a small triangular sign was placed in the front - Hogwarts Professor Jury.

The professors sat down on the high benches one by one, and only Sirius could not find his seat.

A wizard next to him pointed him in the direction, and a sign was hung on the wall of a small compartment at the bottom - Special Parole Witness.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one book, one forum, one 6, one 9!

So Sirius sat down in the cramped compartment, with an Auror standing beside him.

Opposite him was a chair with many iron chains, and even above it hung a cage full of iron spikes, as if the Animagus form of the wizard to be tried next was not a mouse, but a lion.

Two Aurors walked out from a door on the side of the courtroom, and sandwiched between them was Peter Pettigrew, who was almost boneless and was completely carried in by the two Aurors beside him. Although Peter was short, he was fed with excellent food by the Weasley family and weighed much more than his height. The two tall Aurors did not seem to have an easy time.

What was more troublesome was to stuff this boneless mouse into the iron chair. The stool with chains was easy to say, and it could be tied up with less wrapping. But the cage covering Peter's head was not easy to deal with. Peter's fat body really couldn't be stuffed in safely, and as a magical device that could automatically react according to the magic power of the bound person, it was not easy to adjust it.

At first, the two Aurors tried their best to prevent Peter from being stabbed by the iron spikes in the cage, but as time went by, their actions gradually became rough.

Peter, whose soul seemed to be lost, cried loudly because of the iron spikes piercing his fat meat. Sirius, who was sitting opposite him, showed a sadistic smile and even slightly grinded his two rows of teeth, as if he hoped that it was not the iron spikes that pierced the rotten meat, but his own teeth.

The bell of the courtroom rang, and the two Aurors finally stuffed the bloody Peter into the cage. The jury and the audience stayed in their seats without making any sound.

Ivy was free to observe the wizards sitting in the judge's seat at this time. There were three of them in total, in addition to the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge in the middle, there was a man and a woman.

Fudge also happened to introduce the people involved in this trial: "… Presiding Judge, Minister of Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge; Deputy Presiding Judge, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Amelia Susan Burns; Deputy Presiding Judge, Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures Albert William Nott."

This is an interesting phenomenon. As the Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Nott should have nothing to do with this trial, but he sat upright in the position of Deputy Presiding Judge.

And Barty Crouch, the Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation who was responsible for the trial of Sirius twelve years ago and also a member of the Wizengamot Wizard Council, sat below the Presiding Judge with a dark face. Twelve years ago, he also won the honor of the Order of Merlin, First Class, for Peter Pettigrew, and personally delivered the medal to Peter Pettigrew's mother.

That trial was suspected of being a political show, because he was vying for the position of Minister of Magic at the time, and it can be said that he was almost the only candidate.

Not long after, his son Barty Crouch Jr., together with Bellatrix Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, and Rodolphus Lestrange, cruelly tortured Aurors Frank and Alice Longbottom with the Cruciatus Curse for a long time until the two fell into complete insanity.

From then on, Barty Sr.'s political career was completely ruined, even though he personally sent his son to Azkaban.

Now the old Batty's half -dead political career is to usher in another serious crisis. In the world, it was even accused of being a Death Eaters who really betrayed the Porter couple.

"Small dwarf Peter!" Fuji asked, "You are charged with the real deceased who told the mysterious person, the culprit that leads to the death of the Porter couple. "" "

Peter's small eyes looked around and said unexpectedly, "I ... I deny ..."

"How dare you!" The little Sirius sitting opposite him roared the first one. Everyone in the trial court was surprised by his high tone and a large volume.

"That Black ..." Someone talked, "How could it not be crazy in that kind of ghost place for twelve years?"

The people in the trial court realized that the thin man sitting on the "franchise certificate" in front of him turned out to be a prisoner who had been accompanied by the soul monster day and night in Azkaban.

"Quiet!" Director of the Division knocked on the mallets, prevented the discussion in the hall, "Mr. Black, if no one questioned, you can't talk more, can you understand? The trial court will treat this case fairly. "

The little Sirius was still panting, and it seemed that he didn't hear Nort's voice at all.

However, the deputy judge did not care, and said to the dwarf Peter, "Do you deny it? Well, we already know. Next, let the witnesses provide evidence and testimony."

The trembling little dwarf finally understood that the status quo was very unfavorable to him, screaming: "But ... I haven't done it ..."

"Pap!" There was another sound of hammering.

Fuji, who was shocked by Sirius before, received a word: "Before you have spoken, little dwarf is Peter."

The dwarf seemed to say something, but Auro, who was standing beside him, was interrupted with a wand.

"Okay, Director of the Director of Norto, let me continue." Fuji loosened the neck tie on his neck, and Nuo nodded, the latter reported with a smile, showing a calm attitude.

"Please come here!" Fuji looked at the document in front of him and read a name, "Mr. Avi Dum?"

Ivey got up from the ranks of Professor Hogwarts's jury and sorted out the Slytherin relics and robes worn on her body. In the amazing sound of everyone, they went to the witness seat steadily.