Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord In History!

"Good morning! Harry!"

Mrs. Weasley saw the savior classmate standing at the door of the restaurant.

She is a bit busy at the moment.

Because she not only has to use magic to direct the spatula to cook, but also endures the nagging of her husband beside her.

Sirius sat alone, looking unhappy.

Harry asked anxiously: "How can I get to the Ministry of Magic later?"

"Oh dear, Arthur will take you with him when he goes to work."

"That's right, then you can stay in my office and wait until the trial time comes." Arthur Weasley said enthusiastically.

"But wasn't it originally planned that Sirius would take me there~?"

"However, Dumbledore thinks that Sirius' going to the Ministry of Magic will expose himself easily, even if he turns into a dog - there is still a risk.

As soon as Arthur Weasley had finished explaining, Sirius went on to say: "Yes, his-judgment is correct."

Seeing his obviously resentful face, Harry didn't know what to say to comfort him.

Because even he thought Dumbledore was right.

"When did Dumbledore say that? He's back?"

Mr. Weasley nodded: "That's right, I didn't wake you up last night, maybe because I was afraid of disturbing your sleep."

Hearing what the other person said, Harry secretly blamed himself for sleeping soundly last night.

"Okay, young man, after breakfast, go and change into the suit, we are ready to go."

London streets.

as an international metropolis.

The streets are full of urban white-collar workers in a hurry.

But there is one individual who stands alone.

"Oh, is this a computer? How the hell does it work?"

Looking into Mr. Weasley's curious eyes.

Harry stood there very awkwardly.

He didn't know how the thing worked, even the Dursleys didn't have one.

"Mr. Weasley, it's bad if you're late, let's hurry up."

"Oh yes, yes, business matters!" Arthur Weasley suddenly realized.

But it didn't take long for his eyes to be attracted by the ticket checking equipment of the subway again.

See weird eyes around you.

Harry hurriedly dragged him to the visitor's entrance designated by the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh~ I've never used the guest entrance, let me figure out how to use it.

"Put in Muggle money first, then enter 6..."

Seeing Mr. Weasley's clumsy operation, Harry asked curiously: "How do you usually go to work?"

"Floo, if you're in a hurry, just apparate."

Well, Harry admits that it's so convenient to have magic.

With a burst of shaking, the phone booth gradually began to descend.

When I came to the main hall on the eighth floor of the basement of the Ministry of Magic, this time I was replaced by the savior student, showing an appearance that had never seen the world.

Harry looked at the resplendent hall and the ceiling gleaming with golden symbols.

Feeling worthy of the Ministry of Magic, it is much prettier than Hogwarts.

puff!

The sound of rising flames caught his attention.

Seeing people coming out of the fireplace on the left every few seconds, Harry hurriedly looked to the right again.

There was a group of people queuing to leave the fireplace.

"There are so many wizards here!"

Looking at the endless stream of wizards, he felt that there were as many people here as there were Muggles walking outside.

"Come on, let me introduce you to the Ministry of Magic, but before that, we need to go to the security checkpoint at the end to register the wand."

The two walked along the shiny dark wooden floor to the Magic Brothers Fountain.

Harry looked curiously at the odd combination of two wizards, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.

Before he asked what the fountain represented.

Arthur Weasley pulled him towards the row of golden doors at the end.

through complicated procedures.

The two finally boarded the Ministry of Magic elevator.

"Mr. Weasley, what are these paper airplanes?"

Saw Harry pointing at the paper airplanes flying overhead.

Arthur Weasley explained with a smile: "These are the notes from the Ministry of Magic. They were originally made with owls, but after a long time people found it very unhygienic.

The elevator stops for a moment on each floor.

At the same time, there is a nice female voice in the elevator introducing the departments on each floor.

Bang!

"The second tier, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, includes the Misuse of Magic Office, Auror Command and the Wizengamot Governing Body."

The pleasant female voice sounded again.

Mr. Weasley motioned for Harry to follow.

The two came together to a crowded and messy large office.

Looking at the pile of documents.

Harry suddenly lost interest in working at the Ministry.

"It's a little crowded, you need to find a place to sit down first, there is still an hour before nine o'clock, don't worry, you will be fine."

Harry found what could be called a seat and sat down.

Before his butt was hot, an old wizard rushed over.

"Arthur, listen to me..."

"I already knew about the backflush of toilet sewage."

"It's not about the toilet, it's about Harry Potter, who has just come to inform him that his trial has been brought forward to eight o'clock, in the old Tenth Courtroom.

"What?" Arthur Weasley stood up in surprise.

"It's too bad, why didn't they come earlier... Oh, it's still five minutes away, Harry, come with me!"

The two hurried to the tenth floor underground.

Encouraged by Mr. Weasley's eyes, Harry stepped inside.

At this moment, the courtroom is full of people.

On the high platform directly in front sat three wizards in black wizard robes.

The leading witch has a pale toad face, and to her left is the newly appointed Minister for Magic, Piers Thicknesse.

And to her right is a witch with a monocle.

"You're late Harry Potter."

"Sorry, I just got the notification."

"That's your own reason. In fact, we sent an owl to deliver a letter to you early this morning. Now please sit in your seat."

The voice of the Toad Witch was uncomfortable.

It was as if someone was talking through a chokehold.

Carefully sitting on the chair, Harry had time to look around.

A group of men in fuchsia robes sat on either side of the courtroom.

They all have serious faces, and they all wear a silver W badge on their chests.

Harry counted roughly, and there were about fifty of these people.

0...seeking flowers...

"Harry Potter, are you ready?"

"Ready!"

"Very well, the trial on August 12th [of Harry, who lives in 4th Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, is a pain against the Reasonable Restraints of Minors Act and the International Statute of Secrecy."

"Interrogators: Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary for Magic; Piers Thicknesse, Minister for Magic; Amelia Susan Burns, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Trial Recorder: Percy Hugh Genetius Weasley."

Before Umbridge finished speaking, a loud voice came from the door of the courtroom.

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

Harry turned his head sharply, only to see Dumbledore walking in with a calm face.

Seeing him there, Umbridge's face became very ugly.

But the people who came next made Umbridge's face turn livid.

"Witness for the defense: Lucas Albus Grindelwald."

Harry was very surprised that Lucas had arrived.

What surprised him even more was Lucas' full name.

Albus? Isn't that Dumbledore's name?

Lucas frowned tightly, what the hell is it that a witness must give his full name?

Two quasi-legendary wizards testified at the scene, which immediately attracted discussions from the Wizengamot wizarding group.

Regarding the arrival of the two, someone in the Wizengamot frowned, with a look of disapproval.

Some people looked at the two worriedly or even in fear.

Only a small number of people waved to welcome the two, such as Director Amelia.

"Has the Ministry of Magic changed the trial date without notifying the defense witnesses?"

"But you're still here, aren't you?" Umbridge almost had the words "not welcome" written on his face.

When Dumbledore looked at Toad, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

There are only a few people in the Ministry of Magic capable of mobilizing dementors.

With Fudge now dead, Pierce and Amelia obviously couldn't.

The remaining Rufus Scrimgeour, again a very principled man, was clearly not him either.

Then there is only the senior deputy minister in front of me, Ms Umbridge.

And he got a message from Pierce this morning.

Umbridge actually took the initiative to ask to be the presiding judge, which is really strange.

Lucas didn't think as much as Dumbledore.

At least now he doesn't hate Umbridge too much, because the two don't conflict.

As for whether the other side has taken refuge with Voldemort.

Lucas didn't intend to delve into it, no matter whether the other party took refuge now or in the future, it was only 400 achievement points in the end.

Lucas drew his wand and conjured two delicate chairs beside Harry.

"Mr. Principal, please sit down!"

The two sat next to Mr. Savior, one on the left and the other on the right.

Immediately a sense of security burst.

Umbridge knocked the gavel angrily and said, "The accused, are you Harry Potter who lives at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey?"

"Yes!" Harry replied with a nod.

The corners of Umbridge's mouth turned up, and he opened a piece of parchment and read: "The crimes committed by the accused are as follows: pill".