HP Magic Biography

At least there is still something to gain, Fan Lin and Ron walked quickly to the elevator while thinking about it.

It is worth mentioning that Ron became wet again. After Fan Lin lifted the spell, although Ron generally found a solution, those water pipes and ceilings were not as easy to deal with as imagined, and Fan Lin Lin Yixin stared at those spells and magic circles, and in the end Ron needed to ask professionals for help.

In fact, Ron himself is also a professional, of course, this is Ron's current identity.

Inevitably, the water made Ron feel like you again.

And most intuitively, the string of wet footprints in the corridor is the best proof.

However, when he opened the elevator, Fan Lin was a little dazed. The person in front of him was very familiar, but it made Fan Lin hesitate for a while.

You two... said the tall man in front of him.

Ah, hello... Ron scratched his head, he was not feeling well right now.

So, what's the matter with you two? Ron and Fan Lin are me, Harry! Harry said in the car, in terms of coordination, he is now in a mighty figure...

Harry! Whoops, I forgot what you looked like... said Ron. Those bloody pipes are really annoying.

Harry? Fan Lin was stunned, and he poked his head behind Harry, Why isn't Hermione with you?

She had to go down to the courtroom with Umbridge, she couldn't refuse, and...

Before Harry could finish his sentence, however, the elevator stopped again. The door opened and Mr. Weasley walked in, talking to an elderly witch whose hair was tied up high like an anthill.

Oh, hello, Ray, said Mr. Weasley, looking around at the sound of water dripping from Ron's robes. Didn't your wife come to inquire about something today? Uh-what's the matter? Why are you soaked?

It's raining in Yaxley's office, Ron said evasively, trying not to meet Mr. Weasley's eyes.

There will always be some special connections between relatives, right? Ron is probably afraid that after meeting Mr. Weasley's eyes, he will not be able to continue.

I can't make it stop, so... so I think I should go to Bernie Piersworth, I think what they say is...

Ron stammered,

Yes, it's been raining in a lot of offices lately, said Mr. Weasley. Have you tried to find Metro Rock Jinx Reccato? It works for Bletchley.

Metroro Jinx Reccato? Ron whispered. No, I haven't. Thank you, Dad . . . I mean, thank you, Arthur.

The elevator door opened, and the old witch with the anthill hairstyle walked out. Ron ran past her and disappeared from the sight of Fan Lin and Harry.

However, before the two of them could follow, it was discovered that Percy Weasley strode into the elevator and blocked their way.

Percy was reading with his head buried in a few pages when the elevator doors clanged shut again before he realized he was in an elevator with his father.

When he looked up and saw Mr. Weasley, his face turned as red as a carrot. When the elevator door opened again, he ran out quickly.

So Harry and Fan Lin planned to try to get off the elevator again, but this time, Mr. Weasley blocked them with his arm, specifically Harry.

Wait a minute, Lancorne. The elevator closed, carrying them clanging down. At this moment Mr. Weasley said: I heard you have news about Dirk Cresswell.

Harry felt that Mr. Weasley's rage had intensified by the skirmish with Percy just now, so he decided his best option was to play dumb.

What did you say?

Don't play dumb, Lancorne, said Mr. Weasley testily. You caught the wizard who forged his family tree, didn't you?

I... so what if I catch it? said Harry.

I say, Dirk Cresswell is a wizard ten times better than you, Mr. Weasley said softly, as the elevator descended even deeper. If he escapes from Azkaban alive, you have to give him an answer, not to mention his wife, son, and his friends...

Arthur, Harry cut him off, you know you're being watched, don't you?

Are you threatening me, Lancorn? cried Mr. Weasley.

No, said Harry, it's true! They're watching your every move— The elevator doors opened. They have reached the atrium. Mr. Weasley gave Harry a stern look, and hurried out of the lift.

Harry stood there, trembling slightly. How much he wished that he turned into someone else instead of Lancorne... The elevator door clanged shut again, and now only Fan Lin and Harry were left.

Mr. Weasley is no longer fit to stay here, Harry! Fan Lin said silently, but Harry didn't respond, just listening to the sound of the elevator descending slowly.

Now, he and Van Lin had to try and save Hermione while Ron went to deal with those rainy offices.

To be exact, if there was any problem, Fan Lin would definitely pull out his magic wand without any suspense.

We're here! Fan Lin said, and walked out first.

It was a stone passage lit by torches, quite different from the wooden-floored and carpeted corridors above.

The elevator creaked away again, and the surroundings were a bit cold, which made Harry shiver slightly, looking at the black door at the entrance of the Department of Mysteries in the distance.

Fan Lin was standing aside and waiting. Only Harry had been in the interrogation room, so it was better not to run around around the Department of Mysteries.

Harry started walking, not toward the black door, but toward the doorway he remembered leading to the flight of stairs leading down to the courtroom.

Meanwhile, as Harry walked slowly down the stairs, he contemplated various possible plans in his mind, a plan that would reduce the risk of rescue.

Fan Lin hasn't even fully recovered yet, so it's obviously not a good idea to do it here. He still has some bait bombs on him, but maybe he just knocked on the door of the courtroom and went in as Lan Kern and asked to speak to Mafalda. Would a few words be better?

Of course, he doesn't know if Lancorne is a figure important enough to pull off this plan successfully, and even if he manages to, Hermione's disappearance could spark a search before they escape the Ministry situation...

Lost in thought, Harry was not immediately aware of the unusual chill that was approaching him, as if he had fallen into an icy mist. Every step felt colder, cold enough to freeze his throat and tear his guts apart. Then he felt that hopeless, helpless feeling enveloping him, spreading through his body...

There are dementors! Fan Lin frowned, the feeling of cold forehead made him very uncomfortable, different from the coldness of temperature, it was a kind of trembling from the heart.

When he went down to the bottom of that flight of stairs and turned to the right, both Fan Lin and Harry saw a terrifying scene.

The dark passage outside the courtroom was crowded with tall, black-hooded figures, their faces completely hidden in the cloak, and the only sound in the silent passage was the intermittent hoarse sound of their breathing.

The Muggle wizards brought in for questioning were visibly terrified, curled up and shivering on the cold wooden benches. Most of them buried their faces deep in their hands, perhaps instinctively trying to protect themselves from the dementor's greedy lips full of desire. Some were accompanied by family members, others sat alone.

The dementors slid back and forth in front of them.

The cold, helplessness, and despair there felt like a disaster to Harry. Get over it, Harry told himself, but he knew he couldn't summon a Patronus here without exposing himself.

Calm down, Harry! Fan Lin stretched out his hand to hold Harry, signaling him not to use his wand.

No one knew Harry's feelings towards the dementors better than Fan Lin, especially when these dementors were a threat to others, it was natural that this would make Harry feel sympathetic.

I know. Harry took a deep breath and had to walk forward as quietly as possible. With each step Harry could feel the numbness creeping into his head, but he forced himself to think about the series. Friend, they need him.

It was a horrible thing to walk through those tall black figures: the eyeless face hidden under the cloak turned suddenly as Harry and Van Lin passed them.

Harry was sure the dementors sensed him, sensed, perhaps, the presence of a being who still had some hope and joy in it just then, in that eerie, almost freezing silence, a dungeon to the left of the corridor The door was suddenly opened, and screams echoed out.

No, no, I'm a half-breed, I'm a half-breed, I tell you! My father is a wizard, he is, go check his profile, Archie Alderton, he's a famous broomstick designer, go Check his information, I tell you...get your hands off me, take your hands off...

This is your last warning, Umbridge said in her sweet, magically amplified voice that could still be heard clearly over the man's desperate cries.

If you struggle again, I'll give you a 'Dementor's Kiss'

The man's screams subsided, but his dry sobbing still echoed in the hallway.

Take him away, said Umbridge. Two dementors appeared in the hallway outside the courtroom, grabbing the arm of the seemingly unconscious wizard with their fetid, scabbed hands. They carried him and slid away down the corridor, slowly darkening and losing light everywhere they went, until there was nothing to see.

Next...Mary Katemore, Umbridge called. A small woman stood up, shaking from head to toe. She wore a plain gown, her black hair pulled back in a smooth bun. Her face was bloodless. Harry and Fan Lin could clearly see her trembling under the invisibility cloak as she walked through the dementors.

When the door closed slowly, Harry and Fan Lin quickly followed her into the dungeon...

It was all instinctive, without any plan, because he hated it when she walked into the dungeon alone.

This wasn't the same dungeon where Harry had been interrogated for his misuse of magic in the past, it was smaller, although the ceiling was still the same low...it had the claustrophobic feeling of being imprisoned at the bottom of a well. There were more dementors inside, standing expressionless like sentinels in the corner away from the room, and the chill they emitted enveloped the entire dungeon.

Behind the bars of the judgment seat sat Umbridge, with Yaxley on one side of her and Hermione, who was as pale as Mrs Cattermore, on the other.

For a moment, Harry could clearly feel that Fan Lin was about to rush out, but this time it was him who stopped Fan Lin.

Under the platform, a silver long-haired cat was cruising back and forth. Harry realized it was meant to protect the plaintiffs from the desperation unleashed by the dementors: despair for the accused, not the plaintiff.

Sit down, please, said Umbridge, still in her sweet voice.

Mrs Kettermore stumbled off the platform and sat down in the armchair in the middle of the ground floor. The shackles that popped from the arm of the chair bound her immediately.

Are you Mary Elizabeth Katemore? Umbridge asked. Mrs. Kettermore shook her head and nodded.

Are you married to Reginald Kettermore of the Magical Maintenance Service?

Mrs Kettermore burst into tears suddenly.

I don't know where he is, he should have been waiting for me here! Umbridge ignored her.

Are you Maisie, the mother of Ellie and Alfred-Katemore?

Mrs. Kettermore wept harder.

They must have been terrified. They thought I wasn't going to go home...

Excuse me, Yaxley interrupted her. We have no sympathy for Mudblood children.

Mrs. Kettermore's sobs covered the sound of Harry and Van Lin's footsteps, allowing them to walk cautiously to the stairs leading to the judgment seat. The moment Harry passed through the area where the Patronus cats were parading, Harry felt the difference in the atmosphere: it was warm and cozy here. He was sure that the cat was the Patronus summoned by Umbridge, and that it was shining brightly because Umbridge was happy here—it was her place, and she was doing her best work. A law that is not at all upright in its writing.

Harry and Fan Lin moved slowly on the platform behind Umbridge, Yaxley and Hermione very carefully, and then sat down in the row with no one behind.

Fan Lin was a little worried that Hermione would jump up in fright.

He even considered casting a 'shut up' spell on Umbridge and Yaxley, or just killing them all? But even the sound of whispering a spell would set Hermione on alert.

At this moment Umbridge raised his voice to speak to Mrs. Kettermore, and Van Lin jumped at the opportunity.

I'm right behind you, he whispered in Hermione's ear. As he expected, Hermione was startled and almost knocked over the ink bottle used to record the conversation, but Umbridge and Yaxley's attention was on Mrs. Katemore, so Hermione's The move was not detected.

When you arrived at the Ministry of Magic today, we found a wand from you, Mrs. Kettermore, said Umbridge, eight and three quarters, cherrywood, with a single horn Beast hair. Right?

Lady Kettermore nodded and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. Can you tell us from which wizard you took this wand?

Take...take it? sobbed Mrs. Cattermore. I didn't take...take it from anyone. I bought this wand when I was eleven, and it...it...it chose me. She cried even harder than before.

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