Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

It turns out Kingsley is Grindelwald's man...

In this way, it makes sense—why the coffin in Azkaban disappeared inexplicably. At that time, there were not many living people who could move freely on the island, and the original guards were all on the edge of the island, far away from the prison. Yes, unwilling to deal with dementors, lest they be used as food.

This is why the Ministry of Magic puts so much emphasis on dementors, they make the number of guards required to guard the prison greatly reduced.If we hadn't done this, the number of Aurors who came to "escort" the people under trial today would not have been so many, at least half of them would have gone.

Therefore, the person who stole the coffin could only be Auror Kingsley.

But could this be a coincidence?

Kingsley appeared in front of him swaggeringly, the timing was just right, just when he was taking the elevator, and then he deliberately revealed the location of the Department of Mysteries, the "ninth floor".

After arriving on the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic, the Aurors were almost blatantly guarding against Toby, with people staring closely at him in front and behind him.

They came to the bottom of the stairs and ran down a corridor that resembled the underground corridors of Hogwarts: rough stone walls, with torches on brackets.The doors passed were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes.

At last they stopped before a gloomy black door with a large iron lock, and everyone except Toby was waiting there.

Under the watchful eyes of a large group of Aurors, Dumbledore calmly gave his final instructions to the Weasley family: "There is no need to hide anything, you just need to tell the truth about Scabbers' background, trust me, soon It will be over."

"Aren't you going in with us?" Mrs. Weasley asked in a panic.

"I should be the second batch of people to be tried." Dumbledore looked at Scrimgeour, indicating that he had finished speaking.

Scrimgeour glanced at several people. An Auror unscrewed the heavy iron handle on the door and pushed the wooden door open. Two more Aurors escorted them into the trial room.

Angela glanced through the opened door. It was a hall made of black stones. Under the light of the torches, there were many dark and gloomy figures, some whispering softly, and more extremely Solemn.

"The Wizengamot," said Dumbledore.

"What?" Angela turned her head curiously: "Wei—what?"

"This is an organization that originated from the predecessor of the Ministry of Magic. It can also be said to be a very special department in the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore began to describe the history of the Wizengamot in detail, as if he was really talking about a Guests from far and wide make introductions.

What is strange is that Scrimgeour, who was staring at this scene carefully, did not interrupt, nor did he speak to stop, but allowed Dumbledore to continue talking.

"Before the Ministry of Magic was officially established, it was called the Wizarding Council. After the passage of the "International Federation of Wizards' Secrecy Act" in 1692, the wizarding world urgently needed a more organized and complex management system to support wizards' secrecy work As a result, the functions of the Wizarding Council were replaced by the newly established Ministry of Magic in 1707, and the first minister of the Ministry of Magic, Ulrich Gamp, served as the chief wizard of the Wizengamot in the Wizarding Council.”

"The Wizengamot now occupies a variety of responsibilities, such as supervising court proceedings, just like today's court hearings, and occasionally deciding whether to award honors to some wizards, such as the Order of Merlin - only to the wizarding world. Only wizards who have made great contributions can receive this honor."

"Oh, that sounds really interesting." Angela was able to come up with such a description. She looked at Toby for help, but Toby didn't have the slightest eye contact with her. He was leaning against the wall with his head lowered. Her long hair fell to her eyes, and she didn't know whether her eyes were open or closed.

"The chief magician?" She could only ask: "Who is the current chief magician? Is he also the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom?"

"Not anymore." Scrimgeour said abruptly; "The person standing in front of you is today's chief magician, and not only that, he is also the current president of the International Federation of Wizards. Barnabus Finkley Award for Excellent Spellcasting Technique, Wizengamot British Youth Representative, Cairo International Alchemy Conference Pioneering Contribution Gold Award."

Scrimgeour knew so much about Dumbledore's past that he told it all at once.

Angela looked at Dumbledore in surprise. She only knew that Dumbledore was very powerful, but she didn't expect it to be so powerful.

"Wait a minute." She blinked her bright silver eyes and said, "Since you are the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, are you standing in the wrong position? You should not be judged, but stand in the room to judge us." Right?"

Dumbledore laughed cordially and seemed not at all nervous about the upcoming identity change. On the contrary, the Aurors around him became wary.

"I suddenly thought of an interesting story." He said: "It was probably in 1544. If I remember correctly - there was no Ministry of Magic at that time, only the Wizards' Council. At that time, there was a wizard named Garrus. Hobart, the inventor of the Levitation Charm."

"One day, on a whim, this man invited the chief wizard of the Wizengamot at the time to observe his demonstration of the Levitation spell. But it failed because he tried to use the Levitation spell to fly, but the Levitation spell is not a flying spell."

Angela gradually became fascinated while listening, and the Aurors behaved similarly. One of them cast an unabashedly curious look, almost urging Dumbledore to hurry up and continue talking.

Dumbledore didn't keep them waiting long.

"After this failure, Hobart learned from the experience and finally discovered the true principle of the levitation spell, so he arranged a second demonstration. This time he finally succeeded, using the levitation spell to make the chief magician's hat hang up. The result - —He accidentally took off the chief magician’s wig. This was a huge secret at the time, and it wouldn’t take long for it to spread throughout the magical world.”

"The Chief Sorcerer angrily engaged in a duel with Hobart - a common occurrence at the time, and Hobart was no match for him - but he managed to keep the Chief Sorcerer's robes up and out of his way with a Levitation Charm. Head, this is the chance to escape."

The story was finally finished, Angela held her mouth and couldn't help laughing, but no matter how stupid she was, she knew that she shouldn't laugh at the other's seniors in front of a chief magician, let alone such an Auror staring at her.

Eh?But why did Dumbledore choose such a time to tell the story?

"Puchi." The laughter came from nowhere.

"Who is it?!" Scrimgeour looked over angrily, and found that the person who was laughing was the lady who had been guarding Angela all this time—her hair had turned silver now, but unfortunately it was a bit short, and it didn't look so elegant. to the back of the neck.

"Sorry." Tonks said seriously immediately, her stomach still trembling.

Scrimgeour stared at Tonks with cannibalistic eyes, and then looked at Dumbledore all at once, with undisguised hostility in his eyes.

He seemed to dislike Dumbledore very much. He could only say that Dumbledore's character was the strangest, and he still had the leisure to tell jokes at such a time.

This was unacceptable for an Auror Chief of Staff who had to deal with extremely serious matters on a daily basis.

Scrimgeour didn't get any of the reactions he wanted from Dumbledore - he was now telling Angela more Ministry of Magic-related jokes.

"By the way, there's Gump, the first chief magician I mentioned and the first minister of the Ministry of Magic. After the implementation of the International Federation of Wizards Secrecy Act, he realized that the wizarding world had entered a new era. In extremely difficult times, the wizards' psychological needs for venting also needed a haven. So, he not only allowed the Leaky Cauldron to continue operating, but also allowed the bar owner to let people enter Diagon Alley from the backyard of the bar."

"It seemed an extremely risky move at the time, and despite the insistence on the use of many powerful hidden spells and the requirement of decent behavior from all patrons who came to the bar, it was no less risky."

"Out of gratitude, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron at the time created a new brand of beer, the Gamp Old Society Brew. But it was so bad that no one could drink it even if they were rewarded with 100 Galleons. Next pint."

"I haven't been to the Leaky Cauldron yet." Angela seemed eager to try it.

"So there is such wine..." Tonks muttered under her breath, earning another glare from Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour walked up to Toby with his lame leg, and stared at him intently, as if to say - look, this is the Dumbledore you have decided to serve.

Suddenly, Toby finally spoke.

He said softly: "You know what, I made a very difficult decision when I was just out of school. I gave myself an extra chance, and I would give anything as long as I could drink a pint of Gamp's Vintage Club Wine." No matter, I will only willingly give up all my ideals, and other things, and stay in the UK without hesitation."

"This is not a simple decision. You have also experienced that period. It was when the mysterious man was growing in power. No one could do anything to him, and no one could catch him. Muggle-born people like me were very It's dangerous, and he might be captured by those lunatics one day. Then the next day, the newspaper will publish that the body of a recent graduate was found in a trash can. Some people may feel sorry for it, or they may sneer at it. … It’s all possible.”

Gu</span> Scrimgeour stared at Toby with a strange look. It seemed that even he didn't expect Toby to tell such a story at this time, but he couldn't help but want to continue listening. ——Tonks walked over quietly and listened.

"As you can see," Toby went on, "if you know what happened to me later, you should know that I failed and failed to drink that pint of Gamp's old society wine. The worst thing I've ever drank, whether it's my own black devil wine or magma sparkling wine, it's not that exciting."

"I think this is what Gamp meant—he was the first minister of the Ministry of Magic. Any decision could bring disaster to the magic world. He needs something that can make up his mind."

"Sometimes, I can't help guessing that Gump himself invented this wine. Whenever he hesitates, he will go to have a drink alone, and then make the choice he has prepared- —It is not so easy to make up your mind."

"Have you tasted that wine?" Toby asked suddenly.

Scrimgeour's eyes shone with an inexplicable light, but Tonks, who was eavesdropping, subconsciously shook his head.

"You should go for a drink."

Toby said: "If I were the Minister of Magic, I would issue a rule-any wizard, no matter who he is, should personally taste Gamp's Old Social Wine on the first day of their adulthood. It doesn't need to be too much." More...a pint will be enough.”

Scrimgeour heard something different in these words.

"So your prepared decision is to leave the UK? Become an... archaeologist?" He asked with deep meaning: "You never thought about staying in the UK - it was Dumbledore who forced you Did you leave? I have heard some rumors, very interesting rumors."

I don't know when, the entire corridor became silent, the laughter disappeared, and the voice of storytelling also disappeared.

Toby was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a sneer.

"If I had left willingly, I wouldn't have drank Gamp. It's really hard to drink, but it's easy for people to make a dilemma without leaving any room."

Just when the atmosphere gradually became tense, Toby suddenly said: "But, you are wrong, Scrimgeour. Albus Dumbledore has never been my enemy, the mysterious man is—yes , I can tell you this right now, you are wrong, you must clearly distinguish the difference between an enemy and a friend, "

Scrimgeour withdrew his gaze. He saw Toby's determination and finally gave up on inviting him to join the Aurors.

"I also have a story." He said briefly: "Fudge didn't plan to open the court with such a big fanfare at the beginning, he didn't even want to invite members of the Wizengamot, but had a good chat with you in the conference room. However , it's you, Dumbledore—"

He turned around and said, "It was you who rejected this decision and forced all members to participate in this trial as the chief magician of the Wizengamot."

This is different from what many people imagine.

After all, Fudge was the first to show weakness. If Dumbledore followed suit and agreed to his opinion, then there would be more room for this "communication".In fact, many people present could have imagined that since Fudge put forward this opinion, he had agreed to part of Dumbledore's request in disguise.

"But it's far from enough." Dumbledore replied calmly: "The problem will always have to be solved one day. Toby's words are right, you should all try Gamp's old social wine, so You will understand that delay solves nothing."

Angela looked over curiously, and the questions she wanted to say were all written on her face.

Dumbledore smiled cordially: "I also tasted it once, and it was really bad, very bad."

Many people are curious about what difficulties Dumbledore encountered that made him willing to taste that terrible wine.

Only Scrimgeour seemed to really know something, saying meaningfully: "You will regret this decision, Albus Dumbledore."

As soon as they finished speaking, before they could continue talking, the heavy wooden door was suddenly pushed open. The Weasley family followed the accompanying Aurors. They walked out in a daze, looking very confused.

"I don't know, Dumbledore..." Mr. Weasley said in confusion. He looked back at the hall, where there were bursts of whispers, but the atmosphere was more solemn than before.

"They didn't ask any difficult questions. They were all related to Banban. It was just a mouse bought from a pet store...I don't understand..."

"You did a good job." Dumbledore nodded. Toby stepped forward and blocked the Aurors who wanted to push their family. He protected both Ron and Percy. Angela stood beside him.

"Take them away, they have nothing to do here." Scrimgeour ordered, not choosing to get angry over such a trivial matter.

"Go in." He said again, and the Aurors in the corridor also started to move, as if they planned to keep an eye on these people from the beginning to the end.

Dumbledore took the lead, and Toby and Angela followed him on the left and right. Scrimgeour was carrying Scabbers' cage, followed by more Aurors, and a group of people passed through the wooden door in a mighty manner.

The surrounding walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and gloomy.On both sides of them are rows of gradually rising empty benches, and in front of them, on the highest benches, many dark figures loom large.

The heavy door slowly closed behind a few people. Four chairs stood in the center of the room. On the armrests of the chairs were chains on the left and right.

Dumbledore sat calmly on a chair in the middle, Scrimgeour placed the cage on another chair in the middle, Toby sat on the other side of the mouse cage, and Angela, wearing hard gloves, sat The relatively safest position is next to Dumbledore.

The chains tinkled menacingly, but did not bind them.This not only didn't stop the whispering, but made it even more noisy - many wizards in purple robes sitting on the bench, they all stood up and protested loudly, feeling aggrieved by Dumbledore's treatment.

"Crazy! All crazy!"

Toby saw an old man with hair like a dandelion and shouted: "What on earth are you thinking, do you regard Dumbledore as the defendant? Albus Dumbledore?"

Fudge sat in the middle of the row of benches in front. He had an embarrassed look on his face and had been staring at Dumbledore since he entered the courtroom.

The Aurors looked at Scrimgeour for a while, then at Fudge, and finally Dumbledore took the initiative to stand up and calm the excited members.

"It won't be long before we know the answer," he said.

Anyone could see that he was more convincing than Fudge.

"Very well," said Fudge through gritted teeth, "the remaining defendants are here at last—"

"A witness!" protested a member of the Wizengamot.

"No!" Fudge was determined to fight against these people, and he roared, "You don't understand at all, and you don't understand Albus Dumbledore at all!"

Toby frowned and stared at Fudge.

For a moment, not only the members of the Wizengamot present, but even Toby himself was in a daze because of Fudge's next words——

"September trial," Fudge shouted above all the voices, "the trial of Hogwarts headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore for violating the International The Secrecy Act case, and his suspicion of manslaughter."

"Let me ask you," he said, staring straight at Dumbledore, "do you have a sister named Arianna Dumbledore? When did she die? And who killed her?!"

"Is that you?! Albus Dumbledore!"