The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

"I want to practice casting spells without a stick!"

Hermione stood on the sofa with her hips akimbo and announced the news loudly. Her expression was like the woman waving the flag in "Liberty Leading the People".

She couldn't use magic, she was almost driven crazy...Speaking of it...the essentials of casting spells without a wand seem to be very similar to the original force?

"But you have to master the silent spellcasting first, my dear... Please lift your foot." Cyrus' fingertips pressed on her raised right foot, gradually rising from the toe, and dragging it to the upper thigh.

The higher you go, the clearer the feeling your fingertips touch.

His head seemed to be howling all the time, crying heart-piercingly: 'I need...I need her~'

Today was the court day, and Cyrus and Hermione needed to go to the phone booth and get to the Ministry of Magic on the number '62442', the Grangers had gone to work, and there was a ready breakfast left on the table.

Well...actually, just plain fried cod with bacon, mushrooms, and two glasses of juice....

Cyrus silently pried open a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator. When the carbonic acid bubbles exploded on the tip of his tongue, the cold feeling brought him back to his senses. He leaned on the refrigerator and pressed the cold bottle on his forehead.

"Look! He's definitely listening to rock and roll!" Cyrus passed through the opened door and could see Agent Jin in the car window, nodding rhythmically.

"Come on, how is that possible~" Hermione rolled her eyes, "I bet Kim must be listening to the morning news...."

But this is a mystery, because, before they opened the car door, Kim would immediately turn off the sound, and they still don't know what Kim was listening to that day.

"Hurry up, I hope I can still catch up with my daughter's school." Jin looked at his watch and stroked the handlebar like a lover's hand. He wiped his glasses, "This time I'm going..."

Of course, the Prime Minister couldn't always handle such trivial matters himself, in fact, John just couldn't be bothered to look at the bad faces of the Ministry of Magic, so he chose the stuffy, rule-abiding Kim.

Cyrus and Hermione had never heard him talk about his past, except that he occasionally mentioned that he had been a policeman.

The telephone booth leading to the Ministry of Magic is in the center of London, through a small alley, in front of a wall covered with graffiti, Cyrus and Hermione walked into the dilapidated red telephone booth.

"Wait a minute...this thing is a bit heavy." Kim unzipped a large black bag from the trunk of the car, and it contained one of the werewolves.

"That's it?" Lupine stood at the door early, waiting for them.

Perhaps with a stable salary, Professor Lupine changed into clean clothes, which were no longer patched up before. He smiled at the two of them cautiously, and helped carry things together.

Maybe it was too heavy, he staggered a step and was almost pulled to the ground by the contents of the bag.

"What's inside?" Lupine asked suspiciously, "We're just here, not bombing the Ministry of Magic..."

Cyrus dialed the number, only to hear a 'bang', the whole floor was like an elevator slowly descending, Jin memorized everything, from entering the alley to the number Cyrus dialed the phone.

"Remus Lupine, attend the Harry Potter disciplinary hearing!" the professor then called into the microphone.

"Werewolf~" Jin adjusted his glasses and said calmly.

"Ah...so...what?" Lupine belatedly exclaimed, pulling out his wand nervously, "what are you doing bringing werewolves to the Ministry in this bag...I know You don't like the Ministry of Magic, but that's..."

"Professor, to be precise, it should be a specimen." Hermione dodged in disgust, and stood in a corner, letting Cyrus stand in the middle of the bag on the ground, "This is to deal with making things difficult..."

In the center of the Ministry Hall is a fountain and pool with coins at the bottom donated to St. Mungo's Hospital.

It's hard to imagine that something of such a huge scale was built under the center of London. Jin gasped. He dragged a long black nylon bag, and followed the three of them through a golden gate.

Nobody cared what he was doing because, well, that kind of behavior seemed all too common in the wizarding world.

"If...I mean if...if the wizards attack from below, wouldn't London, England fall immediately?" Jin took notes in his heart, and couldn't hide his surprise behind his round glasses.

"How come?" Lupine laughed and said, "The Ministry of Magic has not had time to hide... How could it be possible to expose it?"

"And what if someone else in the Ministry did that?" His work habits began to flare up. "For example... a gang of Death Eaters attacking Muggles from the Ministry... nobody would have expected that. ..”

"Impossible, the Ministry of Magic has a professional Auror team, and it is impossible for Death Eaters to occupy the Ministry of Magic..." Suddenly, Arthur Weasley interjected as he passed by.

Arthur was followed by Harry, Professor Moody, and a purple-haired witch he had never seen before.

"But he has a point... um... your idea is amazing!" Moody observed Jin with his blue magic eye, "especially for a... Say Muggles!"

"Thank you for the compliment---" Jin was still very calm in the face of the magic eyes that would be nervous for ordinary people, and looked at Moody with the same curiosity.

"If I haven't retired, I will definitely refer to this proposal! Very good... um~"

Arthur Weasley looked a little haggard, he didn't even have much interest in Muggles, he just smiled politely at Detective King.

"Leave him alone, Moody's old problem has started again." Lupine shook his head, and pushed away the purple-haired witch's warm embrace with some helplessness, "Tonks~ we just met this morning..."

Harry looked a little nervous, he lowered his head without saying a word, walked ahead and pushed open the familiar iron door of the courtroom.

"Relax~"

Cyrus and Hermione went to the other side, and sat with the professors, and opposite him was the Wizengamot, and Harry took a seat he had never expected: Judgment in Chains chair.

In the middle of the top row is Cornelius Fudge, surrounded by two witches, one of whom is the arrogant Umbridge, and at the far end is someone that neither Cyrus nor Hermione nor Harry expected:

Percy Weasley.

"You guys are late... and you brought a Muggle without permission?!" Fudge's cold voice sounded in the courtroom.

"The traffic jam on the road is not our fault...Besides, I believe Mr. Prime Minister has notified you." Jin put his hands behind his back, stood upright, and his posture was straighter than most of the people present.

The wooden hammer struck once, and the court fell silent. The sound hit Harry's heart, but Harry, who didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, mustered up the courage to raise his head and resist.

"Inquisitors: Cornelius Fudge (Minister for Magic), Amelia Susan (Minister of Magical Justice), Dolores Umbridge (Senior Deputy Minister)"

"Attorneys for the Defense: Cyrus, Hermione Granger and... Chester King"

Suddenly, a unique and calm voice sounded from the entrance. It was Principal Dumbledore. He was wearing a dark blue wizard robe and walked slowly with steady steps.

Like them, stood behind Harry.

"One less... Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore!"

When the old wizard came up, all the Wizengamots saluted neatly, some people cheered happily, while the eyebrows of another group of people's 'eight' almost turned into the word 'human'.

Jin coughed twice, looked at Cyrus and Hermione, handed them the little book, and took a bold step forward.

"Let's get started, then! Regarding Harry Potter's breach of the Statute of Secrecy and the Reasonable Restrictions on Spells by Minors in self-defense and protection of others... please?"

The impression he gave the two little ones was that he was always well-behaved, and he rarely acted beyond the attitude of others.

But today, Detective Chester King took the rare opportunity to preemptively strike, bringing the defense's momentum to its peak from the very beginning.

Ah~ that Cockney accent... Cyrus only heard it from Mrs. Hadley.

(Fox has no wish, I just hope that every book friend will be happy. If you are not happy... where? Some Shitu or Marx?)