Together [HP]

August NO.12, Jacqueline was woken up by Norm.She could have sworn to Graham's tombstone that it was still dark when she opened her eyes.

"Norm." Jacqueline pulled her quilt with one hand, hugged her big bear with the other, and muttered with her eyes closed, "It's not yet dawn."

"But the little master is going to the Ministry of Magic with the master to watch the trial today." Noam's quiet voice came from Jacqueline's bedside, and Jacqueline directly covered her head with the quilt.

"But the trial is at ten o'clock," grumbled Jacqueline. "Mom said, it's been less than an hour."

"But the master received a letter this morning, and the trial time was changed to eight o'clock. It's almost seven twenty now."

"Ah!" Jacqueline yelled and sat up, "Merlin's stinky pants!" She cursed, jumping out of the bed while looking for her robe, "Who did it, the early morning trial ? Are they trying to convict people at will while others are awake and their heads are not awake?"

Norm opened his wide eyes and watched Jacqueline running around the room looking for her clothes.

He tilted his head and thought for a while, "Does the little master want any presents for his birthday this year?"

"Noam, we can really talk about this later." Jacqueline yelled from her bathroom. "Can you get me some breakfast? I don't think Mom will give me time to sit down and have a good breakfast."

"Doesn't the little master want a seven-color flower?" Noam's voice was slightly regretful, "Nom thought the little master would want a seven-color flower."

"Noam!" Jacqueline came out of the bathroom. She had changed into her robe and pinned the Graham family crest.She looked into Noam's watery eyes, and couldn't help but soften her voice, "Noam, I want seven-color flowers as my birthday present. I really want it for a long time. But if I don't eat it now If I don't see my mother for breakfast, I'll probably never live to get my birthday present."

"Norm put the breakfast downstairs, little master." Norm bowed to Jacqueline, "Little master can drink the milk, and then bring fried bread."

"Love you, Norm!" Jacqueline yelled as she ran downstairs.

When Jacqueline drank the milk in a hurry and ran to the fireplace in the small dining room, Yuna had already put on the purple-red robe of the Wizengamot, with a delicate silver W embroidered on her left breast. , with the sky-blue Graham crest pinned on the right chest.

"You'd better finish the bread in your hand." Yuna glanced up and down at Jacqueline, "Also, tidy up your robe."

Jacqueline swallowed the fried bread in one gulp, and she was choked, coughing and patting her chest vigorously.Yuna glanced at her, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and walked into the fireplace: "Ministry of Magic, the Atrium." Green lights were everywhere, and then she disappeared into the fireplace.

Jacqueline quickly grabbed the orange juice that Norm handed over, drank it in one gulp, hiccupped a few times, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and walked into the fireplace, "Demon, ahem, Ministry of Magic, Atrium."

The wind whistled in her ears, and by the time she could see the scene in front of her again, she was already standing on the polished dark wooden floor.It was one end of a long, resplendent hall, overhead with peacock-blue ceilings studded with glittering gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board high above the sky.

The walls were paneled with dark, glossy black wood, and many gilt fireplaces were built into the wood panels.Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard popped out of one of the fireplaces next to her.And on the right, there are several people waiting in line at each fireplace to leave.

"This way." Yuna grabbed her by the shoulders and walked straight past the fountain in the middle of the hall.A group of pure gold statues, larger than real people, stood in a circular pool of water.The tallest of them all was a dignified wizard, with his wand raised high, pointing directly at the sky.Surrounding him are a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.The centaurs, goblins, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration.Glittering jets of water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the tip of the goblin's hat, and from the house-elf's ears.

There were ding dong ding dong, splashing water, popping and popping apparition figures, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of wizards and wizards.With the dead morning expression on their faces, they strode toward the set of golden doors at the far end of the hall.

They joined the crowd, pushing their way among the Ministry staff.Some of them carried crumbling piles of parchment in their arms, others tottered briefcases, and others read the Daily Prophet as they walked.As she passed the fountain, Jacqueline saw many glistening silver Sickles and copper Knuts at the bottom of the pool, and a small, smudged sign next to it read: All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain donated to St. Mungo's Magic Injuries Hospital.

If that was really enough, it wouldn't take Mr. Malfoy to radiate his little love now and then to get away with being charged by the Death Eaters, Jacqueline thought.

"Come this way," Yuna said, as they moved away from the stream of Ministry staff heading for the golden gate.At a table to the left, under a sign that said "Security Check," sat a very unclean-shaven wizard in peacock-blue robes.As they approached, he looked up and put down the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"Una Graham," Una said to one of the wizards, "acting as chief wizard of the Wizengamot to interrogate Harry Potter. Jacqueline Graham, future heir registration. "

"Come here," said the wizard in a listless tone.

Yuna gave Jacqueline a push, and Jacqueline approached him, and the wizard held up a long golden rod, thin and resilient like a car antenna, and he used it on Jacqueline's The chest and back were swept from top to bottom.

"Wand." The security wizard muttered to Jacqueline, put down the golden bauble, and held out his hand.

Jacqueline handed over her wand.The wizard tossed it onto a grotesque brass machine that looked like a one-pan balance.The machine started to vibrate slightly.A narrow strip of parchment sped out rapidly from a slit in the bottom.The wizard tore off the paper and read the words on it.

"Ten and three-quarter inches long, with a core of phoenix feathers, four years old. Is that right?"

"That's right." Jacqueline nodded mechanically, looking at Yuna.

"I'll keep this," said the wizard, poking the parchment into a small brass nail. "You take this back." He shoved the wand into Jacqueline's hand.

"Thank you."

Una grabbed Jacquiline by the shoulders and led her away from the table, back in the wizarding stream towards the golden door.

Pushed by the crowd, Jacqueline and Yuna walked through the gate into a smaller hall over there.There were at least twenty elevators there, blocked by elaborate golden grille doors.They walked into the crowd surrounding an elevator.

With the sound of Ding Ding Dang Dang and rattling, an elevator descended in front of them.The golden fence door slid open gently, and an indifferent female voice sounded again. "main hall."

"Those courtrooms haven't been used in years," Mr. Weasley was standing inside, huffing, "I don't see why they'd choose to be there unless... no, no... oh hello, Mrs Graham."

Jacqueline and Yuna walked into the elevator with the group, and a grey-faced wizard walked in.The gate of the fence slammed shut, the elevator slowly ascended, the chains rattled,

"Good morning, Arthur," he said in a low, melancholy voice as the elevator began to descend, "I haven't seen you coming down much lately."

"I'm in a hurry, Bird," said Mr. Weasley, tiptoeing anxiously, looking anxiously at Harry now and then.

"Oh, yes," said Bird, looking Harry unblinkingly, "of course it is."

"I don't know why the hell they're using that room, oh Mrs. Graham..." Arthur closed his mouth after taking a look at Una, "I mean, well, Harry's innocent right Bar."

"None of us will know until the results are out."

"Department of Mysteries." The cold female voice fell silent after finishing speaking.

"Well then, come on, Harry," urged Mr. Weasley as the elevator door rattled open.

"Don't worry, Mr. Weasley." Una and Jacqueline walked out of the corridor together. This corridor is completely different from the corridors above. The walls are empty, there are no doors or windows, except for a simple door at the end of the corridor. Single black door.

They came to the end of the corridor and turned to the left, where there was a gap leading to a staircase.

"Oh, yes, that's right, of course, come down, come down," panted Mr. Weasley, stepping down two steps at a time, "even the elevator can't go down so deep? Why do they have to go down?" Get here, I really..."

They descended the stairs and ran down a corridor that looked exactly like the ones at Hogwarts that led to Snape's dungeon: rough stone walls, torches on brackets.The doors they passed here were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes.

"Tenth courtroom? I think we're almost there, yes." In front of a dark, eerie door with a large iron lock.Mr. Weasley stumbled to a halt, leaned against the wall exhaustedly, and gasped for breath, clutching at the clothes on his chest.

"Go in quickly, Harry," he gasped, nodding the door with his thumb. "Go in."

"You don't, you don't come with me..."

"Oh no. I can't get in. Good luck!"

Harry's beating heart pounded against his Adam's apple.He swallowed hard, twisted the heavy iron handle on the door, and wanted to enter the courtroom.

"Wait, Potter." Jacqueline's voice sounded behind Harry, and Harry was startled. For a moment he thought it was Draco Malfoy standing behind him calling him. It was so pale, without any emotion.

"I have something to ask you." Jacqueline walked up to Harry and looked him in the eyes. She was almost as tall as Harry now.

"Can't you wait?" Harry adjusted his clothes uneasily. "I'm going to the interrogation."

"The interrogation won't start until I get in," Yuna said quietly.

"Oh, well then," Harry glanced at them uncertainly, not quite understanding why Yuna changed her clothes today. "what do you have……"

Jacqueline didn't let Harry finish, she stepped forward and took Harry's little arm.

Show me the latest sight of Hermione Granger.

to me……