[HP] Dali's Bread

Draco was picked up by her mother the next day, and she still didn't understand the deep meaning in Narcissa's eyes when she looked at her.

A few days later, Harry was also picked up by several wizards.A brash wizard broke a plate in their house - which woke her up.

"Can't Dali come with us?" Harry looked from Lupine to the young wizard with short purple hair next to him.

"Unfortunately, no, I'm sorry Dali." Lupine nodded to her, he was still dressed in rags, but he looked much better.

"Well...it's okay." Dali stood at the stairs, looking down at them, "Fortunately, my parents are not at home." Otherwise, the police would be alerted.

"But...she can't be left here alone, it's dangerous," Harry added, as if trying to convince Lupine and the others to take her too.

"She's safer here than with us, trust me." The witch with short purple hair answered and greeted Dali, "Hi, I accidentally broke the plate, sorry, I'm always a bit reckless , do you mind? But I've fixed it - your house is so clean! It's so fun! Not like my dad..." She was completely unaware of the unexpected visitor.

"Okay, Tonks, it's time to go." Moody cast a Disillusionment Charm on Harry, and several wizards walked out of the Dursley's house in a relaxed manner.

"It doesn't matter." Dali repeated, turned her head back to the room, and vaguely felt the airflow of the broom flying in the sky through the window. The Disillusionment Charm made them look like chameleons.

She took out the cigarette and lighter from the drawer, opened the window, and lit the fire.

She hadn't heard from Draco since he left, and now Harry was picked up by those who protected him, and she was the only one who continued to wait for her parents to return from some unknown competition .

She smoked another one, calmed down a little, and lay back on the bed with the window open.

In the next few days, apart from rubbing her nail polish, sitting in front of the piano and playing a piece of music, and seeing Peel's elementary school classmates once in a while, there were no magical events. None of them appeared, and she even wondered whether the dementor she met that day was a hallucination.

Finally, at three o'clock in the morning of NO.12, a middle-aged witch appeared at her door, and under Vernon's reluctant gaze, took Dali away.

They rode on a broomstick like a buggy, and the long flight made her a little dizzy.The witch didn't say a word, because they had to arrive before nine o'clock, and there was no time to explain too much.

The second time she came to the Ministry of Magic, she took out another Sickle and threw it into the magic fountain. Before she had time to make a wish, she was pulled into the security checkpoint by the witch. The wizard was still wearing a peacock blue robe and had an unshaven beard.

"I remember you, miss." He took her wand from the machine and returned it to her, and poked the parchment showing its raw material on a small brass nail. "What is it this time, On trial? What did you do wrong?"

"Thank you, Eric." The middle-aged witch said decisively, grabbed Dali by the shoulder and led her away from the table, returning to the wizarding trend towards the golden gate.

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

With the sound of the elevator announcement, she was pushed out of the fence by the witch.Immediately, a paper airplane flew to the tip of the witch's nose, with the stamp of the Ministry of Magic still on it.

"The situation has changed, Miss Dursley." She quickly read the above text, "We have changed the time, eight o'clock, tenth court room, come on, we have to go down."

Dali didn't speak, and returned to the elevator.

They came to the lowest floor, which was completely different from the corridors above. The walls were empty, there were no doors or windows, but there was a simple black door at the end of the corridor.Dali thought they were going to the end, but the witch led her to continue down the stairs.

How serious is it for minors to use magic to go to such a deep place?

They went down to the bottom of the stairs and down a corridor that looked exactly like the one at Hogwarts that led to the dungeons: rough stone walls, with torches on brackets.The doors they passed here were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes.

They finally stopped in front of a gloomy black door with a big iron lock.Dali felt that this was not a trial, but more like she and Harry were about to be packed up and locked up.

"Dally, you're here!" She saw Dally and Mr. Weasley running over, panting and exhausted, leaning against the wall, grabbing the clothes on their chest and panting.

"Good luck." Mr. Weasley pushed Harry forward. Harry's beating heart pounded against his Adam's apple. He swallowed hard, took Darley's hand, and unscrewed the heavy Iron handle.

"I'm a little scared." Dali said the first words when she came to the Ministry of Magic.

"It's okay." Harry couldn't actually promise that, but that was all he could say.

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 empty benches that gradually rise, and in front of them, on the highest benches, there are many dark figures looming.They had been whispering, and when the heavy door closed behind them, an ominous silence fell.

Harry had not only seen it before, but had been here before.This was the place he had seen in Dumbledore's Pensieve, where he had seen the Lestranges sentenced to life in Azkaban.

Dali timidly hid behind Harry, she heard a cold man's voice echoing in the courtroom.

"You are late."

"Sorry," Harry said nervously, "I-I didn't know the time had changed."

"It was no fault of the Wizengamot," said the voice. "An owl was sent this morning to inform you. Sit down."

Harry lowered his gaze to the row of chairs in the center of the room, the arms of which were chained to the left and right.He had seen these chains jump up suddenly and bind the person sitting in the middle tightly.His feet echoed loudly across the stony ground.He sat cautiously on the edge of the chair, and Dally sat next to her.The chains tinkled menacingly, but they did not bind them.Feeling dizzy and nauseous, Harry looked up at the people sitting on the bench above.

And Darley kept holding Harry's hand, she thought, she used to do that a lot when she was very young... When?Is it six years old?Still five years old?

In short, not many people asked Dali in this trial. Their questions were all aimed at Harry, and Dali was more inclined to be a witness. They didn't mention any Malfoy's name, as if Draco had never come Cross Privet Drive.

Some in the Ministry of Magic were desperately trying to avoid the presence of dementors in the Muggle world, avoiding every possible whiff of the man. Fifteen-year-old Dali Dursley once again felt the strangeness of the adult world.

According to what Harry said, Voldemort was really resurrected, why didn't everyone rise up and resist?Why was Fudge so excited?Why do you say this is nonsense?She seemed to be kept in the dark forever, didn't understand the outside world, didn't understand Harry, and didn't understand Draco.

In the end, in a debate with Dumbledore, Fudge lost and declared the charges against them both acquitted.

"Great," said Dumbledore cheerfully, standing up quickly, drawing his wand, and making his two calico armchairs disappear. "Well, I must go. Have a nice day, everyone." .”

Dumbledore's sudden departure took Harry by surprise.He sat motionless in the chained chair, trying to recover from a sense of shock and relief.He glanced at Dally, and so did she.The members of the Wizengamot stood up one after another, sorting out the documents while talking.Harry stood up too.No one seemed to be paying attention to him.

"Come on, it's all right, are you okay?" He held out his hand to Dali.

"A little surprised, but it's okay." Dali nodded, holding his hand, she felt the gaze from above——the gaze of the tomb-like witch on Fudge's right kept lingering on her body, as if to get away from her. The accusation was very dissatisfied, but when she received Dali's gaze, she raised a "kind" smile and stopped looking at her again.

Weasley was very happy to hear that their charges were invalid, and kept telling Harry about the jinx incident in the toilet on a certain floor.

"Oh, all it takes is an anti-jinx spell, it couldn't be easier," Mr. Weasley was still saying as Daly followed them upstairs. The attitude behind the act, Harry. Some wizards might find it amusing to tease Muggles, but it might express something deeper, uglier, and I, as a—”

Mr. Weasley suddenly stopped mid-sentence.They had just reached the corridor on the ninth floor, and Cornelius Fudge was standing a few steps away from them, talking in a low voice with a tall man with long, glossy pale blond hair and a Zhang Jian's face was self-conscious.

Hearing their footsteps, the tall man turned his face.He also stopped suddenly before finishing his sentence, squinted his cold gray eyes, glared at Harry, and then stared fixedly at Dali.

"Yes, yes, yes, Patronus?" said Lucius Malfoy coldly, "Miss Dursley always surprises me."

At this time, someone turned their attention to Dali, and Fudge was also a little strange. He thought that Lucius would hate Harry Potter's "get away with it" even more.

"Maybe you can go home and ask your son." Dali also hated Lucius, and spoke mercilessly, "I've always wondered why he didn't come."

"Draco won't have anything to do with people like you." Lucius' face changed slightly, but he returned to normal immediately.

"Draco Malfoy told you so?" Dali said angrily.

"Of course." He drew his jaw up and said in a drawling voice, "Lying doesn't make you smarter. You want to get out of that narrow hole, don't you? I won't let you do that, Dursley." Miss—Minister, let's go to your office now."

"Of course." Fudge said, turning his back on them. "This way, Lucius."

The two strode away, talking in low voices.

"Dally, Malfoy wouldn't say that." Seeing that Dali was silent, Harry turned his head, trying to comfort her, although what he actually thought was: Malfoy can't say anything!

"I know...I know, Harry." Daly took a deep breath, looked at the back of Lucius leaving, and there was no big expression on her face, "I'm not a fool."

But I really want to smoke a cigarette.

The author has something to say:

These two chapters are so depressing. Father Lu knew that his son had secretly played with Dali, and caused trouble, and was about to cause trouble.

Here's a small episode to prevent depression:

Dali: Children nowadays don't know how to respect people, and express their love by teasing them, like a fool.

Draco (looking at his half-grown son): Exactly.

Dali: So you were a big jerk when you were a kid.

Draco:?