After nearly half a month, Amosta stepped into the door of the Ministry of Magic again.
The majestic entrance hall was ruined by the crowds of people. Reporters from dozens of magical newspapers from all over the world, as well as some celebrities in the magical world who paid close attention to the case of Peter Pettigrew, gathered here, eagerly awaiting the trial. result.
Amosta foresaw this situation and changed his appearance in advance to avoid a riot.
The Ministry of Magic takes this trial seriously as never before. In order to maintain order, all departments, except employees dealing with emergency matters, are sent to the hall to maintain order.
At the entrance to the elevator hall where Eric Munch was on duty, the ministry also arranged for personnel to set up a cordon, and people who had nothing to do with the case were blocked outside.
Amosta struggled to squeeze through the crowd, and he saw Mr. Weasley, who was sweating on his forehead and looking anxious, squatting behind the cordon, his eyes constantly scanning the bustling crowd, as if he was looking for something.
"Mr. Weasley—"
Amosta squeezed his way to the front of the crowd and attracted Arthur Weasley's attention with his wave. Faced with his confused eyes, Amosta raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"It's me, Bill's old friend--"
"oh!"
Mr. Weasley's face immediately lit up with joy, and his whole body relaxed. He greeted the Auror on duty, grabbed Amosta's arm and pulled him behind the cordon, and led him non-stop. He walked into the elevator hall,
"Dumbledore said you had never participated in such a thing, so he asked me to show you the way here!"
While waiting for the elevator, Mr. Weasley wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Amosta, whose facial features were being distorted and restored to their original state.
"Ah, speaking of clever ways, Amosta, where have you been hiding? The Wizengamot Management Office sent you a dozen letters informing you of the trial time, but no owl can find it. Yours, Amelia had no choice but to think of Dumbledore--"
Amosta smiled apologetically.
"I have been staying at 12 Grimmauld Place these days. As you know, that old house has very strict protection measures. I did forget about this matter, if Dumbledore hadn't asked Principal Black to Notify me of the portrait.”
"Ah, that's understandable. This is your first time participating after all!"
Mr. Weasley said with a smile, and then he stuffed a purple robe hanging on his arm into Amosta's arms, and then pulled him into the elevator stopped in front of them.
"Amelia asked me to give it to you, put it on quickly, Amosta, everyone in the Wizengamot who participates in the trial must wear this dress——"
Mr. Weasley grunted dissatisfiedly while punching the button on the ninth floor of the basement roughly with his fist.
"They arranged the location of the trial in the Tenth Courtroom. Even the elevator can't reach it. That house has never been used since the fall of the mysterious man. Oh, in order to tidy up that house, they put Perkins They all told me to clean the room. That’s my only helper--"
"There's no need to worry, Mr. Weasley--"
Seeing Mr. Weasley's appearance, Amosta laughed and said,
"The Wizengamot will not be unable to hold a banquet because of me, and Peter will not be unable to convict because of me."
The elevator hummed to the ninth floor underground. Unlike other floors, the cold voice announcing the stop said "Department of Mysteries" and then shut up without any introduction to this floor.
Although the color of the Wizengamot's "work clothes" is very cool, it still looks dignified when worn. The only thing that is not beautiful is that when the Ministry of Magic prepared Amosta's robe, they forgot to measure his height, so that The tail of the robe was dragged to the ground.
Amosta raised his hat and followed Mr. Weasley quickly to a corridor. This corridor was completely different from the corridor above. The walls were empty, there were no doors or windows, but there was a simple window at the end of the corridor. Amosta glanced at the black door, and his eyebrows moved invisibly.
The Department of Mysteries is indeed not simple. A simple door actually has the ability to isolate the perception of magic.
Along the way, Mr. Weasley and Amosta didn't meet anyone. However, when they turned from a gap in the corridor to the stairs leading deeper underground, the place was full of people, and the person guarding behind the gap was Tonks's senior in the Auror office, Kingsley, who had a relationship with Amosta.
"Good morning, Mr. Blaine—"
Before Amosta could speak, Kingsley took the lead and greeted in a slightly calm voice,
"Ms. Bones said hello to me. If you see you coming down, you can go in directly."
Immediately, Kingsley turned his eyes to Mr. Weasley,
"Sorry Arthur, you are not authorized, you can only stop here."
Mr. Weasley was not surprised. He seemed to have known this for a long time. Amosta was aware of Mr. Weasley's connections and invisible influence in the Ministry. He glanced at the steps and there was a guard standing every two steps. The beaters asked slightly in shock,
"Good morning, Kingsley, is this necessary? It's just Peter Pettigrew, and Dumbledore is also down there, and he can't fly--"
"It may not be a big deal to you. After all, you have the ability to kill so many werewolves by yourself——"
After saying goodbye to Mr. Weasley, Kingsley led Amosta down the stairs. Upon hearing Amosta's question, Kingsley said with a complex expression,
"But it is undeniable that the Wizengamot is preparing to put on trial the most evil and cunning dark wizard we have encountered in twelve years. And he has also brought shame to the Ministry."
Just as Kingsley said, every Auror standing guard here had a tense face, and there was a chilling atmosphere in the air.
Aurors should be the most powerful profession in the magic world. However, Amosta Brain, who has become famous recently, is in front of him, but no Auror comes forward to talk to Amosta. They abide by the rules. , stay alert to all disturbances.
Kingsley and Amostar went down to the stairs and then walked along a corridor that was also full of people. The architectural style here is exactly the same as the underground corridors leading to the Slytherin common room in Hogwarts. , rough stone walls, with torches on brackets. The doors to the rooms they passed were all heavy wooden doors with iron bolts and keyholes.
In front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock hanging on it, Kingsley stopped, turned around and nodded to Amosta,
"That's it, Mr. Blaine. I can't go in without receiving instructions."
"grateful--"
Amosta smiled and walked past Kingsley. When his palm touched the cold door handle, something suddenly sounded. He turned his head and stopped Kingsley, who was already walking back.
"Oh, by the way, Kingsley, there is something I need to trouble you about. If you can, please help Tonks apply for a few more days of leave--"
Facing Kingsley's confused look, Amosta twitched the corner of his mouth.
"She is currently busy solving her single problem."
Amosta looked at the courtroom that appeared in front of him - the surrounding walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and gloomy. On the left and right sides of the passage were rows of empty benches that were gradually rising. In front of him, on the highest benches, many dark figures suddenly appeared. They had been whispering just now. When the heavy door Amos An icy silence fell over the tower as it closed behind it.
"Amosta!"
At the same time, the greetings that resounded in the courtroom included those from Amelia Bones, Cornelius Fudge, Dumbledore, and several other politicians he had recently met during this period. A big shot in the business world.
When he entered the room, the whispers here suddenly became much louder. Many wizards pointed at him and said these things to the acquaintances around him. Looking over, most of the wizards who made eye contact with him showed friendly smiles, while some looked indifferent and were indifferent to his appearance.
Dumbledore, as the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, stood behind the rostrum in the center, smiling gently at him,
"Take your seats, Amosta—"
(End of chapter)
