Chapter 409 It's Great That I'm Still Alive

Shhhhhh~~~

Figures rode broomsticks through the clouds and mist, and four thestrals pulled a magic carriage and ran quickly in the sky.

Soon, everyone swooped down and could vaguely see a towering Ministry of Magic building.

The building is looming in the clouds and mist, and from time to time a bird goes straight through it.

When the last Auror flew into the entrance of the highest floor on a broomstick, the building flipped over, and everyone was already under the Ministry of Magic.

The tenth basement floor of this floor is called 'Judgement Room', and there are ten rooms in total, which cannot be reached by elevators.

It is said to be a trial, but many important meetings will also be held here.

It is very lively here today. A circular courtroom surrounded by stairs has been cast with the 'Straight Without Trace Curse', which can easily accommodate tens of thousands of people.

In fact, these people are far from the only ones paying attention to this matter, and many people tried their best to fail to participate in this "new book presentation meeting".

Fudge called all parties to participate in this weird name, which not only pointed out the link with questions, but also explained that some links other than books were missing.

Leave some things to the sidelines, that's the signal Fudge gave.

Many people participated, such as Dumbledore, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic.

(From this point of view, Dumbledore is Fudge's subordinate.)

(Looking at it from this point of view, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, is really unpleasant.)

There is a circular field in the middle of the ring-shaped stepped seats. At this moment, a huge potion experiment table and a shelf full of potion ingredients are placed.

There was a gap directly opposite the table, and countless Aurors poured in, occupying every corner.

Then, the six Aurors led Anton carefully into the arena holding the chains.

"Merlin's beard!" Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts School, screamed and stood up, "He's just a child, how could you treat him like this?"

She wasn't the only one who said this. At this moment, everyone pointed at Anton and said something, and the buzzing courtroom became noisy.

The reporters became even more excited, like a big black dog smelling the fragrant poop, or honey smelling the blooming flowers, they swooped in and quickly took pictures from all angles.

Some even didn't care about the Auror who was facing a big enemy, relying on being a woman, they pushed the Auror aside and pointed at Anton for a burst of shutter.

Obviously, this is the photo that will be on the headlines tomorrow.

It's so visually impactful, thanks.

Dumbledore looked at Fudge coldly, "Minister, if I remember correctly, similar magic props and devices are only used in Gringotts vaults to lock fire dragons!"

"Please tell me, is this child a fire dragon?"

The corners of Fudge's eyes twitched, wanting to say, oh, he'd rather face a dragon than face this kid alone.

Of course, he wanted to say that it was impossible for him to arrange such a thing.

The specific operating procedure for transferring prisoners was formulated by the Auror Office itself. Fudge did not have the right, nor did he have the leisure to interfere in such matters.

Seriously, Dumbledore, this is a matter for your Department of Magical Law Enforcement, why do you ask me?

You're far more authoritative than I am in the department of the Auror Office, aren't you?

Oh, that is to say, knowing that the person in front of him is not Dumbledore, Fudge dared to murmur in his heart full of resentment.

By the way...

Isn't the one in front of you really Dumbledore?

! ! ! !

Fudge looked carefully at Dumbledore's old and majestic face, and shivered inexplicably in his heart, this...

"..."

Scrimgeour gave these reporters a look of disgust, and ordered his subordinates to untie Anton.

The Auror with the chains left the courtroom from the original passage, and the other Aurors were scattered in every corner, holding their wands tightly to prevent them from guarding.

In fact, there is no need for this at all, and now this courtroom has almost gathered the top group of wizards.

If Anton really wanted to escape, no one would blame the Aurors.

The only problem is that the mentally ill prisoners in Azkaban are now calling themselves "the king's Auror", which makes Scrimgeour have to show his hostile attitude towards Anton in front of everyone as much as possible.

He is different from Anton, a lunatic, he has pursuits.

Reputation is everything to him!

everything!

"Say your name, child." Fudge walked to a seat protruding from the circle, and his voice was amplified by the magic device above so that everyone could hear it.

"Anthony Weasley, but I'd rather you call me Anton."

"Okay, Anton, did you write this "Muggles, Werewolves and Wizards" yourself?"

"Yes."

"All the contents in it are true? Didn't they write indiscriminately?"

"Yes."

"Think about it, kid, now every word you say, you will..." Fudge looked serious, and stopped after a few words, which made Anton feel uncomfortable.

"Maybe we can skip these boring links. Everyone knows what I want to do, and I know it myself." Anton didn't care about the countless eyes staring at him, and gently rubbed his wrist.

That shackle just now was really miraculous.

It actually blocked my control over the magic power, even if I frantically mobilized the emotions, will, or memory in my body, there was no way to make the magic power appear.

His soul seemed to be grafted onto the shackles at this moment, and he mistakenly regarded the shackles as his own body, so he could only mobilize the magic power on the shackles.

This shackle is also very interesting, as long as the magic power on it is touched, it will start to turn red and bright.

There's just so much interesting stuff in the Auror division, oh, and so are the enchantments.

Anton felt inexplicably, hey, it seems that it would be a good choice to be an Auror for a few years after graduation.

Auror Anton?

Haha, sounds like fun.

Aurors are different from general departments. They seem to be recruiting for magic school graduates, but in fact, they are essentially the same set of ancient wizards as master-apprentice.

And the old Ronaldo has thrown an olive branch to himself many times, as if it is really feasible.

"No! This is the most important thing, child, listen to me carefully!" Fudge glared at Anton. This child is really powerful. You can get a glimpse of the attitude of those usually arrogant Aurors, but in What a child in politics.

Is it important to do things?

The important thing is what I'm talking about now, understand?

Saying a few words now is more useful than doing more later!

Anton shrugged his shoulders, hearing Fudge's chattering speech, walking on the test bench and shelves, looking around.

Finally, he put a plate of plants on the table, grabbed its leaves with one hand, and pulled them out violently.

"So we should understand this growing..." Halfway through Fudge's words, a piercing scream came to his ears.

Suddenly, dizziness hit, and he staggered and almost fell.

Many of the guests on the high steps screamed and ran away from their seats, and several of them even quickly drew out their wands.

Anton pouted, and put the Mandrake in his hand back into the basin.

In an instant, the whole world fell silent.

"What I need is a mature Mandrake!" Anton looked at Fudge, and plucked the leaves of this plant on the table, "You have also seen that the scream of a mature Mandrake can be fatal. It will only make people dizzy, and there is no way to even faint."

"It's not even at the level of a larva."

"How poor is our Ministry of Magic?"

Fudge panted heavily, with a look of "I'm so glad I'm still alive", looking at Anton who complained, and immediately gritted his teeth and glared at him, "Isn't it the same?"

Fortunately, fortunately, it was that larva. If this was a mature body, Anton's pulling out just now would probably kill half of the top people in the wizarding world.

When the time comes to call these people over, I...

Oh~ Fudge shook his head quickly, not letting himself think about those terrible pictures.

"This is different." Anton frowned. "The leaves of mature Mandrakes have undergone changes in properties, and they are two completely different potion materials from the leaves of larvae."

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they make a move. It is just such a small step, and the knowledgeable people on the stage nodded in agreement.

Those who hadn't been deeply involved in herbalism or potion science turned to ask to understand. Everyone talked in twos and threes, and the entire court room became noisy for a while.

Fudge sighed, beckoning his subordinates to deal with it quickly.

He regrets it.

You shouldn't provoke Anton, a lunatic. He is really powerful, but he doesn't know how to behave at all. At this time, he began to miss Dumbledore a little bit.

sigh~

Tired~