Chapter 483 Trial
The morning of August 12th.
"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day today." A cold female voice came from the magic phone booth leading to the Ministry of Magic.
Allen straightened his robe, and the door of the phone booth opened suddenly. Penello, who had short black hair and flaming red lips, was looking at him with a smile. When Allen walked out, she rushed forward immediately, giving A big hug from Ellen.
They stood at the end of a long, resplendent hall with a dark, polished wooden floor. The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board in the sky. The walls were paneled with dark, glossy black wood, and many gilt fireplaces were built into the wood panels.
Allen arrived too early. It was only seven o'clock in the morning. In front of the fireplace, there were only a few wizards in purple robes with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on the left chest, and a small number of wizards in black Ministry of Magic uniforms. Enter the hall through the fireplace.
"Alan, Blake should be on the second floor. I just saw him get off the elevator on the second floor leading to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement." It touched Alan's ear, which made his earlobe feel moist for a while.
Allen nodded slightly, his cheeks and Penello's soft lips brushed gently, causing a numbness.
Allen coughed twice, and gently broke away from Penello's embrace amidst Penello's coquettish laughter. Allen walked through the gate of the Ministry of Magic first, and came to a smaller hall, where there were at least twenty elevators, blocked by refined golden fence doors.
With the sound of Ding Ding Dang Dang and rattling, an elevator descended in front of them. The golden fence door slid open, and Alan and Penello walked in.
The gate of the fence slammed shut, the lift went up slowly, the chain rattled, and the indifferent woman's voice sounded again.
The elevator didn't stop and slowly descended. There were only Alan and Penello in the elevator, and Penello leaned on Alan's shoulder, "Before I graduated, I naively thought that even if I worked, because you have a vacation, we can still work with you." We often see each other during the holidays, but I didn’t expect that since I became an Auror, I have been so busy like a spinning top that I hardly have any free time. Your holidays are taken up by Hermione and Luna, and you have been with them all the time. Did I forget about it?"
With that said, Penello bit Alan's shoulder aggrievedly.
Allen didn't dodge, nor resisted with magic power, but just put one hand around Penello's waist, gently comforting the wronged Penello but didn't speak, and after coming over for a while, Penello let go mouth, no longer complaining, resting his head on Allen's shoulder, enjoying the short silence.
The door opened, and the cold female voice announced: "The second floor, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, includes the Misuse of Magic Office, Auror Command and the Wizengamot Governing Body."
"It's here." Penello stood up straight, and they walked out of the elevator and came to a corridor with doors on both sides.
They walked through a window, and the bright sunlight came in, just like Penello's bright mood at this time, and the corners of her lips were raised higher.
They turned a corner, passed through two heavy oak doors, stopped, and looked ahead.
There, Sirius Black was stuffing a large bag of things into the arms of a big unshaven wizard in a purple robe, his eyes were full of pleading: "Then please."
Amidst the thud of ding-dong metal coming from the bulging bag, expressions of understanding appeared on the faces of Allen and Penello. Sirius must be bribing the relevant judges for his godson Harry.
Seemingly aware of their gaze, the two people on the opposite side turned their heads and looked over. The unshaven wizard cursed in a low voice, clutched his purse and left quickly.
Sirius' bribery was bumped into by Alan and Penello, and they clenched their hands awkwardly.
"Mr. Black,
I just happened to be looking for you. "Alan turned a blind eye to what happened before, and walked towards Sirius quickly.
"This thing can help Harry get rid of the suspicion, but it is inconvenient for us Harris to confront Fudge directly, so if you want to, you must make an oath-until I give permission, you can't tell anyone that I gave it to you. Yes, not even Dumbledore." Allen held up a thin, sealed brown paper file bag.
Overjoyed to Sirius? Black did not hesitate, and immediately issued an unbreakable oath under the witness of Penello.
Allen handed the kraft paper file bag to Sirius, and Sirius couldn't wait to open the bag. When he saw the contents in the photo, his nostrils fluttered slightly, and he raised his head suddenly, with a strong color of suspicion in his joy.
"How did you get these photos?" After reading, Sirius carefully stuffed the photos back into the bag.
"When I received the letter from Dumbledore, I felt that your wrong alienation towards Harry might have been taken advantage of by others, so I was secretly protecting Harry. If Harry was at the last moment I can't use the Patronus Charm, and I don't care about exposing my position in front of Fudge, I will help Harry." Allen explained unhurriedly, "Mr. Black, please think about it. So the reason for the current situation is that you left Harry and let him out of your protection. Professor Dumbledore is indeed the greatest white wizard in the world today, but the advice he gives you is not necessarily It is in your own best interest, he has his own purpose. You have to learn to judge for yourself, instead of relying on others for your own and Harry's life and future."
Allen's words made Sirius nodded unconsciously on the opposite side, and it was for this reason that he got angry with Dumbledore before. At this moment, the bearded wizard who had just left hurriedly rushed over: "Black, Fudge has moved the interrogation time forward by an hour, and the location has also changed."
He handed Sirius the note that changed the time and place, nodded at Allen, straightened his hat, and left quickly.
Sirius quickly passed the note: "Sorry Alan, I have to find Dumbledore first, he should have arrived early in the Ministry of Magic, he is Harry's defender, I need to give this key piece of evidence to Him." After finishing speaking, he was about to leave without waiting for Alan to respond.
Allen reached out and stopped him: "Time is running out, I suggest you go directly to the trial court now. When the trial will be held later, you'd better move faster and show this evidence directly. These photos are enough to prove that Ha Leigh is innocent, it's best not to delay, lest Fudge and the others induce Harry to testify against him, and they may play more tricks to complicate the trial. Black, you have to get used to not relying too much on Deng Bullido."
Sirius nodded hesitantly, but in order to protect his godson, he was forced to turn around and walk towards the courtroom immediately.
A few minutes later, the tenth courtroom.
In front of the gloomy black door with a large iron lock, Dumbledore adjusted his crescent-shaped glasses, twisted the heavy iron handle on the door, and walked into the courtroom.
As soon as he walked into the courtroom with calm strides, he said in a calm but resonant voice: "Attorney: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore."
Dumbledore walked up to Harry's level and looked up at Fudge through half-moon spectacles perched on his crooked nose, his long silver beard and hair gleaming in the light of the torches.
The members of the Wizengamot were all whispering to each other. Hearing the sound, they cast their eyes on Dumbledore in amazement. The courtroom was silent for a moment, and then there were chuckles of several people from the corner of the courtroom.
Fudge's bald forehead was beaded with sweat and frowning, and Umbridge next to him desperately shouted at the little boy standing in front of him demanding to be held accountable for the Ministry of Magic's mismanagement of the dementors, and demanding to deal with those responsible Sirius explained something gesticulating.
"Hmm...huh?" Dumbledore looked a little surprised, he hadn't figured out the situation before him.
Harry learned from Sirius that it was Dumbledore who asked them not to contact him. He was very dissatisfied with Dumbledore's actions, but seeing Dumbledore standing there looking a little embarrassed, he still couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He explained: "Principal, the trial is over, and the Ministry of Magic's charges against me are not established."