Chapter 298

"Mystery division."

The female voice on the newspaper floor was still indifferent, and somehow she didn't introduce more specific departments on this floor, as if there was no need for any introduction at all.

Neither Mr. Weasley nor Harry was in a hurry. They let the wizard named "bode" standing at the door of the elevator go out first, and then looked at each other.

Harry nodded silently to Mr. Weasley, with a faint surprise in his eyes - I'm afraid Marca didn't expect such a good opportunity for this mission!

The corridor outside the elevator is completely different from those above. The black brick walls on both sides are empty, with no doors, no windows and nothing.

Harry looked a little over the shoulder of Mr. bird into the front corridor, but found that there was only a simple black door at the end.

Mr. Weasley and Harry followed each other, pretending to walk forward naturally, and Harry felt his breathing become a little short.

Since luck had given him such a good chance, he certainly wouldn't want to miss it - Harry began to get nervous.

In the list that Marca asked him to memorize, there was the name of this "Mr. bode"!

No mistake, Broderick bode, one of the staff of the Department of mystery affairs. Mr. Weasley has identified him and he is ready to act.

But

"Is the other party a wizard loyal to the Ministry of magic? Or is it already Voldemort? Will the other party be vigilant about the surrounding situation? It must be vigilant!"

Harry thought hard and thought as he walked. Before he knew it, he had gone half the way down the corridor.

"No, as soon as possible, or this opportunity will be missed!"

Harry stared at each other's thin back, took two quick steps, put his hand into his sleeve, and was about to throw something on each other's back.

But just then, Bode suddenly turned his head!

Harry was so frightened that his heart stopped. He put his hand in his sleeve and his face became very stiff.

"Arthur," said bird, gazing at Harry as he walked forward, "is this?"

"Harry Potter, I think you know."

Mr. Weasley actually felt a little frightened just now, but he seemed much more calm and steady than Harry, who was a little happy on weekdays.

"Oh -" said bird, still staring at Harry without blinking, "yes, of course."

Harry kept forcing himself to calm down in his heart. His hand was still in his sleeve, but it would be very abrupt if he pulled it out now.

So, although it was not very natural, Harry kept closing his sleeves and walked forward.

Bode hadn't stopped a step since then. He stared at Harry for a while before he turned his head straight ahead again.

"Call -"

Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief, but the next moment, when he found that they had come to the end of the corridor, his heart became anxious again.

There are three steps... Two steps... One step

Bode stood in front of the black door at the end of the corridor, as if he had no intention of opening it - he turned again and waited for Harry and Mr. Weasley to pass first.

There is a gap on the left at the end of the corridor, where there is a ladder leading to a deeper level.

The other party is watching. Is there no chance? If you knew this, don't hesitate at the beginning!

Harry endured his remorse in silence, followed Mr. Weasley to the left and continued down.

"Such a good opportunity..."

Harry couldn't help looking back at the top of the steps, and immediately his eyes lit up - bode opened the door! He's going in!

Although he can only see half of the other party's body because of the steps, what he wants to throw is not something that needs to be thrown very accurately, is it?

Maybe the action of taking out something and throwing it out has rehearsed the relationship in my mind countless times, or because I really don't want to miss the moment of this God given opportunity

Harry almost reflexively pulled his hand out of his sleeve, shook his hand and threw a small thing hard over the steps.

A very small dark figure made an arc in mid air and landed on the floor a foot away from bode!

There was no sound. Bode didn't respond. However, he had entered the door and was about to close the door

At this time, the insignificant black spot on the ground moved itself and got into the crack of the door at the last moment when the black door was about to close.

"Bang."

The black gate is closed. Is this the completion of the task? Should it be finished?

"Not bad," Mr. Weasley patted Harry on the shoulder and then urged, "don't be dazed. The next reason for you to come this time, don't relax! Well... But don't be too nervous... Moderate, moderate!"

Harry nodded hurriedly, glanced at the closed black door again, and then followed Mr. Weasley down the stairs.

They went down as like as two peas down the stairs, and walked down a corridor, exactly the same as those in Hogwarts' corridors leading to Snape's underground Classroom: rough and rough walls, a cradle with a torch, and a gloomy atmosphere.

Harry found that the doors they passed were heavy wooden doors with strong iron latches and small keyholes.

"Courtroom 10... I think we're almost there, that's right!"

In front of a gloomy black door with a big iron lock, Mr. Weasley stopped and looked at Harry who followed him.

"Go," he said, shaking his head towards the door. "Go in!"

"Aren't you coming?" said Harry, stunned.

"Oh, no, I'm afraid I can't..." Mr. Weasley shrugged helplessly. "Sorry... Remember to answer the question calmly. Good luck!"

Harry felt his heart was working very hard today. How many times did it jump to his throat?

He swallowed hard, stretched out his hand with a tight face, twisted the heavy and cold iron handle on the door, and walked rigidly into the courtroom.

The walls around the courtroom are made of black stones. Unlike those black bricks on the upper floor, the stones here look huge and rough, and do not reflect light at all.

The strange black stones seemed to devour the light, which made the light of the torch even more dim and gloomy.

Harry took a few steps inside and found himself on a stone platform.

On both sides of him are rows of stepped seats raised layer by layer; In front of him, on the highest row of seats, there were many faint figures.

They had been whispering since then, and an ominous atmosphere shrouded as the heavy door closed behind Harry.

Just as Harry was stunned, a cold man's voice echoed in the courtroom.

"Have you been notified of changing the time and place of review?"

"... yes."

Harry didn't see who was talking for a moment. He looked left and right and replied subconsciously.

There was another brooding silence, and Harry understood that the reason why the other party made an urgent change was to give him a blow - this was Marca's guess, but it was obviously reasonable.

"Sit down!" the cold man suddenly said again.

Harry looked down at the chair in the middle of the stone platform, with chains on its arms.

He tried to force himself to calm down, but the surrounding atmosphere and the inexplicable pressure on the stone platform made him a little out of breath, which made him unable to keep calm at all.

Harry walked across the stone floor and gave a loud and mixed echo.

He sat carefully on the edge of the chair, and the chain on the armrest jingled and vibrated. The unknown breath was very dangerous, as if it contained special magic.

The chains seemed to vibrate, but they didn't tie him up after all.

But even so, Harry felt dizzy and sick. He looked up at the people sitting on the bench and felt his vision narrowed.

"Has Marca ever sat on this?" Harry suddenly thought, "with his strength and the charges at that time, these terrible chains will tie him up without hesitation? It's hard to imagine..."

When he looked up, he could see about fifty people. Those people were all dressed in purple robes with a silver "W" embroidered on their left chest.

They all looked down at him, some with stern faces, others without hiding their curiosity - even Harry could see that there must be several factions among them.

In the middle of the front row of benches sat a man Harry didn't know. The man had long hair combed back and a goatee. He looked very serious.

On his left sat a woman wizard with a square chin and a wide figure. She had short gray hair and wore a pair of reflective glasses. The expression on her face was creepy.

On his right sat another female wizard, because she sat a little too far behind. At this time, her whole face was shrouded in shadow, so that Harry couldn't see it at all.

"Well," said the middle-aged wizard, "the defendant is present. Let's start --"

Just then, he shouted to the wizard on the nearest seat, "are you ready?"

"Yes, sir," said a voice familiar to Harry eagerly.

That's Ron's brother Percy Weasley!

He was sitting at the edge of the front seat. Harry looked at Percy and thought he would at least know himself, but there was no expression on his face.

Percy's pupils hidden behind the horny frame glasses are focused on the parchment on the table. A feather pen is held in his hand and ready to write.

Harry remembered the conversation on the day he first arrived at Black's old house - Percy, as if he had really betrayed everyone!