Chapter 1228

At least there's still something to gain, van Lin and Ron quickly walk to the elevator.

It is worth mentioning that Ron is wet again. Although Ron has found a solution to the problem after Fanlin has lifted the spell, the pipes and ceiling are not as easy to deal with as expected. However, Fanlin is focused on the incantations and magic array. Finally, Ron needs to ask for help from professionals.

In fact, Ron himself is also a professional. Of course, this is Ron's current identity.

Inevitably, the water once again made Ron look like you.

And most intuitively, the wet footprints in the corridor are the best proof.

However, when opening the elevator, Fanlin was a little dazed. The people in front of me were very familiar with it, but for a while, Fanlin was hesitant.

"You two..." Said the tall man.

"Ah, hello..." Ron scratched his head. He's not very well now.

"So what happened to you two? Ron and Fanlin are me, Harry Harry said in the car, in coordination, now he is in the majestic shape

"Harry! Ah, I forgot what you look like... " Ron said, "those damned pipes are really annoying."

"Harry?" Van Lin was stunned. He put his head behind Harry. "Why isn't Hermione with you?"

"She had to go down to the courtroom with Umbridge, and she couldn't refuse, and

But before Harry had finished speaking, the elevator stopped again. When the door opened, Mr. Weasley came in talking to an old witch, her hair tied high like an ant hill.

"Oh, Hello, ray," Mr. Weasley looked around, hearing the continuous dripping of water from Ron's robe. "Didn't your wife come to inquire about anything today? Er - what's going on? Why are you all wet? "

"It's raining in Yaxley's office," Ron said evasively, trying not to look into Mr. Weasley's eyes.

There will always be some special connection between relatives, isn't it? Ron is afraid that he will not be able to continue after he looks at Mr. Weasley.

"I can't make it stop, so So I think I should go to Bernie pearsworth. I think what they're saying is... "

Ron stammered,

"yes, it's been raining in many offices recently," Mr. Weasley said. "Did you try to find metrolokinx ricator? It works for brackelli. "

"Maitreolokinx ricator?" Ron whispered. "No, I haven't. Thank you, Dad I mean, thank you, Arthur

The elevator door opened, and the old witch with the ant hill hair went out. Ron ran past her and disappeared into the sight of van Lin and Harry.

However, before the two of them followed, Percy Weasley strode into the elevator and blocked their way.

Percy was burying her head in a few pages of paper reading something, and the elevator door jingled shut before he realized that he was in an elevator with his father.

When he looked up and saw Mr. Weasley, his face immediately turned red like a carrot. When the elevator door opened again, he ran out.

So Harry and vaseline tried to get off the elevator again, but this time, Mr. Weasley blocked them with his arm, Harry to be exact.

"Wait a minute, lancorn." The elevator closed and jingled them down. At this point Mr. Weasley said, "I hear you have news about Dirk Creswell."

Harry felt that Mr. Weasley's anger had been exacerbated by a skirmish with Percy, so he thought his best choice was to play dumb.

"What do you say?"

"Don't be silly, lancorn," Mr. Weasley said angrily. "You caught the wizard who forged his genealogy, didn't you?"

"I What if I catch it? " Said Harry.

"I say Dirk Creswell is a wizard ten times better than you," Mr. Weasley said softly, and the elevator went deeper. "If he escapes from Azkaban alive, you have to account to him, not to mention his wife, his son, and his friends..."

"Arthur," Harry interrupted, "you know you're being watched, don't you?"

"Are you threatening me, lancorn?" Said Mr. Weasley aloud.

"No," said Harry, "that's the truth! They're watching your every move - "the elevator door opens. They have arrived in the middle hall. Mr. Weasley gave Harry a stern look and walked quickly out of the elevator.

Harry stood there, shaking slightly. How he wished he had become someone else, not lancorn The door of the elevator jingled shut again, and now only van Lin and Harry were left.

"Mr. Weasley is no longer fit to stay here, Harry!" Van Lim said in silence. Harry didn't respond. He just listened to the slow descent of the elevator.Now, when Ron goes to deal with those rainy offices, he and vaseline have to try to save Hermione.

To be sure, if there is any problem, there is no doubt that van Lin will definitely pull out his wand.

"Here we are Fanlin said, and then led out first.

It's a stone passage lit by torches, quite different from the corridors above with wooden floors and carpets.

The elevator squeaked away again, and it was a little cold around, which made Harry tremble a little, looking at the black door at the entrance of the mystery department in the distance.

Fanlin was standing by waiting. Harry was the only one in the interrogation room. It was better not to run around the Department of mysteries.

Harry opened his steps, not to the black door, but to the memory of the entrance to a flight of stairs leading down to the courtroom.

At the same time, Harry walked slowly down the stairs, imagining in his mind all kinds of possible plans, one that would reduce the risk of rescue.

Van Lin is not even fully recovered. It is obviously not a good idea to start here. He still has some decoy bombs on his body. But maybe it would be better to knock on the door of the courtroom and go in directly as lancorn to ask for a few words with mafada?

Of course, he doesn't know if lancorn is a person important enough to successfully complete the project, and even if he does, Hermione's disappearance could trigger a search before they escape the Ministry of magic

Harry was lost in thought, not immediately aware of the unusual chill approaching him, as if he had fallen into a cold fog. With each step, it felt even colder. It was cold enough to freeze his throat and tear up his internal organs. And then he felt that sense of despair, helplessness, and spread in his body

"There are Dementors!" Van Lin frowned. The feeling of cold forehead made him very uncomfortable. Different from the cold of temperature, it was a kind of shiver from the heart.

When he went down to the bottom of that staircase and turned right, van Lin and Harry saw a terrible scene.

Outside the courtroom, the dark passageway was filled with tall, black turban figures, their faces completely hidden in their cloaks, and in the silent passage only their intermittent hoarseness was heard as they breathed.

The Muggle witches who were brought in for questioning were apparently terrified and huddled on the cold wooden benches, shivering. Most of them have their faces buried deep in their hands, perhaps instinctively, to protect themselves under the Dementor's eager greedy lips. Some were accompanied by family members, others were sitting alone.

The Dementors glide back and forth in front of them.

The cold, helplessness and despair there made Harry feel like a disaster. Defeat it, Harry told himself, but he knew he couldn't summon a patron saint here without exposing himself.

"Calm down, Harry!" Vaseline reached out to Harry and motioned him not to use his wand.

No one knows more about Harry's feelings about Dementors than Fanlin, especially when these Dementors pose a threat to others. Naturally, it gives Harry a feeling of sympathy.

"I know." Harry took a deep breath and had to move forward as quietly as he could. With each step, Harry could feel the numbness in his mind, but he forced himself to think about the series of friends who needed him.

It was a terrible thing to pass through those tall black figures: Harry and vaseline passed them when the blind face, hidden under the cloak, suddenly turned around.

Harry was sure that the Dementors felt him, felt, perhaps, the existence of a life that still had some hope and joy, just then, in that terrible, almost frozen silence, the door of a dungeon on the left side of the corridor was suddenly opened, and the screams echoed out.

"No, no, I'm mixed, I'm mixed, I'll tell you! My father was a wizard. He was. Go check his profile, Archie Alderton. He's a famous broomstick designer. Go check his profile. I'll tell you Get your hands off me, get your hands off me... "

"This is the last warning for you," Umbridge said in her sweet, enchanted voice, still clear in the man's desperate cry.

"If you struggle again, I'll give you a Dementor's kiss."

the man's screams subsided, but his dry sobs still echoed in the corridor.

"Take him away." Said Umbridge. Two Dementors appeared in the hallway outside the courtroom, grabbing the arm of the unconscious wizard with their rotten, scabby hands. They were holding him up and sliding down the corridor, slowly darkening wherever they went, losing light until they could see nothing.

"Next Mary kettmore, "cried Umbridge. A little woman stood up, shaking from head to toe. She wore a simple robe, and her black hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head. Her face was bloodless. As she passed through the Dementors, Harry and van reen hid under their invisibility cloaks and could clearly see her shaking.As the door closed slowly, Harry and vaseline quickly followed her and slipped into the dungeon

It was entirely instinctive and had no plans in advance, for he hated the sight of her walking alone into the dungeon.

This is not the dungeon where Harry was interrogated for abusing magic. This one is smaller, although the ceiling is still the same It's like being trapped at the bottom of a deep well, like claustrophobia. There are more Dementors inside, standing in the corner of the room like sentinels without expression, and the chill from them covers the whole dungeon.

Behind the railings of the platform sat Umbridge, with Yaxley on one side and Hermione, as pale as the katymouth, on the other.

For a moment, Harry could clearly feel that van Lin was about to rush out, but this time he came to stop van Lin.

At the bottom of the platform, a long silver cat was cruising around. Harry realized that it was meant to protect the plaintiffs from the desperation unleashed by Dementors: despair was for the accused, not for the plaintiffs.

"Sit down, please." Said Umbridge, still in her sweet voice.

The katymorf stumbled off the platform and sat down in a single chair in the middle of the ground floor. She was immediately tied by the shackles that popped out of the armrest of the chair.

"Are you Mary Elizabeth catmore?" Asked Umbridge. Katymorf nodded with a trembling look.

"You're married to Reginald katymore of the magic service, aren't you?"

Mrs. ketmore burst into tears.

"I don't know where he is. He should have been waiting for me here!" Umbridge ignored her.

"You're the mother of maze, Ellie and Alfred catmore, aren't you?"

Katymolf cried even more.

"They must have been terrified. They thought I couldn't go home... "

"Excuse me," Yaxley interrupted. "We don't sympathize with children of mud."

Katymorf's sobbing masked the footsteps of Harry and van Lin, allowing them to cautiously approach the stairs leading to the podium. The moment he crossed the area where the patron saint cat was cruising, Harry felt the difference in the atmosphere: it was warm and comfortable. He was sure that the cat was Umbridge's patron saint, and that it was shining brightly, because Umbridge was happy here - it was her territory, and she was enforcing the law she had helped to write.

Harry and vaseline moved very carefully on the platform behind Umbridge, Yaxley and Hermione, and then sat down in the empty row behind them.

Van Lin was worried that Hermione would jump.

He's even thinking about putting a "shut your ears" spell on Umbridge and Yaxley, or simply killing them all? But even the murmur of the spell would have alerted Hermione.

Then Umbridge raised his voice to the katymolf, and van Lin seized the opportunity.

"I'm behind you." He whispered in Hermione's ear. As he expected, Hermione was startled and nearly knocked over the ink bottle used to record the conversation, but Umbridge and Yaxley's attention were focused on the katymolf people, so Hermione's action was not detected.

"When you arrived at the Ministry today, we found a wand from you, katymorf," Umbridge said. "Eight and three quarters of an inch, cherry wood, with a unicorn hair inside. Is that right? "

Mrs. ketmore nodded and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "Can you tell us which Wizard you took this wand from?"

"Seize Won? " "I didn't take it from anyone," sobbed Mrs. ketmore Take it. I bought this wand when I was 11. It It It chose me. " She cried more than before.

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