The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

They continued to follow the locket and walked up a dusty staircase, creaking when they stepped on it, as if they were about to fall apart immediately.

There was a door open, and the locket was guiding them over, and they heard movement behind the door: a low moan, followed by a whimper when the cat felt satisfied, both deep and loud.

When they walked in, they saw a luxurious four-poster bed. The curtains around the bed were covered with dust. Mount Crucker was lying on the bed. When they saw them, they whimpered loudly, expressing satisfaction.

"Crook Hill! Why are you here?" Hermione shouted in surprise.

And at this moment, a black shadow broke out of the window and ran out.

"Don't worry!" Professor Dumbledore calmly stopped the few people who wanted to go over and take a look, led them downstairs again, and then violently broke the door of the screaming shed.

Professor Snape was holding a magic wand in his forehand and confronted a man, who was dirty and tangled with his hair hanging down to his elbow.

If the eyes hidden in the deep and dark sockets do not shine, he may be regarded as a corpse.

The waxy skin was pressed against the skeleton on his face, looking like a skull. At this moment, he was grinning with yellow teeth. It was Sirius Black!

Harry's heart was full of hatred, so there was no place for fear to stay.

For the first time in his life, he longed for the wand to return to his hands, not to defend himself, but to attack, to kill people.

He rushed forward separately, not knowing what he was going to do, but he had sudden movements on both sides, grabbed him with both hands and dragged him back. "No! Harry!" Hermione was scared.

Whispering to him.

Harry spat, trying to break away from Rolf and Hermione's hands, but how could his small body escape from Rolf's hands?

"You murderer! In order to get the dwarf Peter, you can kill so many Muggles without caring!

What's the point when Azkaban goes crazy?" Harry seemed extremely angry, but under Rolf, he couldn't do anything.

"Harry! Listen to him! Calm down!" Rolf patted him on the back, hoping that he could calm his excitement.

"He killed my mom and dad!" Harry yelled, trying to break free again, but it was still useless.

Harry looked at him, a blue-black scar appeared around Black's left eye, his nose was bleeding, as if Snape had a black punch?

Black stared at Harry with his deep eyes, and said hoarsely: "I don't deny this," he said calmly, "but if you know the whole story..."

"All inside story?" Harry repeated, with a fierce thrust in his ears. "You betray them to Voldemort, that's all inside story I have to know!"

A day later, a group of people came to the front of the magic department, some were the little wizards in uniforms, some were serious professors, and several Dharma bodies in Wisengamo uniforms surrounded them.

Interestingly, a petrified statue was floating behind them, as if a child was holding a balloon in the playground.

Rolf and the others were standing in a long, magnificent hall, with dark wooden floors that were polished with bright light.

The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

The walls on all sides are decorated with dark black and shiny wooden boards, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden boards.

Every few seconds, with a slight sound of puff, a wizard suddenly popped out of a fireplace on the left.

On the right, there were several people queuing in front of each fireplace, as if waiting to leave.

There is a fountain in the middle of the foyer, and a group of pure gold statues stand in the middle of a circular pool, which is larger than a real person.

It was a statue of two male wizards, the highest of which was a noble male witch, holding her wand and pointing straight to the sky.

He was showing a look of being the only one in the world, which made Rolf very disdainful after seeing it.

Around him was a beautiful witch, a horseman, a goblin and a house elves. They all looked up at the two wizards in infinite admiration.

Shining columns of water spurted out from the top of the wizard's wand, from the arrows of the horseman, from the tip of the fairy's hat, from the two ears of the house-raising elf.

There were ding dong ding dong, rushing water, thudding sounds of phantoms and slapping sounds, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of male and female witches.

But they all had the lifeless expressions of office workers on their faces, and they strided towards a row of golden doors at the other end of the hall.

"Let's go here," said Professor Dumbledore.

When passing the fountain, Bud saw many glittering silver sicko and bronze nat under the pool, and a small stained sign next to it said:

All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital.

Rolf complained in his heart: Why do the magic world still believe in making wishes?

They left the abortion of the Ministry of Magic staff who were heading towards the golden gate and stood by a table on the left.

There was a sign on the table saying "Safety Check" and sat a wizard wearing a peacock blue robe and a very shaved beard.

As they approached, he raised his head and put down the "Prophet Daily" in his hand. His originally impatient expression quickly became enthusiastic when he saw the person coming.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, I'm glad to meet you, Professor Dumbledore." The wizard said happily after seeing Professor Dumbledore.

"We'll attend this Wiesengamor Court," said Professor Dumbledore.

"Come here." The wizard said, guiding everyone to line up on the other side.

Rolf and the others walked up to him one by one, and saw the wizard lifting a long golden rod, as thin as a car's antenna, very resilient. He used it to go from top to the front and backs of several people.

Scan the next one.

But when it was Peter's turn, the wizard seemed to be embarrassed and said, "Professor, is this..."

Dumbledore had to lift Peter's petrification curse. Anyway, he might not be able to escape from the Ministry of Magic's lair.

Peter, who had recovered his ability to move, did not struggle as Rolf had expected, but was quietly undergoing examination, as if he was under control of the Soul-Snatching Curse?

After they all checked their wands, they walked towards the elevator. With the sound of Ting Dingdang, a clatter of sound, an elevator landed in front of them.

A hearing on Sirius' jailbreak will be held in the Judgment Hall on the tenth floor of the underground Ministry of Magic.

Wisengamor is the supreme court of the British wizarding world, consisting of about fifty members, and its supreme commander is called the chief wizor of Wisengamor.

This time, the chief wizard of Wiesengamor happened to be the role of Professor Dumbledore, and almost everyone knows this.

It is precisely because of this that Wiesengamor is also the most authoritative wizard court in the world. After all, no matter how strict the law is, it requires strong force to be enforced.

Dumbledore happens to be the most powerful wizard in the present day.