Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 297: Dungeon and courtroom

"The Department of Mysteries."

The female voice of the newspaper layer is still indifferent, and for some reason, she did not introduce more specific departments on this layer, as if there is no need for any introduction here.

Mr. Weasley and Harry were not in a hurry. They told the wizard named "Bord" who was standing at the elevator door to go out first, and then looked at each other.

Harry nodded silently to Mr. Weasley, a faint surprise in his eyes-I am afraid that even Maca could not have imagined that this mission would have such a good opportunity!

This corridor outside the elevator is completely different from the ones above. The black brick walls on both sides are empty. There are no doors, no windows, and nothing at all.

Harry moved a little over the shoulder of the "Mr. Bold" and glanced into the front corridor, only to find that there was a simple black door at the end.

Mr. Weasley and Harry followed behind each other, pretending to be walking forward naturally, and Harry felt his breathing become slightly faster.

Since luck gave him such a good opportunity, he certainly wouldn't want to miss it—Harry began to get nervous.

In the list that Maca asked him to memorize, there was this "Mr. Bold" name!

You can't go wrong, Broderick Bird, one of the staff of the Department of Mysteries. Mr. Weasley has already confirmed his identity, and he is ready to act.

But...

"Is the opponent a wizard loyal to the Ministry of Magic? Or, is already Voldemort's person? Will the opponent be wary of the surrounding situation? They will definitely be wary!"

Harry kept thinking, thinking as he walked, and he had already walked halfway through the corridor without knowing it.

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

Harry stared at the other person's thin back, took two quick steps under his feet, and put his hand into his sleeve at the same time, and he was about to throw something onto the other person's back.

But at this moment, Bode suddenly turned his head!

Harry was so frightened that his heart stopped. He put a hand in his sleeve, his complexion stiff.

"Arthur," Bodard said as he walked forward, staring at Harry, "this is?"

"Harry Potter, I think you know."

Mr. Weasley actually felt a little frightened just now, but compared to Harry, he who was a little out of the ordinary, seemed much more calm and steady at this moment.

"Oh—" Bode still stared at Harry without blinking, and said quietly, "Yes, of course it is."

Harry kept forcing himself to calm down in his heart, his hands still stretched out in his sleeves, but if they were pulled out right now, it would look very abrupt.

So, even though this movement was not natural, Harry continued to walk forward, keeping his sleeves up.

Bold hasn't stopped a step since just now, and he stared at Harry for a while, before turning his head to the front again.

"Call—"

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

There are three more steps...two steps...one step...

Bold stood in front of the black door at the end of the corridor, but didn't seem to have any plans to open it—he turned around again, and waited for Harry and Mr. Weasley to pass first.

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

The other person is watching, is this no chance? If you knew this, don't hesitate in the beginning!

Harry silently endured the regret in his heart, followed Mr. Weasley to the left and continued down.

"Such a great opportunity..."

Harry couldn't help but glanced back up the steps, and immediately his eyes lit up—Bold opened the door! He is going in!

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

Perhaps the action of taking out something and throwing it out has rehearsed the relationship countless times in my mind, or it is because I really don’t want to miss this moment of heaven-sent opportunity...

Harry pulled out his hand in his sleeve almost as a reflex, and threw a small object to the top of the steps with a flick of his hand.

A very small black shadow traversed an arc in the air, and the quasi-head fell extremely badly on the floor a foot away from Bode!

There was no sound, Bode did not respond, but he had walked into the door at this moment, and he was about to close the door...

At this moment, the inconspicuous black spot on the ground moved on its own, and at the last moment when the black door was about to close, it got into the crack of the door.

"Boom."

The black door is closed, is the task completed? It should be considered complete, right?

"Not bad." Mr. Weasley patted Harry on the shoulder, then urged again, "Don't be in a daze, next is the reason you are here this time, don't relax! Hmm...but Don’t be too nervous... Moderate, Moderate!"

Harry nodded hurriedly, glanced at the closed black door, and then followed Mr. Weasley to the lower level.

They went down to the bottom of the stairs and walked along a corridor, which is exactly the same as the corridors at Hogwarts leading to Snape’s underground classroom: rough and uneven stone walls with a torch inserted. Bracket, there is a gloomy atmosphere.

Harry discovered that the doors they were passing by were heavy wooden doors with strong iron latches and small keyholes.

"The tenth courtroom...I think we are almost there, that's right!"

In front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock hanging on it, Mr. Weasley stopped and looked at Harry who was following him.

"Go," he shook his head towards the door, "Go in!"

"Aren't you together?" Harry was taken aback for a moment.

"Oh, no, I'm afraid I can't..." Mr. Weasley shrugged helplessly, "Sorry... remember to answer the questions calmly and good luck!"

Harry feels that his heart is working hard today. How many times has it jumped into his throat?

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

The surrounding walls of the courtroom are made of black stones. Unlike the black bricks on the upper floor, the stones here look large and rough, and they are not reflective at all.

Those weird black stones seem to swallow the light, which makes the light of the torch appear dim and gloomy.

Harry walked a few steps inside and found himself on top of a stone platform.

On both sides of him, there are rows of stepped seats that rise one after another; and directly in front of him, on the tallest row of seats, there are many indistinct figures appearing.

They have been whispering since just now, and when the heavy door closed behind Harry, an ominous atmosphere enveloped.

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

"Have you received a notice to change the review time and location?"

"...Yes."

Harry didn't realize who was talking for a while, he looked around, and replied subconsciously.

There was another chest-straining silence, and Harry understood that the reason the other party made urgent changes was to give him a stab at him—this was Maca’s guess, but it was obviously reasonable.

"Sit down!" the cold male voice said suddenly.

Harry lowered his gaze and looked at the chair in the center of the stone platform. The armrest of the chair was a chain from the left to the right.

He tried to force himself to calm down, but the surrounding atmosphere and the inexplicable pressure on this stone platform made him breathless, which made him unable to remain calm at all.

Harry walked across the stone floor, and there was a loud and mixed echo.

He sat cautiously on the edge of the chair, the chain on the armrest clanging, the unknown aura was extremely dangerous, as if it contained special magic.

The chains seemed to just shake, and after all, they didn't tie him up.

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

"Has Maca ever sat on this?" Harry suddenly thought ~IndoMTL.com~With his strength and the accusation at the time, these terrible chains will definitely tie him up without hesitation. Right? It’s hard to imagine..."

He raised his head, and all he could see was fifty people. All of them wore fuchsia robes with a silver "w" embroidered on their left chest.

They all looked at him with lowered eyebrows, some with stern faces, some without concealing their curiosity-even Harry could see that they must have been divided into several factions.

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

On his left sits a sorceress with a square chin and a wide stature. She has short gray hair, wears a pair of highly reflective glasses, and has an eerie expression on her face.

And to his right was another witch, because she was sitting a little too far back, and her entire face was now shrouded in shadows, so Harry couldn't really see it.

"Okay," said the middle-aged wizard in the middle, "the defendant is here, let's start--"

While speaking, he shouted to the wizard in the farthest seat: "Are you ready?"

"Yes, sir." A familiar voice said urgently.

That's Ron's brother Percy Weasley!

He was sitting at the very edge of the front seat, and Harry looked at Percy, thinking he would at least show an expression of knowing himself, but there was no expression on his face.

Percy's pupils hidden behind the horny-frame glasses are falling intently on the parchment paper on the tabletop, and a quill pen is held in his hand, ready to write.

Harry remembered the conversation on the day he first arrived at Black House—Percy, it seems that he really betrayed everyone!