Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"The Department of Mysteries."

The female voice of the newspaper layer is still as indifferent as before, and for some reason, she did not give more introduction to the specific departments of 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 "Bald" who was standing at the elevator door to go out first, and then they looked at each other.

Harry silently nodded 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!

The corridor outside the elevator is completely different from the ones above. The black brick walls on both sides are empty, without doors or windows, and nothing.

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 move forward naturally, and Harry felt his breathing become slightly quicker.

Now that luck had given him such a good opportunity, he certainly wouldn't want to miss it—Harry became 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? Surely they will be wary!"

Harry kept thinking, thinking as he walked, and he had already walked half of the corridor before he knew 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 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, his face turned stiff with one hand in his sleeve.

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

"Harry Potter, I think you know it."

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 now.

"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, they would look very abrupt.

So, even though the action was not natural, Harry kept walking forward with his sleeves.

Bode hadn'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 breathed a sigh of relief silently, 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.

At the end of the corridor, on the left hand side, there is a gap, 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 first!

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

"Such a good opportunity..."

Harry couldn't help but glanced back at the top of the steps, and immediately his eyes lit up-Bodder opened the door!He is going in!

Although he can only see half of his body because of the steps, what he wants to throw over is not something that needs to be thrown very accurately.

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

Harry almost reflexively pulled out the hand in his sleeve, and threw a small object up the steps with a flick of his hand.

A very small dark shadow drew 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 already walked into the door at this moment, and was about to close the door...

At this moment, the unremarkable 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 your reason for coming this time, don't relax! Um...but don't be too much. Nervous... Moderate, Moderate!"

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

They descended to the bottom of the stairs and walked along a corridor, which was exactly the same as the corridors at Hogwarts that led to Snape's underground classroom: rough, uneven stone walls with a torch bracket inserted, There is also a gloomy atmosphere.

Harry found that the doors they passed by were heavy wooden doors with solid 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, Mr. Weasley stopped and looked at Harry who was following him.

"Go," he said, shaking his head toward 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 felt that his heart was working hard today. How many times did it hit 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 huge 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 that he had reached 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 suddenly appearing.

They had 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 moment, so he looked around and replied subconsciously.

There was another painful silence, and Harry understood that the reason the other party had made urgent changes was to give him a stab at him-it was Maca's guess, but it was obviously reasonable.

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

Harry lowered his eyes and looked at the chair in the center of the stone platform. The armrest of the chair was chained 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 ground, and there was a loud and mixed echo.

He sat on the edge of the chair cautiously, 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 it?" Harry thought suddenly, "With his strength and the accusation at the time, these terrible chains will definitely tie him up without hesitation? It's unimaginable... …"

When he raised his head, all he could see was about 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, and 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 whom Harry didn't know.The man had long hair that was combed back and a goatee, and looked extremely serious.

To his left sits a witch with a square chin and a wide stature. She has short gray hair, and wears a pair of highly reflective glasses with a creepy 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 in the shadows, making Harry completely blind.

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

As he said, 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-framed glasses were falling intently on the parchment on the tabletop, and a quill was held in his hand, ready to write.

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