Chapter 279 The 10th Courtroom (Modified)

Although Professor Snape was preoccupied, he reluctantly nodded politely in response - at least by Snape's standards.

"Thank you for training Allen. His knowledge of potions is very rich." Owen Harris thanked him sincerely.

"It's all due to his own hard work." Professor Snape replied simply, he had no desire to talk to Owen Harris.

The keen Owen smiled and noticed the other party's state, and politely took Alan to say goodbye to Professor Snape-he successfully applied for the right to let Alan go home temporarily.

As long as Owen thinks of the excitement and excitement of his wife Morgan Le Fay after seeing Allen, a warm smile can't help but hang on the corner of his mouth.

Allen spent a happy night at home. Whether it was the warm hugs from his family or the sumptuous food prepared by his mother, Allen felt very warm.

But early the next morning, he was awakened by his father Owen's knock on the door.

"Wake up, Alan, I have received an urgent notice from the Ministry. In order to avoid more complicated situations, Sirius and Peter Pettigrew need to be interrogated in surprise."

Owen briefly introduced the situation. His eyes were black and blue, and he seemed to have not slept all night.

"In order to avoid more complicated situations." Allen chewed his father's words while dressing and washing with his hands and feet.

Owen took his son to the Ministry of Magic quickly, instead of going through the complicated guest passage, he walked directly into the staff passage.

Allen didn't ask any questions, and quickly followed his father into the Ministry of Magic. But judging from the expressions of other people around, it seems that his father's status in the ministry has really improved greatly!

Alan followed his father quickly through the empty hall to another smaller hall.

There were at least twenty elevators there, blocked by elaborate golden bars.

With the sound of Ding Ding Dang Dang and rattling, an elevator descended in front of them.

The golden gate slid open gently, and the Harris father and son stepped into the empty elevator.

"This scene is not common. It is usually crowded, like a can of sardines." Owen joked.

He didn't want Allen to be nervous, after all, the place he was going to go in a while was the most eerie courtroom in the entire Ministry of Magic.

The other courtrooms have already been booked, and only this one is free, which can be used for the urgent trial of the case of Sirius and Peter Pettigrew.

The elevator descended quickly, and since there were only two passengers, it reached its destination very quickly.

"Department of Mysteries." A cold female voice suddenly appeared, and fell silent after speaking.

The door of the elevator opened with a clatter, and what appeared in front of Allen was an extremely dark corridor, which was completely different from the brightly lit corridors above even if there was no one there.

The walls were bare, without doors or windows, except for a simple black door at the end of the corridor.

Just when Allen thought that the door was the end of the trip, Mr. Harris grabbed his arm and pulled him to the left, where there was a gap leading to a staircase.

"Come down, come down, be careful." Owen said, stepping down two steps in one step, "Even the elevator can't go down to such a deep place... If there is no other choice, I really..."

They descended the stairs and ran down a corridor that looked exactly like the ones at Hogwarts that led to Snape's dungeon: rough stone walls, torches on brackets. The doors they passed here were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes.

In front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock, Owen stopped in his tracks.

"The tenth courtroom, that's right, it's here. Alan, are you ready?" Owen glanced at his son worriedly.

Although he knew Alan's excellence, in his eyes, Alan was just a child after all. In such a gloomy place, witnessing the games of politicians and watching the most serious trial,

Perhaps there is the most terrifying punishment, can he accept it?

Alan didn't know what Owen was worried about, but it didn't prevent him from feeling his father's care.

Allen's heart warmed, he showed a bright smile at his father, and nodded heavily - he was even more fearless with the relatives he needed to protect.

Owen patted his son on the shoulder, twisted the heavy iron handle on the door, and walked into the courtroom.

Rather than a courtroom, Allen felt it was more like a dungeon.

The surrounding walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and gloomy.

There was a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere in the room. There were no portraits or decorations on the walls, only the dense rows of benches all around, arranged in steps.

A chair stands out in the center of the room. On the armrest of the chair is an iron chain on the left and right.

The chair was clearly intended for the interrogate, and the chained chair was clearly visible from all the seats.

An ominous silence fell as the heavy door closed behind Allen.

"Well, it seems that we came too early, and we were the first!" Owen shrugged.

"But that's fine. For such a deliberation, it's always more beneficial to arrive early than to be late." Owen explained to his son that he felt that some unspoken rules of the magic world could be selectively revealed to his clever son.

Just as Allen was thinking about the deep meaning of his father's words, the heavy door opened again, and the sound of chaotic footsteps came.

At least a hundred people walked into the courtroom as if they had made an appointment in the dark.

In addition to Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, Mr. Crouch, whom Allen had met that day, was also among them.

Apart from the Aurors in black robes, more than fifty wizards in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on the left front chest rushed in.

In it, Allen saw a familiar figure—Principal Albus Dumbledore.

Allen remembered Dumbledore's identity. He was not only the principal of Hogwarts, but also the chairman of the International Federation of Magicians and the chief wizard of the Wizengamot.

In such an important court trial, it is also due for him to be invited to attend.

Headmaster Dumbledore apparently spotted Alan too, his eyes flickered behind the crescent-shaped lenses, and he gave Ail a brief but encouraging smile—for Dumbledore Alan No matter what other purpose there was behind this time, it was still a big favor for him and the Order of the Phoenix he founded.

Fudge nodded to Harris and his son, and Crouch beside him had cold eyes and expressionless face.