days at Hogwarts

Chapter 246 Hermione’s Journey to the Ministry of Magic ([-])

"Because you are Albus Dumbledore, and I wouldn't do this to anyone else!" Mad-Eye Moody said angrily, "Come on, come this way."

Moody walked in front, talking constantly about the dark wizards who tried to break into his yard, and the many people who had ill intentions towards him.Dumbledore occasionally asked the reasons for his judgments.

Hermione followed Dumbledore and Moody quietly, looking at everything in the Ministry of Magic.

As she passed the fountain, Hermione saw many sparkling silver Sickles and Copper Nuts at the bottom of the pool. Next to it was a stained little sign that read:

All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

Hermione couldn't help but take a few more glances, including those golden statues.Their postures were very interesting. Centaurs, goblins, and house elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration.

A centaur would never make such a gesture... Hermione looked back on the several brief encounters with centaurs, and her face became increasingly weird, wondering whether the wizards at the Ministry of Magic were a little too narcissistic.

"This is a trouble left by the first Wizarding Council. The then Speaker Elfrida Cragg advocated defining all creatures that can speak human languages ​​as "humans" and the rest as "beasts". Therefore, mermaids excluded. "

As if seeing Hermione's doubts, Dumbledore explained, "There were a lot of problems caused by this. Trolls and martens who could speak some human languages ​​were classified as human beings, and the council that invited them to attend made trouble. A lot of trouble.”

For seconds, the walls spun rapidly, blue flames blurring around them like neon tubes.Then it stopped suddenly for a moment.

"Crocker is on vacation and Bode is handling things upstairs. No one will disturb us." Arthur said in a relaxed tone.

"For a long time, other creatures were reluctant to attend the council, and eventually the fountain statue was left."

Everything here, including the ceiling and floor, is black; twelve identical black doors with no markings or handles are embedded in the surrounding black walls, spaced apart from each other.

Everyone who saw Moody approaching looked fearfully away from the blue eyes that kept turning, as if they were afraid of being stared at by him.Using Moody's power, Dumbledore and Hermione skipped the process of registering their wands.

"Okay." Hermione forced a smile, turned back a little cautiously, and carefully observed the hummingbird in the crystal cover that kept breaking its shell and flying around, and then turned into a small egg.

Hermione's heart was in turmoil.

Looking back, Hermione asked weakly: "Mr. Weasley, what are we going to do now?"

Moody pushed open the black door, and a beautiful, beating light shining like a diamond shone on everyone's faces.

"Oh, maybe it's possible, but based on what I know about Dumbledore, it's unlikely... In Muggle terms, probability - no, this should be statistics." Mr. Weasley He muttered with an eager tone, looking like he wanted to discuss this aspect with Hermione.

Moody took over the topic with a rough voice: "To be honest, I think you are worrying too much, Albus. There can be no problem in the Hall of Prophecy. Even if he is really resurrected, he would not dare to come to the Ministry of Magic."

It looked exactly like the basement corridors of Hogwarts: rough stone walls, torches on brackets.There were many heavy wooden doors in the corridor with iron latches and keyholes.

Arthur replied: "There happens to be one! Willy Widdershin, that guy turned an ordinary toilet into a biting monster, and a poor Muggle's butt was bitten into seven pieces."

What is the mysterious thing... Just as Hermione was thinking about this question subconsciously, the elevator door opened with a crash, and she was led out of the elevator for unknown reasons.

"Trial Room...Third...Fourth..." Mr. Weasley looked at the sign on the door, "Although I don't know why Dumbledore specifically asked you to observe this trial, he must have his reasons for doing so. reason."

Visible but not tangible, they paused in front of the closet for a while before Arthur took Hermione away.

A closet with a glass front door. The wall where the closet is located is covered with all kinds of hourglasses. The quicksand inside is crystal clear and sparkling.The light from the hourglass flows, causing the transparent part in the cabinet to seem to be slightly distorted, and the magical image reveals a trace of the magic of time.

Moody's eyes suddenly changed, no longer showing contempt for the child, but with some appreciation: "You must learn all the lessons, good girl, no wonder Dumbledore brought you here."

"Good morning, Mr. Weasley." Hermione greeted politely.

What is the Hall of Prophecy?

resurrection?Was he referring to Voldemort?

Didn't we come to the Ministry of Magic to investigate Lauren's affairs?

A series of doubts arose in Hermione's heart, but in an unfamiliar environment and in front of strangers, she chose to remain silent.

Dumbledore smiled: "Good morning, Arthur."

Hermione was stunned: "I specifically asked, didn't we just happen to catch up?"

Moody's rough voice echoed in the room, breaking the heavy atmosphere that had settled for a long time: "Ha, boring tricks, this has been the same for so many years."

"Yes, I won't introduce it. Professor McGonagall will explain it to you in detail next semester."

With a clanking and clicking sound, an elevator fell in front of them. Arthur led them in: "The elevator is here, let's talk as we go."

Some candles with blue flames are dotted on the wall. The cold, flickering candlelight is reflected on the bright marble floor. It is shiny and watery, making people feel that the feet are as dark as the abyss. water surface.

Arthur closed the door through which they entered.

Seeing this scene, Arthur laughed cheerfully: "Thanks to Alastor, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy."

"Ninth floor, Department of Mysteries."

The entire room is filled with clocks, ranging in size from grandfather clocks to travel clocks, hanging between bookshelves or standing on tables as long as the entire room.Because of this, a rapid, never-ending ticking sound filled the room, like the sound of thousands of tiny footsteps marching in order.

Moody and Arthur seemed to have seen it many times and showed no signs of surprise.Hermione was attracted by this magical scene and couldn't help but slow down.

She originally thought that the possible solution was to adjust the class time, but it turned out that her thinking was still not magical enough...

The diamond-like bright jumping light came from a towering bell-shaped crystal glass dome at the end of the room.The bell-shaped crystal glass dome, taller than Hermione, stood on a table and seemed to be filled with a swirling, sparkling air.

He limped forward, along the wall, the others following closely behind.

Moody turned around, glanced at Hermione, and looked at Dumbledore: "Did you bring this little girl in too? Hehe! I'm afraid she will be scared to tears by the things inside."

Hermione was even more confused.

<divclass="contentadv">"Come on, let me show you something." Moody opened the pure black door, and they entered the circular black room together.

"The relationship between the centaurs and the mermaids is very good. They are allies of mutual aid. The centaurs believed that this was discrimination against the mermaids, so they withdrew from Parliament. It was not until 1811 that Minister Grogan Stump redefined "people" , so that the mermaids meet the conditions, but they voluntarily give up the opportunity to become humans because they are unwilling to be separated with dark creatures such as hags and vampires. "

Hermione realized that the time turner should be the thing to solve the time conflict of next semester's courses.

I didn't take the elevator to the trial room. I left the Department of Mysteries, turned to the right, entered the stairs through a gap, and followed the stairs down to a corridor.

Dumbledore laughed in agreement.

Dumbledore looked at the statue and pondered for a moment, then said with regret: "I often feel that such a statue is very rude, but I can't convince the people at the Ministry of Magic to change it. Maybe you guys in the future will have a way."

Some of them were holding a pile of crumbling parchment in their arms, some were carrying tattered briefcases, and some were reading the Daily Prophet as they walked.With the dead look on their faces that characterizes work on a holiday morning, they strode towards the row of golden doors at the end of the foyer.

"The Hall of Brains, the Hall of Death, locked..." Moody scolded and stopped in front of a door, "Ha! This is it, the Hall of Time!"

In the dim blue firelight, Hermione saw Dumbledore smiling gently at her.

"You know, I don't really trust people in the Ministry of Magic now." Dumbledore teased, "Well, worry... There is a strange feeling when this word comes from your mouth, Alastor."

A familiar, red-haired figure stood in front, spotting them before they even got close, and Mr. Arthur Weasley greeted them from a distance.He waved his hands, wanting to call Dumbledore's name but realizing he couldn't, and smiled awkwardly.

"My suspicions are all well-founded!"

Hermione felt that Dumbledore's words were a bit strange, but she couldn't find anything strange about them.

Led by Moody's limping, they came to this pure black door.

After passing through the gate, we came to a smaller hall. More than twenty elevators moved up and down in the wall, and the sound of the golden fence door opening and closing kept ringing.

This is an empty corridor, different from the corridors upstairs. There is no one, no door or window, but there is a simple black door at the end of the corridor.

Due to her unfamiliarity with Mr. Weasley, Hermione couldn't fully focus on realizing the time.When she was sure that she had clearly seen every process of hummingbird's transformation, she immediately turned back and said quickly: "Mr. Weasley, I'm done."

Moody said fiercely: "This guy is a habitual anti-Muggle criminal. This time he just happened to be sent to Azkaban!"

She thought that today's trip was purely about Loren, but now that she thought about it, it was not the case at all.Dumbledore's other goal was the Prophecy Hall related to Voldemort. He brought himself there and planned to let himself listen to a court trial.

Originally there were still people in the elevator, but when they saw Moody coming in, they all ran away quickly and went to the side to wait for the next elevator.

Hermione nodded drowsily, and was left with Mr. Weasley to watch Dumbledore and Mad-Eye enter the only door at the back.

Arthur did not struggle with this matter and smiled: "Then come and see the time turner. You will use it often next semester."

Dumbledore patted Hermione on the shoulder: "It's an interesting and meaningful case. If you miss it, you will definitely regret it."

The fence door slammed shut, the elevator slowly descended, the chain rattled, and the cold female voice in the phone booth sounded again.

Hermione tilted her head cautiously and saw Moody curl his lips.

Inside the cover, a small, jewel-like object floated up and down.Like an egg, when it was lifted up by the airflow in the glass cover, it cracked open, and a hummingbird emerged and rose straight to the top of the glass cover.But as the air flow fell, the bird's feathers were soiled and wet again until it landed at the bottom of the glass cover and was shut in the egg again.This time process is repeated inside the hood.

Hermione's eyes sparkled: "These are time turners?"

"Don't be fooled by him. We are going to pass through the Hall of Time and enter the Hall of Prophecy. There is nothing to be afraid of." Dumbledore then looked at Moody, "She will use the time turner next year, and it will be good for her to understand the power of time in advance. "

Moody nodded and said nothing, his eyes still scanning.

After hearing the second half of the sentence, Moody, who had been observing his surroundings vigilantly, suddenly turned around and looked at the two of them strangely.

Continuing forward, hundreds of Ministry of Magic staff were walking through the halls.

With Arthur and Moody in front, Dumbledore and Hermione following behind, the group walked slowly along the corridor.

The scene in front of her made Hermione feel a little scared. Fortunately, Dumbledore took her hand, and the rough and thick warmth was reassuring.

"The power of time is always eye-catching." Dumbledore stopped and said, "Arthur, take Hermione here for a visit. Aratos and I will go to the Prophecy Hall. If we delay too long, you You can take Hermione down there to watch the Ministry of Magic trial. By the way, are there any interesting cases today?"

Is there anything scary inside... Hermione looked at Dumbledore.

Arthur replied slowly: "Look carefully at the scene in the crystal dome. Dumbledore is right. It will be of great help to you to fully understand the power of time."

"Good morning! Hermione, Alastor, and-" Mr. Weasley lowered his voice and whispered, "Principal Dumbledore, this outfit is really nice. If it weren't for Alastor, I wouldn't even recognize him. Come out you."

With a loud rumble, the circular wall rotated. Hermione held Dumbledore's hand tightly, feeling a little afraid that the floor would also move.

Question after question bubbled up like bubbles from a kettle, bubbling in Hermione's head.

They stopped in front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock. Mr. Weasley whispered to Hermione: "Don't make any noise after entering. You must know that many important cases are not allowed to be attended. Well this one isn’t.”

Hermione nodded and followed Arthur into the seventh courtroom.