Chapter 297: Dungeon and courtroom

"Mystery Division."
The female voice of the newspaper layer is still indifferent, and for some reason, she did not give more introductions to the specific departments of this layer, as if there is no need for any introduction here.
Neither Mr. Weasley nor Harry was in a hurry, they let the wizard named "Bode" standing at the elevator door first go out, and then looked at each other.
Harry nodded silently to Mr. Weasley, with a faint flash of 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 those above. The black brick walls on both sides are empty, there are no doors or windows, nothing.
Harry crossed the shoulder of the "Mr. Boyd" slightly and glanced at the front hallway, only to find a simple black door at the end.
Mr. Weasley and Harry followed each other, pretending to move forward naturally, and Harry felt his breath become slightly quicker.
Since luck gave him such a good opportunity, he certainly didn't want to miss it-Harry was nervous.
In the list that Maca asked him to memorize, there was the name of this "Mr. Bode"!
Nothing wrong, Broderick Bird, one of the staff members of the Department of Mystery Affairs. Mr. Weasley had confirmed his identity and he was ready to act.
but……
"Is the opponent a loyal wizard? Or, is Voldemort already? Will he be vigilant about the surroundings? He must be vigilant!"
Harry kept thinking, thinking as he walked, unknowingly already half way through the corridor.
"No, as soon as possible, otherwise this opportunity will be missed!"
Harry stared dumbly at the thin back of his opponent. He walked two steps under his feet and stretched his hands into his sleeves. He was about to throw something on the other's back.
But at this moment, Bod turned around suddenly!
Harry was so frightened that his heart stopped and he put his hands in his sleeves, his face becoming extremely stiff.
"Arthur," Bod walked forward, staring at Harry, "is this?"
"Harry Potter, I think you know."
Mr. Weasley actually felt a little bit scared just now, but compared to Harry, who was a bit uncomfortable on weekdays, he seemed much more calm and stable at this moment.
"Oh-" Bod still stared at Harry without blinking, quietly, "Yes, of course."
Harry kept forcing himself to calm down in his heart, his hands still stuck in his sleeves, but if he pulled them out now, it would look very abrupt.
So, even though this movement was not natural, Harry kept moving forward with his sleeves moving.
Bod hasn't stopped since just now. He stared at Harry for a moment before turning his head back to the front.
"call--"
Harry breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, when he found that they had reached the end of the corridor, his heart was anxious again.
There are three more steps ... two steps ... one step ...
Bod stood in front of the black door at the end of the corridor, as if he had no intention of opening the door-he turned around again, waiting for Harry and Mr. Weasley to pass.
There is a gap on the left-hand side at the end of the corridor, where there is a step leading to a deeper level.
The other person is watching. Is this a chance? Know this already, don't hesitate at the beginning!
Harry silently endured his remorse, followed Mr. Weasley to the left, and continued down.
"So good opportunity ..."
Harry couldn't help but glance up at the steps, then his eyes flashed immediately—Bod opened the door! He's going in!
Although because of the steps, he can only see the other half of the body, but what he wants to throw away is not something that needs to be thrown very precisely, right?
Maybe the action of pulling out something and throwing it out has already rehearsed the relationship in my mind countless times, or maybe I really don't want to miss the opportunity given this day ...
Harry almost conditionedly pulled his hand out of his sleeve, and threw a small thing hard and threw it over the steps.
A very small dark shadow crossed an arc in mid-air, and the crosshair fell very poorly on the floor one foot away from Bode!
There was no noise, and Bod didn't respond, but he had already walked into the door at this moment, and he was about to close the door ...
At this moment, the humble black spot on the ground moved by itself, 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 mission completed? Should be considered complete?
"Not bad." Mr. Weasley patted Harry's shoulder lightly, and then urged again, "Don't be dazed, then is the reason for your visit this time, don't relax! Hmm ... but not too Nervous ... moderate, moderate! "
Harry nodded quickly, glanced at the closed black door again, and followed Mr. Weasley to the next level.
They descended down the stairs and walked down a corridor, exactly like the corridors of Hogwarts leading to Snape's underground classroom: rough rough walls with a torch bracket, There is also a gloomy atmosphere.
Harry found that the doors they were passing were heavy wooden doors with strong iron latches and small keyholes.
"The tenth court room ... I think we're almost there, yes!"
In front of a grim 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 frowned.
"Oh no, I'm afraid I can't ..." Mr. Weasley shrugged helplessly. "Sorry ... remember to answer the questions calmly, good luck!"
Harry felt that his heart was working hard today. How many times did he jump into his throat?
He swallowed hard, spit his face tightly, reached out his hand, twisted the heavy, cold iron handle on the door, and entered the court room stiffly.
The surrounding walls of the courtroom are made of black and black stones. Unlike the upper black bricks, the stones here are large and rough, and they are not reflective at all.
Those weird black stones seemed to devour the light, which made the torch's light more dim and gloomy.
Harry walked a few steps inside and found himself on a stone platform.
On both sides of him are rows of step-by-step step-by-step seats; and in front of him, on the highest row of seats, there are many indistinct figures.
They had been whispering from just now, and when the heavy door closed behind Harry, an ominous atmosphere shrouded.
Just as Harry was strangling, a cold man's voice echoed in the courtroom.
"Have you been notified to change the time and place of the review?"
"……Yes."
Harry didn't find anyone talking for a while, he looked around and answered subconsciously.
There was another dreadful silence, and Harry understood that the reason the other party made an emergency change was to give him a kick-off—it was Macka's guess, but it was obviously reasonable.
"Sit down!" Said the cold male voice again.
Harry lowered his eyes and looked at the chair in the center of the stone platform. There were left and right iron chains on the arm of the chair.
He tried to force himself to calm down, but the surrounding atmosphere and the inexplicable pressure on the stone platform made him breathless, which made him unable to stay calm at all.
Harry walked across the stone floor, making a loud, mixed echo.
He sat carefully beside the chair, and the chain on the armrests shuddered. The unknown breath was extremely dangerous, as if it contained special magic.
The chains seemed to just shake, and after all, he didn't tie him up.
But even so, Harry felt dizzy and sick. He looked up at the people sitting on the bench, feeling his vision narrowed.
"Have Maca ever sat on this?" Harry thought suddenly, EbookFREE.me ~ With his strength and the crimes at the time, these terrible chains would surely tie him up without hesitation ? It's hard to imagine ... "
He looked up, and all he could see was about fifty people. Those were wearing fuchsia robes with a silver "w" embroidered on their left chest.
They all stared down at him, some with stern faces, while others didn't hide their curiosity-even Harry could see that there must be several factions in those people.
In the middle of the front row of benches, there was a man Harry didn't know. The man had long hair brushed backwards and a goatee, and looked extremely serious.
On his left sits a witch with a square chin and a wide body. He has short gray hair and wears a pair of highly reflective glasses. The expression on his face is terrifying.
To the right of him was another witch, because she was sitting a little too far behind, and at this moment her entire face was shrouded in shadow, so that Harry could not see it at all.
"Okay," said the middle-aged male wizard, "the defendant is here, let's start--"
As he was talking, he shouted to the wizard in the seat next to him, "Are you ready?"
"Yes, sir," said a familiar Harry voice eagerly.
That's Ron's brother Percy Weasley!
He was sitting at the far side of the front seat at the moment, and Harry looked at Percy, thinking he would at least show the expression of knowing himself, but there was no expression on his face.
The pupils of Percy's pair of horn-rimmed glasses are falling on the parchment paper on the table, and a quill is held in the hand, ready to write.
Harry remembered the conversation the day he had just arrived at Black's old house—Percy seemed to betray everyone!