Vol 2 Chapter 806: Hearing (2)

"Good morning, Weasley," Kingsley greeted cautiously as they approached. "Do you have a second? I have something to tell you."
"Yes, if it's really a second," Mr. Weasley said, "I'm a little busy now." They were talking, but it seemed difficult to communicate, and when Harry wanted to say hello to Kensley At that moment, Mr. Weasley stepped on Harry's foot. They followed Kingsley in until they reached the innermost single room.
What surprised Harry was that there were so many photos here, which looked like a reference room, and even Harry found photos of Sirius in the corner.
"Here," Kingsley said roughly to Mr. Weasley, and stuffed a bundle of parchment into Mr. Weasley's hands.
"In the past twelve months, I have collected as much information about Muggle flight engines as possible. We have received reports that Black is still using his old motorcycle."
Kingsley blinked at Harry a few times, then added in a low voice, "Give him that magazine, and he will find it interesting."
Then he said in a normal tone: "Don't delay too long, Weasley, the delay in the ham report made us investigate for a month."
"If you read my report, you should know that the thing is a firearm," Mr. Weasley said coldly, "and I'm afraid you must continue to wait for the motorcycle news. We are very busy at the moment."
He lowered his voice and said, "If you can leave before seven o'clock, Molly made meatballs."
This looks like a secret agent’s deal. Although Harry doesn’t know what it means for Sirius’s photo to appear in the corner of the Auror’s office, interestingly, the Ministry of Magic will embarrass him for an unrelated Muggle item Sirius?
or……
That motorcycle belongs to Hagrid...
He led Harry out of Kingsley's single room, passed through the second oak door into another unit, turned left, passed through the next corridor, and then turned right into a dimly lit, obviously dilapidated corridor. Finally they reached a dead end. On their left there was a slightly open door, which was an open broom cabinet, and on the right door was a nasty tarnished brass sign that said: No Use Muggle Goods Office appropriately.
Mr. Weasley's sloppy office looked a little smaller than the broom cabinet opposite. Two desks were crowded inside, and a cabinet filled with things was placed against the wall. The space in between was just enough for them to pass through. The top of each cabinet was filled with a large number of documents. In the small space left on the wall, there are several things that fascinate Mr. Weasley: a few pictures of cars, including an engine that has been disassembled, and two cuts from Muggle kids’ books. A diagram of the mailbox that came down; and a diagram showing how to wrap the socket.
On the desk opposite Mr. Weasley was a picture of an old alcoholic, belching gloomily, and playing with a pair of empty leather gloves on his thumb. Next to the plate was a photo of the Weasley family.
Harry noticed that Percy seemed to have walked away from inside.
"We have no windows here," Mr. Weasley said apologetically. He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of the chair. "We have applied, but they don't seem to think we need a window here, Harry, look no further, Perkins hasn't come yet."
Harry was squeezing into the chair behind Perkins' desk as Mr. Weasley was reading the parchment that Kingsley had just handed him.
"Ha," Weasley smiled slightly after picking up something from a magazine called Picky. "Yes, he's right, I'm sure Sirius will find this interesting--oh, Honey, what time is it?"
An internal email just flew in through the open door and landed on the photo of the hiccuping alcoholic. Mr. Weasley opened the letter and read it aloud.
"Bissner Green reports the third public restroom returning. This is really absurd."
"A returning bathroom?"
"A joke made by the anti-Muggle," Mr. Weasley said with a frown. "We dealt with two last week, one in Wimbledon and one in Elephant Castle. The Muggles were about to flush. Everything has disappeared—yes, you can imagine. These incidents continue to appear—I think they should be called plumbers—you know, those who specialize in repairing pipes."
"Plumber?"
"Correct, yes, of course they will be embarrassed, just hope we can catch a few perpetrators."
"Will the Auror catch them?"
"Oh, no, these things are too trivial to disturb the Auror. It is under the jurisdiction of the General Magic Law Enforcement Patrol—ah, Harry, this is Perkins."
A hunched, shy-looking old wizard just walked into the room. He had a gray beard and was panting.
"Oh, Arthur!" he yelled desperately without seeing Harry. "Thank God, I don't know what the best way to do with this, or whether to wait for you. I just sent an owl to your family, but it's very Obviously you didn't receive it—an urgent letter came ten minutes ago—"
"I know, it's about the return toilet," Mr. Weasley said.
"No, no, it's about Potter's son hearing—they have changed the time and place—it's now at eight o'clock, in the old court No. 10 downstairs—"
"Ten downstairs... but they told me-Merlin's beard! Mr. Weasley looked at his watch, screamed and jumped out of his chair. "Quickly, Harry, we should be five minutes ago Go there! "
Perkins pressed his back to the cupboard so that Mr. Weasley could run out of the office, and Harry followed closely behind.
"Why did they change the time?" Harry asked breathlessly as they walked through the Auror single room. People turned their heads away and stared at them quickly passing by. Harry felt all his feelings still staying at Perkins' desk.
"I don't know, but thank God we came early enough. If you miss the hearing, the consequences will be disastrous!" Mr. Weasley braked sharply in front of an elevator and jabbed the down button restlessly. .
"Come on!" The elevator clicked into view, and they quickly ran in. Every time the elevator stopped, Mr. Weasley cursed in irritation and slammed the buttons on the ninth floor with his fists.
"Those tribunals have not been used for many years," Mr. Weasley said angrily, "I can't think of why they hold hearings there—unless—but not—"
At this moment, a fat witch walked into the elevator with a smoking goblet. Mr. Weasley did not look at her carefully.
"Middle hall," the cold female voice said, and then the golden lattice door opened, and Harry glanced far away at the fountain with golden statues. The fat witch walked out, and at the same time a vegetable-skinned wizard came in sadly.
"Good morning, Arthur," he said in a deadly tone when the elevator started to descend, "I don't often see you coming down here."
"Emergency, Bodie," Mr. Weasley said, his feet stomping anxiously and looking at Harry worriedly.
"Ah, yes," Poddy looked at Harry without blinking, "Of course."
Harry was barely in the mood for Bodie, and his staring without blinking would not make Harry feel more comfortable.
"Mystery department," the female voice said and the door opened. "Hurry up, Harry," Mr. Weasley said as the annoying elevator door opened.
They quickly ran across a corridor. This corridor looks completely different from the one above. The walls are bare, there are no windows or doors, only a black grassland picture at the end of the corridor.
Harry thought they were going to get out from here~EbookFREE.me~ but Mr. Weasley took his hand and dragged him to the left, where there was an open staircase.
"Go down from here, down from here" Mr. Weasley yelled out of breath, while rushing down in two steps.
"The elevator can't go down this far, why are they doing this here, I..."
They ran to the bottom of the stairs and ran along another corridor, which had many annoying similarities to Snape's dungeon in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
All have rough stone walls and torches protruding from the walls. Here they passed heavy wooden doors with iron bolts and keyholes.
"Trial Court No. 10, I think we are almost here... yes." Mr. Weasley slammed the brakes in front of a dirty black door with a big lock, he leaned against the wall exhausted, his hands tight Clutching his chest.
"Go in," he said breathlessly, and pointed to the door with his thumb.
"right here."
"No— won't you come in with me—?"
"No, no, I am not allowed to enter, but don’t worry, as I said before, you didn’t do anything wrong, but I have to remind you not to say extra words during the trial. This is good for you. Good thing, what they ask, you only need to answer truthfully, after all, we have nothing to fear... Good luck!"
Harry nodded, his chest heaving violently twice, as if trying to calm himself down and digest what others taught him by the way.
However, it seemed useless, at least Harry himself felt that way, when faced with this old door, no thoughts worked.
Harry felt his heart beating to his throat, his mouth was dry, he had trouble swallowing, turned the heavy iron doorknob and walked into the court.