v2 Chapter 887： Tenth courtroom

Ai Wen does not matter, even if he is expelled from Hogwarts for a while, it is nothing.

He can take a look at other places at this time, or go directly to Norway to find Sirius to solve the trouble of the vampire.

He really thought about this before, leaving Hogwarts for a while...

Anyway, he has nothing to do in Hogwarts that needs to be dealt with urgently. There is no need to say anything about the course. The fourth-grade course is too simple for his current level, without any difficulty or significance.

Regarding the altar of the devil under the kitchen, he has not studied it.

Considering the power of the demon seen in Dijon, before all the investigations were clear, he felt that it would be best not to summon the devil easily.

Ravenclaw’s treasure key and time converter are not too late to come back when the time is right.

After the war, Ivan did not intend to waste a precious year in dealing with the nasty Umbridge.

He is ready to find a chance to leave Hogwarts for a while, but there is no good reason.

Under the surveillance of Umbridge, Dumbledore could not give him a few months of vacation as he did last semester.

It is not a good idea to pretend to be sick, although there are many infectious diseases that can make Ai Wen isolated in his own home.

He also recently went to see the exchange program between schools, but the most basic condition for becoming an exchange student is to pass the ordinary wizard level test. Sirius does not agree with Ai Wen leaving the school at this time.

Ai Wen has not said to Dumbledore that he has not seen his shadow in the recent period, and he did not think about what to say.

With Evan’s understanding of Dumbledore, he certainly would not agree, and he did not have sufficient reasons.

Finally, I thought about it. He decided to use this time to help Hermione improve their strength. They also took the time to fully master the alchemy and other magic books of the Black family.

With Umbridge's ability to do things, it is only a matter of time before Dumbledore is forced to leave.

Then, find another opportunity to leave Hogwarts.

But unlike Ai Wen, Harry can't leave Hogwarts. It's not safe, and he has nowhere else to go.

So, can't let Fudge expel him...

Mr. Weasley ran wildly as they ran out, stopped at the elevator, and impatiently tapped the "down" button.

"Come on!" he said anxiously. "I really don't understand. I changed the time and place before the trial. I also used the tenth courtroom. Fortunately, we came so early. If you missed it, then you can The disaster is coming!"

The elevators appeared and they appeared in the elevator.

Every time the elevator stops, Mr. Weasley curses a few words in angrily, and uses his fist to hit the nine-layer button.

"The courtroom has not been used for many years!" Mr. Weasley said sullenly. "I really don't understand why they choose to be there. Those people are crazy. Why do you do that? Unless, no, no... ..."

At this time, a fat witch walked into the elevator with a smoky tall glass.

Mr. Weasley did not have the heart to ask for it, and kept pushing her faster.

"The main hall." The cold woman voice said, the golden fence door slipped open.

The fat witch went out, and a sorcerer with a dish of vegetables came in with a sorrow.

"Good morning, Arthur!" When the elevator began to fall, he said in a melancholy voice, "I don't see you coming down recently?"

"I am in a hurry, Bode." Mr. Weasley said, squinting at his toes, and from time to time looked at Evan and Harry with anxious eyes, holding his fists tightly and anxiously.

Evan and Harry did not pay attention to Bode. He looked at two people curiously and finally set his sights on Harry.

"Mystery Division." The cold woman’s voice was silent after she finished speaking.

"Come on, Avon, Harry." The door of the elevator opened open, and Mr. Weasley urged.

They ran across a corridor that was completely different from the corridors above. The walls were empty, with no doors or windows, but at the end of the corridor there was a simple black door.

Mr. Weasley grabbed their arms and pulled them to the left, where there was a gap leading to a ladder.

"Go down, come down!" Mr. Weasley said, panting, stepping on two steps. "Avon should have been here before going to Azkaban. Even the elevators are not so deep, they Why are you coming here, I am..."

"Azkaban?!" Harry slammed it, as if someone gave him a punch.

He wants to know what is going on here, but no one has explained it to him.

They descended down the steps and ran along a corridor that was exactly the same as Hogwarts' corridor leading to Snape's underground classroom: a rough stone wall with a torch on the bracket.

The doors they pass through here are heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes.

"Call, call, the tenth courtroom, I think, we are almost there, yes, it is here."

In front of a sinister black door with a big iron lock, Mr. Weasley stumbled and stopped.

He leaned against the wall exhausted, clutching his chest and panting.

"Let's go!" he gasped and said, pointing the door with his thumb. "You two go in, they put the two things together and judged. It is true. This is one thing, you are careful. Something."

"You, you are not with us..." Harry asked.

"Oh, no. I can't go in, I wish you good luck!" said Mr. Weasley.

"Come on, Harry, there is nothing that can't be reached, we are not guilty," Avon said.

He screwed the heavy iron handle on the door and pulled Harry into the courtroom.

Ai Wen’s eyes looked around and there was no accident. The battle was really big.

Behind him, Harry apparently took a breath of air and couldn't control himself.

The deep dark room he walked in was too familiar to him, and he was frightened.

He has not only seen it before, but he has also been here.

This is where he and Ivan have seen in the meditation basin of Dumbledore, where he witnessed the Lestrange couple being sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, and the madman Batty K. Rauch is also being tried here...

The walls around it were made of black and black stones, and the light of the torch was dark and gloomy.

On both sides of them are rows of empty benches that are gradually rising. On the top benches in front, there are many black silhouettes. These people seem to look at them indifferently, which is particularly terrible.

They have been whispering just now, and when the heavy door was closed behind Harry, an ominous silence shrouded.