Although Professor Snape had a lot on his mind, he still nodded politely in response.
"Thank you for training Allen. His knowledge of potions is very rich." Mr. Harris thanked him sincerely.
"This is all due to his own hard work." Professor Snape replied simply. He had no desire to talk to Mr. Harris.
Mr. Harris smiled and politely led Allen to bid farewell to Professor Snape.
He successfully applied for the right to let Allen stay at home temporarily.
Mr. Harris could not help but smile warmly when he thought of his wife's excitement when she saw Allen.
Allen had an extremely happy night at home. Whether it was the warm hugs from his family or the delicious food prepared by Mrs. Harris, it all made Allen feel very warm.
Allen had an extremely peaceful night, but early the next morning, he was awakened by Mr. Harris knocking on the door.
"Wake up, Allen. We received an urgent notice from the Ministry. In order to avoid more complicated situations, we need to conduct a surprise investigation on Sirius and Peter the Dwarf."
Mr. Harris briefly explained the situation. There were dark circles under his eyes, and it seemed like he did not sleep at all.
"To avoid more complicated situations." Allen chewed on Mr. Harris' words as he quickly got dressed and washed up.
Mr. Harris brought Allen quickly to the Ministry of Magic. They did not go through the complicated guest passageway, but directly went through the staff passageway.
Allen did not ask any questions and quickly followed Mr. Harris into the Ministry of Magic. It seemed like Mr. Harris's position in the Ministry of Magic had greatly increased!
Allen followed Mr. Harris quickly through the empty hall and came to a smaller hall.
There were at least twenty elevators there, and they were blocked by exquisite golden gates.
After a series of clanking and clanking sounds, an elevator descended in front of them.
The golden gate slid open gently. Allen and Mr. Harris walked into the empty elevator.
"That's not a common sight. It's usually packed like sardines," Mr. Harris joked.
He didn't want Allen to be nervous. After all, they were going to the darkest courtroom in the entire Ministry of Magic.
The other trial rooms had already been booked, and this was the only empty room that could be used for the urgent trial of Sirius and Peter Pettigrew.
The elevator descended rapidly. Since there were only two passengers, they soon arrived at their destination.
"Department of Mystical Affairs." A cold female voice suddenly sounded. After that, she fell into silence.
The door of the lift opened with a clatter, revealing an extremely dark corridor in front of Allen. It was completely different from the corridors above that were brightly lit even though there was no one there.
The walls were empty. There were no doors or windows. There was only a simple black door at the end of the corridor.
Just when Allen thought that the door was the end of their journey, Mr. Harris grabbed his arm and pulled him to the left. There was an opening that led to a flight of stairs.
"Come down, come down. Be careful." Mr. Harris said as he took two steps down. "Even the elevator can't go down this deep … If it wasn't for the lack of other options, I would really …"
They went down the stairs and ran down a corridor. It was exactly the same as the corridors in Hogwarts that led to Snape's underground classroom: rough stone walls and torches on brackets. The doors they passed here were all heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes.
In front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock, Mr. Harris stopped.
"Courtroom Number Ten. Yes, this is it. Allen, are you ready? "Mr. Harris looked at his son worriedly.
Although he knew that Allen was excellent, in his eyes, Allen was just a child. In such a gloomy place, witnessing the game of politicians, watching the most serious trial, and perhaps the most horrible punishment, could he accept it?
Allen didn't know what Mr. Harris was worried about, but it didn't prevent him from feeling his father's care.
Allen's heart warmed. He gave Mr. Harris an extremely bright smile and nodded heavily.
With a loved one he needed to protect, he was fearless.
Mr. Harris patted Allen's shoulder, twisted the heavy iron handle on the door, and walked into the courtroom.
Rather than a courtroom, Allen felt that it was more like a dungeon.
The walls were made of dark stone, and the torches' light was dim and gloomy.
There was a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere in the room. There were no pictures on the wall, no decorations, only rows of benches, which were arranged in steps.
There was a chair in the middle of the room, which was particularly eye-catching. There were iron chains on the arms of the chair, one on the left and one on the right.
This chair was obviously prepared for the person being interrogated. The chair with chains could be clearly seen from all the seats.
When the heavy door closed behind Allen, an ominous silence enveloped the room.
"Well, it seems that we came too early. We're actually the first!" Mr. Harris shrugged.
"But this is also good. For a trial like this, it's always better to be early than late."
Mr. Harris explained. He felt that some of the unspoken rules of the magic world could be selectively revealed to his intelligent son.
Just when Allen was thinking about the deeper meaning of Mr. Harris' words, the heavy door opened again, and the sound of chaotic footsteps could be heard.
There were at least a hundred people, a dark mass, as if they had made an appointment long ago, and stepped into the courtroom.
Other than the Minister of Ministry of Magic, Connelly? Foggy, Mr. Crouch whom Allen had met the other day, was also among them.
Other than Aura, who was dressed in a black robe, there were also over fifty Magi who were dressed in purple-red robes with an intricate silver "W" embroidered on their left chest.
Among them, Allen saw a very familiar figure — Professor Dumbledore.
Allen remembered Professor Dumbledore's identity. Not only was he the principal of Hogwarts, but he was also the president of the International Union of Sorcerers and the chief sorcerer of Wissengammo.
It was only right that he was invited to attend such an important trial.
Professor Dumbledore also noticed Allen. His eyes flashed behind his crescent-shaped glasses, and he gave Allen a short but encouraging smile.
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