Hermione and Ginny couldn't be blamed. Both of them had been helping Elwyn to design a flying broom recently.
Elwyn was mainly responsible for the core components, and the main body of the broom was handed over to the two of them.
They were currently studying the broom handle, comparing it to the real thing and drawing many sketches. Hermione had almost flipped through all the books, and Ginny was also very talented in drawing. They were preparing to design a very thick, big, and black broom, which was very exhausting.
They had been studying it until very late last night, so it was reasonable that they hadn't woken up yet.
The door didn't seem to be locked. Anyway, no one else would go in at night.
If Elwyn came to look for Hermione at night, he usually wouldn't use the door …
He was thinking about whether he should go in and wake them up. He had never seen her lazing around in bed.
If Hermione didn't wake up, he could still tickle her. Elwyn knew which part of Hermione's body was the most sensitive.
Before he could do anything, he heard hurried footsteps coming from inside.
The snake-shaped doorknob turned, and the door opened. Hermione was standing there in pink pajamas with sleepy eyes.
She ran over barefoot, her hair was messy, and she was half-asleep.
Her loose pajamas were only buttoned in the middle, covering the important parts. Her pajama pants slid down slightly, revealing her white underwear …
She looked so cute and attractive that people couldn't help but want to kiss her.
"Good morning, Elwyn!" She rubbed her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Because she was too sleepy, her body was swaying slightly.
"Good morning, Hermione, we're leaving!" Elwyn said as he went forward to help her up.
"Don't be like this, Ginny is watching!" Hermione hurriedly pushed him away and said softly, "We'll be out in a minute."
The moment the door closed, Elwyn saw Hermione, whose face was slightly red, and Ginny, who was not far away, peeking at them.
She curled up into a small ball, half of her head buried in the quilt, revealing only her bright eyes.
Voices came from the room. Ginny seemed to be asking something, and Hermione was explaining.
Elwyn returned to the kitchen and discussed the news agency with Lupin for a while.
After five minutes, Harry, Ron, Fred, and George came down. The three of them had already changed.
Lady Weasley brought the food over and urged them to hurry up.
"Where will they try Elwyn and Harry?" said Fred, stuffing his bread into his mouth.
"I heard that the Ministry of Magic has a secret underground courtroom, and they use Dementors to guard it," said George.
"Fred, George, don't scare them!" said Lady Weasley unhappily. "There's no such thing as a secret courtroom."
"The trial and questioning of the two of you will take place on my floor, in Amelia Burns' office. She's the director of the Ministry of Magic's Legal Enforcement Department. She'll be the one to question you, "said Mr. Weasley, finishing his coffee.
"Amelia Burns is quite good," Tonks said sincerely. "Don't worry, Harry, she's fair and will hear you out."
"We met her before. Do you remember?" Elwyn said. "Not long after Peter Pettigrew was caught, they came to the school ward to investigate and award us with the Knight Merlin Medal."
Harry nodded, remembering the tall, amiable-looking witch standing next to Foggy at the time.
In addition to Foggy, Crouch, and Burns, there was also a woman.
He couldn't remember what she looked like, only that she was wearing a pink suit and looked like a big, pale toad.
"Now that there are a lot of people paying attention to this matter, Foggy won't do anything to the two of you. He can't explain why a Dementor went to Muggle," said Lupin gently. "He may make a fuss about something else. You have to be careful. Especially you, Harry. Don't lose your temper, be polite, and tell the truth. "
Harry nodded again, not knowing what to say. His mind was in a mess.
"The law will support you," said Lupin softly. Lupin said softly, "Even underage wizards should be allowed to use magic when their lives are in danger. As long as the facts are true, Foggy has no right to restrict the media's freedom of speech. "
Just then, Hermione and Ginny rushed down.
Hermione's hair was damp and much softer than it usually looked.
She had obviously tidied herself up carefully, which made her look different from usual.
After all, as long as Hermione took off the twenty or so thick books she always carried on her body and tidied her hair, she would become very beautiful and stunning.
Harry looked up at the two of them, a cold stream running down the back of his neck. For a moment, he thought that someone was casting an illusion spell on him, but then he realized that it was Lady Weasley who was combing his hair with a wet comb and pressing hard on the top of his head.
"Is there any chance that it'll come down?" she said in despair.
"I don't think so!" Harry shook his head. His hair was as messy as Hermione's.
After everyone finished breakfast, it was ten minutes to six o 'clock, and the group was ready to set off.
"How are we going to get there?" Ron asked. "Through the Skynet?"
"Ron, how many times do I have to tell you before you remember that this house is not connected to the Skynet?"
To keep it a secret, No. 12 Grimmauld Square was protected by many spells, and it was as safe as Hogwarts.
"I usually Phantom Shift into the Ministry," Mr. Weasley said. "But considering that Harry is on trial, we'd better go there by non-magical means today to leave a better impression."
Among them, only Hermione had not been to the Ministry of Magic. Elwyn walked behind her and told her about the Ministry of Magic.
Fred and George were discussing the plan to "visit" Percy's office later. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Mr. Weasley were talking about Muggle's transportation, because they were going to take the subway later.
Harry tried to tell them what he knew, but he did not know much.
The Dursleys had never taken him on the subway, but at least he knew how to buy a ticket from a vending machine.
They walked along the run-down street, and there was almost no one on the road.
But when they entered the shabby, unremarkable subway station, they found that it was already crowded with morning commuters.
Mr. Weasley could not restrain his interest, which was always the case when he found himself in close proximity to the Muggle, who were going about their daily business.
"It's incredible," he whispered, referring to the vending machines. "Is that what sells tickets automatically? It's amazing. What do they call it, a machine? "
"No, it's broken," said Harry, pointing to the sign.
"Really? What a pity," said Mr. Weasley, still looking at the machines with a fond smile.
It seemed that he was going to get one of them for research.
Mr. Weasley was very partial to Muggle objects, and he studied them from a very strange point of view.
He did not even know what kind of plugs were, but he could repair car engines with ease.
Elwyn also wanted to see if a restoration spell like "Restore to New" would work on the machines. Could magic repair scientifically made machines?
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