Elwyn didn't care. Even if he was temporarily expelled from Hogwarts, it wouldn't be a big deal.
He could take advantage of this time to look at other places, or go directly to Norway to find Sirius to solve the problem of the vampires.
He really thought about this matter some time ago. Leave Hogwarts for a while …
Anyway, he didn't have anything urgent to deal with in Hogwarts. Naturally, there was no need to talk about the curriculum. The fourth-year curriculum was too easy for him at his current level, there was no difficulty or meaning.
As for the demon altar under the kitchen, he hadn't studied it yet.
Considering the power of the demon he saw in Dijon, before everything was investigated, he felt that it was best not to summon the demon easily.
With the treasure key and time converter left by Ravenclaw, it wouldn't be too late to come back when the time was right.
With the war imminent, Elwyn didn't intend to waste a precious year dealing with the annoying Umrich.
He was going to find a chance to leave Hogwarts for a while, but there was no good reason.
Under Umrich's supervision, Dumbledore couldn't give him a few months off like last semester for no reason.
Pretending to be sick was also not a good idea, although there were many infectious diseases that could indeed cause Elwyn to be quarantined in his own home.
He had deliberately looked through the exchange program between schools not long ago, but to become an exchange student, the most basic condition was to pass the ordinary wizard level exam. Sirius also didn't approve of Elwyn leaving school at this time.
Elwyn hadn't told Dumbledore that he hadn't seen him for a while, and he hadn't thought of how to say it.
Based on Elwyn's understanding of Dumbledore, he definitely wouldn't agree, and he didn't have a good reason.
In the end, after much consideration, he decided to use this time to help Hermione and the others improve their strength. He also had to seize the time to master alchemy and the other magic books of the Blake family. When the time came, he would act according to the situation.
With Umrich's ability to cause trouble, it was only a matter of time before Dumbledore was forced to leave.
Then, he would find a chance to leave Hogwarts.
However, unlike Elwyn, Harry could not leave the Hogwarts. It was not safe, and he had nowhere else to go.
So, he couldn't let Foggy fire him …
Mr. Weasley dragged them along as he raced out, stopping at the lift and tapping the "down" button impatiently.
"Hurry up!" He said anxiously, "I really don't understand, changing the time and place so close to the trial, and still using the tenth courtroom. Fortunately, we came so early. If you miss it, it will be a disaster! "
The elevator clanked as it appeared, and they quickly entered the elevator.
Every time the elevator stopped, Mr. Weasley would curse angrily and hit the button for the ninth floor with his fist.
"That courtroom has not been used for many years!" Mr. Weasley said angrily, "I really don't understand why they chose to be there. Those people are crazy. Why would they do that? Unless, no, it can't be … "
At this moment, a plump witch walked into the elevator with a smoking goblet in her hand.
Mr. Weasley was not in the mood to ask questions, and kept urging her to hurry up.
"Main hall," the cold female voice said, and the golden gate slid open.
The fat witch walked out, and a sorcerer with a sickly complexion walked in with a frown.
"Good morning, Arthur!" He said in a low, melancholy voice as the elevator began to descend. "Haven't seen you come down lately?"
"I'm in a hurry, Bord." Mr. Weasley said, standing on his tiptoes anxiously and looking anxiously at Elwyn and Harry from time to time, his fists clenched tightly.
Elwyn and Harry ignored him. He looked at the two curiously, and finally his eyes fell on Harry.
"Department of Mystery Affairs," the cold female voice said, and then fell silent.
"Hurry up, Elwyn, Harry," Mr. Weasley urged as the elevator door opened.
They ran quickly down a corridor, which was completely different from the corridors above. The walls were empty, and there were no doors or windows. There was only a simple black door at the end of the corridor.
Mr. Weasley grabbed their arms and pulled them to the left, where a gap led to a staircase.
"Come down, come down!" Mr. Weasley said, panting, and took two steps at a time. "Elwyn must have been here when he came to Azkaban. Even the elevator can't go down this far. Why did they bring it here? I really …"
"Azkaban?!" Harry suddenly straightened up, as if someone had punched him hard.
He wanted to know what was going on, but no one could explain it to him.
They went down the stairs and ran down another corridor. It was exactly the same as the Hogwarts' corridors that led to Snape's underground classroom: rough stone walls, and torches on brackets.
The doors they passed here were heavy wooden doors, with iron bolts and keyholes.
"Huff, huff, Trial Room Ten. I think we're almost there. Yes, it's here."
Mr. Weasley stumbled to a stop in front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock hanging on it.
He leaned against the wall, exhausted, and pulled at his clothes in front of his chest, gasping for breath.
"Let's go!" He said, panting, and pointed at the door with his thumb. "You two go in. They've put the two cases on trial together. It's true. It's the same case anyway. Be careful."
"You, you're not coming with us …" Harry asked.
"Oh, no. I can't go in. Good luck to you! "Mr. Weasley said.
"Come on, Harry, there's nothing we can't do. We're not guilty in the first place," Elwyn said.
He twisted the heavy iron handle on the door and pulled Harry into the trial room.
Elwyn looked around and nodded, as expected. It was a big scene.
Behind him, Harry gasped, unable to control himself.
The dark and gloomy room he walked into was all too familiar to him, and he trembled with fear.
Not only had he seen it before, but he had been here before.
It was the place he and Elwyn had seen in Dumbledore's meditation basin. It was here that he had seen the Lestrange couple sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, and that mad Barty Crouch, Jr., tried here …
The walls around them were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and gloomy.
On both sides of them were rows of empty benches that were gradually rising. On the highest benches in front of them, there were many dark figures. These people seemed to be looking at the two of them coldly. It was a particularly scary sight.
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