Chapter 887 The 10th Courtroom

? Ivan doesn't care, even if he is temporarily expelled from Hogwarts, it's nothing.

He could use this time to take a look at other places, or go directly to Norway to find Sirius to solve the vampire's troubles.

He really thought about this some time ago, leaving Hogwarts for a while...

Anyway, he didn't have anything urgent to deal with at Hogwarts. Of course, there was no need to talk about the courses. The fourth-year courses were too simple for his current level, without any difficulty or significance.

Regarding the demon altar under the kitchen, he hasn't researched it yet.

Considering the power of the demon seen in Dijon, he felt that it was best not to summon the demon easily until everything was investigated.

The treasure key and time converter left by Ravenclaw, it is not too late to come back and act when the time is right.

The war is imminent, and Ivan does not intend to waste a precious year dealing with the annoying Umbridge.

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

Under Umbridge's watchful eyes, Dumbledore couldn't afford to give him a few months off for no reason like he had done last term.

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

Not long ago, he deliberately looked through the exchange programs between schools, but the most basic requirement for becoming an exchange student was to pass the ordinary wizard level exam, and Sirius did not approve of Aiwen leaving the school at this time.

Ivan hasn't told Dumbledore yet that he hasn't been seen at all recently, and he hasn't thought about what to say.

Based on Ivan's understanding of Dumbledore, he would definitely not agree, and he did not have sufficient reasons.

In the end, after much deliberation, he decided to use this time to help Hermione and the others improve their strength, and he also seized the time to fully master alchemy and other magic books of the Black family, and then play it by ear.

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

Then, find another chance to leave Hogwarts.

But unlike Ivan, Harry couldn't leave Hogwarts, it wasn't safe, and he had no other place to go.

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

Mr. Weasley dragged them out, stopped beside the elevator, and tapped the "down" button impatiently.

"Hurry up!" he said anxiously. "I don't understand. Changing the time and place so close to the trial, and still using the tenth courtroom. It's a good thing we came so early. If you miss it, it's a shame." Disaster is imminent!"

The elevator appeared with a clatter, and they stepped into the elevator.

Every time the elevator stopped, Mr. Weasley would curse angrily and hit the button on the ninth floor with his fist.

"That courtroom hasn't been used in years!" said Mr. Weasley angrily. "I don't understand why they chose to be there, those people are crazy, why would they do that? Unless, no, no... ..."

At this time, a fat witch walked into the elevator with a smoking goblet.

Mr. Weasley didn't have the heart to ask, and kept urging her to hurry up.

"Main hall." The cold female voice said, and the golden fence door slid open.

The fat witch went out, and a grey-faced wizard walked in.

"Good morning, Arthur!" he said in a low, melancholy voice as the elevator began to descend. "Haven't seen you coming down much lately?"

"I'm in a hurry, Bod." Mr. Weasley said, tiptoeing impatiently, and looked at Ivan and Harry with anxious eyes from time to time, clenched his fists tightly and anxiously.

Ivan and Harry also ignored Bode. He looked at the two curiously, and finally set his eyes on Harry.

"Department of Mysteries." The cold female voice fell silent after finishing speaking.

"Hurry up, Ivan, Harry." Mr. Weasley urged as the door of the elevator opened with a rattle.

They ran quickly through a corridor, which was completely different from the ones above. The walls were empty, without doors or windows, except for 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 pantingly, stepping down two steps in one step, "Ivan should have been here when he came to Azkaban before, even the elevator can't go down to such a deep place, they Why did I come here, I really..."

"Azkaban?!" Harry straightened up violently, as if someone had punched him hard.

He wondered what the hell was going on, but no one explained it to him.

They descended the stairs and ran down a corridor that looked exactly like the ones at Hogwarts that led to Snape's dungeon: rough stone walls, torches on brackets.

The doors they passed here were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes.

"Hoo, hoo, the tenth courtroom, I think we're almost there, yes, it's here."

In front of a gloomy black door with a large iron lock, Mr. Weasley stumbled to a halt.

Exhausted, he leaned against the wall, grabbing the clothes on his chest and panting heavily.

"Let's go!" he gasped, pointing at the door with his thumb, "you two go in, they put two things together for trial, it's true, it's one thing, be careful A bit."

"You, you're not with us..." Harry asked.

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

"Come on, Harry, there's nothing we can't do, we weren't guilty at all," Ivan said.

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

Ai Wen looked around and nodded without any surprise. This battle is really big.

Behind him, Harry gasped visibly, unable to contain himself.

The deep, dark room into which he entered was so familiar to him that it frightened him.

Not only had he seen it before, but he had been here before.

This is where he and Ivan met in Dumbledore's Pensieve, where he witnessed the Lestrange couple being sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, and the lunatic Barty C. Rauch is also on trial here...

The surrounding walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and gloomy.

On both sides of them are rows of empty benches that gradually rise up. On the highest benches in front of them, there are many dark figures looming. These people seem to be looking at the two of them indifferently, looking particularly scary.

They had been whispering to each other just now, and when the heavy door closed behind Harry, an ominous silence fell.