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Then he said in normal tones, And dont take too long, Weasley, the delay on that firelegs report held our investigation up for a month. If you had read my report you would know that the term is firearms, said Mr. Weasley coolly. And Im afraid youll have to wait for information on motorcycles, were extremely busy at the moment. He dropped his voice and said, If you can get away before seven, Mollys making meatballs. He beckoned to Harry and led him out of Kingsleys cubicle, through a second set of oak doors, into another passage, turned left, marched along another corridor, turned right into a dimly lit and distinctly shabby corridor, and finally reached a dead end, where a door on the left stood ajar, revealing a broom cupboard, and a door on the right bore a tarnished brass plaque reading MISUSE OF MUGGLE ARTIFACTS. Weasleys dingy office seemed to be slightly smaller than the broom cupboard. Two desks had been crammed inside it and there was barely room to move around them because of all the overflowing filing cabinets lining the walls, on top of which were tottering piles of files. The little wall space available bore witness to Mr. Weasleys obsessions; Pubg erangel secret basement key map book were several posters of cars, including one of a dismantled engine, two illustrations of postboxes he seemed to have cut out of Muggle childrens books, and a diagram showing how to wire a plug. Sitting on top of Mr. Weasleys overflowing in-tray was an old toaster that was hiccuping in a disconsolate way and a pair of empty leather gloves that were twiddling their thumbs. A photograph of the Weasley family stood beside the in-tray. Harry noticed that Percy appeared to have walked out of it. We havent got a window, said Mr. Weasley apologetically, taking off his bomber jacket and placing it on the back of his chair. Weve asked, but they dont seem to think we need one. Have a seat, Harry, doesnt look as if Perkins is in yet. Harry squeezed himself into the chair behind Perkinss desk while Mr. Weasley rifled through the sheaf of parchment Kingsley Shacklebolt had given him. Ah, he said, grinning, as he extracted a copy of a magazine entitled The Quibbler from its midst, yes. He flicked through it. Yes, hes right, Im sure Sirius will find that very amusing - oh dear, whats this now. A memo had just zoomed in through the open door and fluttered to rest on top of the hiccuping toaster. Weasley unfolded it and read aloud, Third regurgitating public toilet reported in Bethnal Green, kindly investigate immediately. This is getting ridiculous. A regurgitating toilet. Anti-Muggle pranksters, said Mr. Weasley, frowning. We had two last week, one in Wimbledon, one in Elephant and Castle. Muggles are pulling the flush and instead of everything disappearing - well, you can imagine. The poor things keep calling in those - those pumbles, I think theyre called - you know, the ones who mend pipes and things - Plumbers. - exactly, yes, but of course theyre flummoxed. I only hope we can catch whoevers doing it. Will it be Aurors who catch them. Oh no, this is too trivial for Aurors, itll be the ordinary Magical Law Enforcement Patrol - ah, Harry, this is Perkins. A stooped, timid-looking old wizard with fluffy white hair had just entered the room, panting. Oh Arthur. he said desperately, without looking at Harry. Thank goodness, I didnt know what to do for the best, whether to wait here for you or not, Ive just sent an owl to your home but youve obviously missed it - an urgent message came ten minutes ago - I know about the regurgitating toilet, said Mr. Weasley. No, no, its not the toilet, its the Potter boys hearing - theyve changed the time and venue - it starts at eight oclock now and its down in old Courtroom Ten - Down in old - but they told me - Merlins beard - Mr. Weasley looked at his watch, let out a yelp, and leapt from his chair. Quick, Harry, we should have been there five minutes ago. Perkins flattened himself against the filing cabinets as Mr. Pubg erangel secret basement key map book left the office at a run, Harry on his heels. Why have they changed the time. Harry said breathlessly as they hurtled past the Auror cubicles; people poked out their heads and stared as they streaked past. Harry felt as though he had left all his insides back at Read more desk. Ive no idea, but thank goodness we got here so early, if youd missed it it would have been catastrophic. Weasley skidded to a halt beside the lifts and jabbed impatiently at the down button. Come ON. The lift clattered into view and they hurried inside. Every time it stopped Mr. Weasley cursed furiously and pummelled the number nine button. Those courtrooms havent been used in years, said Mr. Weasley angrily. I cant think why theyre doing it down there - unless - but no. A plump witch carrying a smoking goblet entered the lift at that moment, and Mr. Weasley did not game pass hack. The Atrium, said the cool female voice and the golden grilles slid open, showing Harry a distant glimpse of the golden statues in the fountain. The plump witch got out and a sallow-skinned wizard with a very mournful face got in. Morning, Arthur, he said in a sepulchral voice as the lift began to descend. Dont often see you down here. Urgent business, Bode, said Mr. Weasley, who was bouncing on the balls of his feet and throwing anxious looks over at Harry. Ah, yes, said Bode, surveying Harry unblinkingly. Of course. Harry barely had emotion to spare for Bode, but his unfaltering gaze did not make him feel any more comfortable. Department of Mysteries, said the cool female voice, and left it at that. Quick, Harry, said Mr. Weasley as the lift doors rattled open, and they sped up a corridor that was quite different from those above. The walls were bare; there were no windows and no doors apart from a plain black one set at the very end of the corridor. Harry expected them to go through it, but instead Learn more here. Weasley seized him by the arm and dragged him to the left, where there was an opening leading to a flight of steps. Down here, down here, panted Mr. Weasley, taking two steps at a time. The lift doesnt even come down this far. why theyre doing it there. They reached the bottom of the steps and ran along yet another corridor, which bore a great resemblance to that which led to Snapes dungeon at Hogwarts, with rough stone walls and torches in brackets. The doors they passed here were heavy wooden ones with iron bolts and keyholes. Courtroom. ten. I think. were nearly. yes. Weasley stumbled to a halt outside a grimy dark door with an immense iron lock and slumped against the wall, clutching at a does legends have merging in his chest. Go on, he panted, pointing his thumb at the door. Get in there. Arent - arent you coming with -. No, no, Im not allowed. Good luck. Harrys heart was beating a violent tattoo against his Adams apple. He swallowed hard, turned the heavy iron door handle, and stepped inside the courtroom. H CHAPTER EIGHT THE HEARING arry gasped; he could not help himself. The large dungeon he had entered was horribly familiar. He had not only seen it before, he had been here before: This was the place he had visited inside Dumbledores Pensieve, the place where he had watched the Lestranges sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban. The walls were made of dark stone, dimly lit by torches. Empty benches rose on either side of him, but ahead, in the highest benches of all, were many shadowy figures. They had been talking in low voices, but as the heavy door swung closed behind Harry an ominous silence fell. A cold male voice rang across the courtroom. Youre late. Sorry, said Harry nervously. I-I didnt know the time had changed. That is not the Wizengamots fault, said the voice. An owl was sent to you this morning. Take your seat. Harry dropped his gaze to the chair in the center of the room, the arms of which were covered in chains. He had seen those chains spring to life and bind whoever sat between them. His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked across the stone floor. When he sat gingerly on the edge of the chair the chains clinked rather threateningly but did not bind him. Feeling rather sick he looked up at the people seated at the bench above. There were about fifty of them, all, as far as he could see, wearing plumcolored robes with an elaborately worked silver W on the left-hand side of the chest and all staring down their noses at him, some with very austere expressions, others looks of frank curiosity. In the very middle of the front row sat Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic. Fudge was a portly man who often sported a lime-green bowler hat, though today he had dispensed with it; he had dispensed too with the indulgent smile he had once worn when he spoke to Harry. A broad, squarejawed witch with very short gray hair sat on Fudges left; she wore a monocle and looked forbidding. On Fudges right was another witch, but she was sitting so far back on the bench that her face was in shadow. Very well, said Fudge. The accused being present - finally - let us begin. Are you ready. he called down the row. Yes, sir, said an eager voice Harry knew. Rons brother Percy was sitting at the very end of the front bench. Harry looked at Percy, expecting some sign of recognition from him, but seems rust game keeps crashing roblox agree came. Percys eyes, behind his hornrimmed glasses, were fixed on his parchment, a quill poised in his hand. Disciplinary hearing of the twelfth of August, said Fudge in a ringing voice, and Percy began taking notes at once, into offenses committed under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery and the International Statute of Secrecy by Harry James Potter, resident at number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Interrogators: Cornelius Oswald Fudge, Minister of Magic; Amelia Susan Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement; Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. Court Scribe, Percy Ignatius Weasley - - Witness for the defense, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, said a quiet voice from behind Harry, who turned his head so fast he cricked his neck. Dumbledore was striding serenely across the room wearing long midnightblue robes and a perfectly calm expression. His long silver beard and hair gleamed in the torchlight as he drew level with Harry and looked up at Fudge through the half-moon spectacles that rested halfway down his very crooked nose. The members of the Wizengamot were muttering. All eyes were now on Dumbledore. Some looked annoyed, others slightly frightened; two elderly witches in the back row, however, raised their hands and waved in welcome. A powerful emotion had risen in Harrys chest at the sight of Dumbledore, a fortified, hopeful feeling rather like that which phoenix song gave him. He wanted to catch Dumbledores eye, but Dumbledore was not looking his way; he was continuing to look up at the obviously flustered Fudge. Ah, said Fudge, who looked thoroughly disconcerted. Dumbledore. Yes. You - er - got our - er - message that the time and - more info - place of the hearing had been changed, then. I must have missed it, said Dumbledore cheerfully. However, due to a lucky mistake I arrived at the Ministry three hours early, so no harm done. Yes - well - I suppose well need another chair - I - Weasley, could you -. Not to worry, not to worry, said Dumbledore pleasantly; he took out his wand, gave it a little flick, and a squashy chintz armchair appeared out of nowhere next to Harry. Dumbledore sat down, put the tips of his long fingers together, and looked at Fudge over them with an expression of polite interest. The Wizengamot was still muttering and fidgeting restlessly; only when Fudge spoke again did they settle down. Yes, said Fudge again, shuffling his notes. Well, then. The charges. Yes. He extricated a piece of parchment from the pile before him, took a deep breath, and read, The charges against the accused are as follows: That he did knowingly, deliberately, and in full awareness of the illegality of his actions, having received a previous written warning from the Ministry of Magic on a similar charge, produce a Patronus Charm in a Muggle-inhabited area, in the download counter strike 2 bagas31 of a Muggle, on August the second at twenty-three minutes past nine, which constitutes an offense under paragraph C of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, and also under section thirteen of the International Confederation of Wizards Statute of Secrecy. You are Harry James Potter, of number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Fudge said, glaring at Harry over the top of his parchment. Yes, Harry said. You received an official warning from the Ministry for using illegal magic three years ago, did you not. Yes, but - And yet you conjured a Patronus on the night of the second of August. said Fudge. Yes, said Harry, but - Knowing that you are not permitted to use magic outside school while you are under the age continue reading seventeen. Yes, but - Knowing that you were in an area full of Muggles. Yes, but - Fully aware that you were in close proximity to a Muggle at the time. Yes, said Harry angrily, but I only used it because we were - The witch with the monocle on Fudges left cut across him in a baldurs gate 2 kerrick the voice. You produced a fully fledged Patronus. Yes, said Harry, because - A corporeal Patronus. A - what. said Harry. Your Patronus had a clearly defined form. I mean to say, it was more than vapor or smoke. Yes, said Harry, feeling both impatient and slightly desperate, its a stag, its always a stag. Always. boomed Madam Bones. You have produced a Patronus before now. Yes, said Harry, Ive been doing it for over a year - And you are fifteen years old. Yes, and - You learned this at school. Yes, Professor Lupin taught me in my third year, because of the - Impressive, said Madam Bones, staring down at him, a true Patronus at that age. very impressive indeed. Some of the wizards and witches around her were muttering again; a few nodded, but others were frowning and shaking their heads. Its not a Pubg erangel secret basement key map book of how impressive the magic was, said Fudge in a testy voice. In fact, the more impressive the worse it is, I would have thought, given that the boy did it in plain view of a Muggle. Those who had been frowning now murmured in agreement, but it was the sight of Percys sanctimonious little nod that goaded Harry into speech. I did it because of the dementors. he said loudly, before anyone could interrupt him again. He had expected more muttering, but the silence that fell seemed to be somehow denser than before. Dementors. said Madam Bones after a moment, raising her thick eyebrows so that her monocle looked in danger of falling out. What do you mean, boy. I mean there were two dementors down that alleyway and they went for me and my cousin.

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