One after another figures rode broomsticks through the clouds and mist, and four Thestrals pulled a magic carriage and ran quickly through the sky.
Soon, everyone dived down and could vaguely see a towering Ministry of Magic building.
The building was looming in the clouds and mist, and from time to time, birds walked right through the middle.
When the last Auror flew into the entrance of the highest floor on his broomstick, the building flipped over and everyone was already underground in the Ministry of Magic.
The ten underground floors on this floor are called "Trial Rooms". There are ten rooms in total and cannot be reached by elevators.
It's said to be a trial, but many important meetings will also be held here.
This place is particularly lively today. A circular courtroom surrounded by stairs has been casted with the 'Invisible Stretch Spell', which can easily accommodate tens of thousands of people.
In fact, these people are not the only ones paying attention to this matter. Many people tried their best to fail to participate in this ‘new book presentation meeting’.
Fudge used this weird name to call people from all walks of life to participate, which not only pointed out the links where questions were asked, but also explained that there were some missing links other than books.
Leave some things to be resolved off-site. This is Fudge's signal.
There are many people involved, such as Dumbledore, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic.
There is a circular place in the middle of the circular terraced seats. At this moment, there is a huge potion experiment table and a shelf filled with potion materials.
There was a gap directly opposite the table, and countless Aurors poured in, occupying every corner.
Then, six Aurors carefully led Anton into the venue holding chains.
"Merlin's beard!" Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal of Hogwarts School, exclaimed and stood up, "He is just a child, how could you do this to him?"
She was not the only one who said this. At this moment, everyone was pointing at Anton and saying something, and the originally buzzing courtroom became noisy.
The reporters became even more excited, like a big black dog smelling the fragrant poop or a honey smelling the blooming flowers. They swooped over and quickly took photos from all angles.
Some even ignored the Auror who was facing a formidable enemy, and because they were women, they pushed the Auror aside and aimed at Anton with a burst of shutter speed.
Obviously, this will be the photo that will make the headlines tomorrow.
It’s so visually impactful, I like it.
Dumbledore looked at Fudge coldly, "Mr. Minister, if I remember correctly, similar magic props and devices are only used in the Gringotts vault to lock the fire dragon!"
"Please tell me, is this child a fire dragon?"
The corners of Fudge's eyes twitched, and he wanted to say, oh, he would rather face a fire dragon than face this child alone again.
Of course, he wanted to say that there was no way he could have arranged this kind of thing.
The specific operational procedures for transferring prisoners were formulated by the Auror Office itself. Fudge did not have the right or the leisure to interfere in such matters.
Get serious, Dumbledore, this is a matter for your Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Why are you asking me?
In this department of the Auror Office, you have much more authority than I do, don't you?
Oh, it was only because he knew that the person in front of him was not Dumbledore that Fudge dared to think about it full of resentment in his heart.
By the way...
Is the person in front of me really not Dumbledore?
Fudge looked carefully at Dumbledore's old and majestic face, and felt an inexplicable shiver in his heart. This...
"..."
Scrimgeour looked at these reporters with disgust and directed his men to untie Anton.
The chained Auror left the courtroom through the original passage, and the other Aurors scattered to every corner, holding their wands tightly to defend themselves.
In fact, there is no need for this at all. Now this courtroom has almost gathered the top group of wizards.
If Anton is really allowed to escape, no one can blame the Aurors.
The only problem is that the insane prisoners in Azkaban now call themselves the 'King's Auror', which forces Scrimgeour to try his best to show a hostile attitude towards Anton in front of everyone.
He is different from Anton, a lunatic, but he has pursuits.
Reputation is everything to him!
everything!
"Child, say your name." Fudge walked to a protruding seat in the ring, and his voice was amplified by the magic device above so that everyone could hear it.
"Anthony Weasley, but I would rather you call me Anton."
"Okay, Anton, did you write this book "Muggles, Werewolves and Wizards" yourself?"
"Yes."
“The contents inside are all true and have not been written randomly.”
"Yes."
"You have to think clearly, kid, every word you say now will be..." Fudge looked serious and paused for a few words, which made Anton feel uncomfortable.
"Maybe we can skip these boring links. Everyone knows what they want me to do, and I know it myself." Anton didn't care about the countless eyes staring at him and gently rubbed his wrist.
The shackles just now were really magical.
He actually blocked his control over the magic power. Even if he frantically mobilized the emotions, will, or memory in his body, he still couldn't make the magic power appear.
His soul seemed to be grafted onto the shackles at this moment, and he mistakenly regarded the shackles as his own body, so he could only mobilize the magic power on the shackles.
This yoke is also very interesting. As long as the magic power on it is touched, it will start to turn red and bright.
There are really so many interesting things in the Auror department, oh, and so are the charms.
Anton felt inexplicably, eh, it seems that being an Auror for a few years after graduation would be a good choice.
Auror Anton
Haha, it sounds like fun.
Aurors are different from the general department. They seem to be recruited for graduates of magic schools. In fact, they are essentially the same master-disciple system of ancient wizards.
And Ronaldo Sr. has extended an olive branch to him many times, and it seems that it is really feasible.
"No! This is the most important thing, kid, listen to me carefully!" Fudge glared at Anton. This kid is really awesome. You can get a glimpse of it by looking at the attitudes of those usually arrogant Aurors, but in
He is really a child when it comes to political matters.
Is it important to do things?
What's important is what I'm talking about now, do you understand?
Saying a few words now will be more useful than no matter how much you do later!
Anton shrugged his shoulders, and with Fudge's chirping speech in his ears, he walked around the test bench and shelves, looking around.
Finally, he put a plate of plants on the table, grabbed its leaves with one hand, and pulled them out hard.
"So we should understand this increasingly serious..." Fudge was mid-sentence, when a sudden piercing scream appeared next to his ears.
Suddenly, dizziness hit him, and he staggered and almost fell.
Many of the guests on the high seats on the steps screamed and ran away from their seats, and several even quickly pulled out their wands.
Anton curled his lips and stuffed the mandrake in his hand into the basin again.
Suddenly, the whole world became quiet.
"What I need is mature mandrake!" Anton looked at Fudge and plucked the leaves of the plant on the table. "You have also seen that the scream of mature mandrake can kill. This
The pills will only make people dizzy, and may even cause them to faint."
"It's barely even reached the level of a larvae."
"Our Ministry of Magic is so poor"
Fudge was breathing heavily, with a look on his face that said, "It's so good that I'm still alive." Looking at Anton who was complaining, he gritted his teeth and glared at him, "Isn't this the same?"
Fortunately, fortunately, it was that larvae. If it had been a mature form, half of the top people in the wizarding world would have died just after Anton pulled it out.
I will call these people over when the time comes...
Oh Fudge quickly shook his head to prevent himself from thinking about those terrible scenes.
"This is different." Anton frowned, "The leaves of the mature mandrake have changed in character, and they are two completely different potion materials from the leaves of the larvae."
Experts will know if it's there as soon as they take action. It's just such a small step, and the knowledgeable people on the stage nodded in agreement.
People who were not deeply involved in herbalism or potions turned around and asked those who understood. Everyone started talking in twos and threes, and the whole courtroom became noisy for a while.
Fudge sighed and called his men to deal with it quickly.
He regretted it.
You shouldn't mess with this madman Anton. He is really powerful, but he doesn't know how to follow the rules. At this time, he started to miss Dumbledore a little.