Lockhart took a deep breath and walked quickly into the Quidditch pitch.
There was a buzz of people all around, and countless eyes were focused on him. His palms were a little sweaty.
As a formal professor at Hogwarts and captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team many years ago, Lockhart is very familiar with this venue.
Not only was he familiar with every inch of the land here, he even had his name engraved here - although he was imprisoned for a week afterwards - and on graduation day, he also loudly stated his goal here to all the teachers and students of the school:
The youngest Minister of Magic, eliminated Voldemort, protected the wizarding world, and led Britain to win the cup.
At the same time, he also witnessed here Peter Pettigrew being sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban...with his participation.
Dazzling sunlight fell from the cloudless dome, bathing the Quidditch pitch in a golden light.
Directly in front of Lockhart is a stone platform, with an interrogation table standing alone on it.
Further away, there are rows of seats that gradually rise, and those seats form a semi-circle around the stone platform.
Now, those seats were filled with whispering wizards - about seventy people, most of whom were wearing purple robes with a delicate silver "W" symbolizing the Wizengamot embroidered on their left chest -
—The Wizengamot Wizarding Court is almost here.
They all looked down at him at this time, some with stern expressions, while others did not hide their inner curiosity...
"If the Hyperion fires here, there will be a vacuum in the highest authority in the British wizarding world for an instant, right?"
Lockhart couldn't help but think that as he worked with the Demon Lord, he began to pay attention to some strange angles.
Unfortunately, the Hyperion should be cruising in the distant Black Sea at this time - besides, he has no authority to mobilize the main guns.
There were too many wizards present today, and Elena didn't want any accident to happen, causing the Hyperion to be exposed to the public in advance.
On the other hand, today's occasion is indeed not suitable for Huberian to appear.
"The power of words is more powerful than any magic or weapon——"
Lockhart was muttering silently, this was what Elena told him before arriving today.
In fact, he had always had some doubts about it, but when he saw the outline of the speech and the manuscript...
perhaps……
Is Miss Fool really the devil who stands at the top of the civilization process?
"Mr. Lockhart, please step into the interrogation table."
At this moment, a cold male voice came from the front.
Lockhart raised his head and saw Cornelius Fudge looking at him indifferently in the middle of the row of seats directly in front of him.
Cornelius Fudge is a fat man who usually likes to wear a dark yellow bowler hat, but today he specially changed his attire.
For the first time today, Mr. Minister put on a pure black wizard's robe, which looked like a man-eating black tiger. In addition, the steady and honest smile on Connelly's face had also disappeared, replaced by a cruel look.
, sharp and cold:
He was almost impeached by Lockhart, just a little bit.
Now, Cornelius Fudge plans to let everyone know the consequences of provoking the Minister of Magic in front of the world.
"Oh, of course - let's get it started as soon as possible... time is precious."
Lockhart nodded gracefully, walked quickly into the interrogation table, and said with a smile.
As he spoke, he pointed towards his throat and added.
"I heard that there are Aurors from the Ministry of Magic who can help me cast the amplifying spell?"
"Delix——"
Cornelius Fudge nodded to the side.
A short-haired, stocky, and unsmiling Auror walked forward quickly.
"The sound is loud——"
Delis took out his wand, pointed it at Lockhart's throat, and read clearly.
"Sorry, you're too close...and..."
Before Delis could finish his words, Lockhart suddenly raised his hand and waved towards him.
Delis was like a leaf, falling out without any resistance.
Lockhart raised his hand and waved slightly.
The next moment, the wand in Delis's hand flew into Lockhart's hand as if it was pulled by a thread.
"I don't like it when someone points a wand at my head—"
Lockhart said with a smile, without any incantation, and his voice suddenly became as loud as thunder.
"So……"
"Shall the trial begin? Gentlemen."
Lockhart's wand suddenly waved towards the sky, and blue flames shot up into the sky with him as the center.
However, the blazing flame stopped two meters away from him.
The raging fire waves seemed to hit the invisible wall of air, blooming into terrifying blue magic sparks.
"Do you think we have no countermeasures?! Lockhart! You are wrong!"
Cornelius Fudge sneered and slowly opened his palms.
In his palm, a crystal bead shimmering with light broke into several pieces at some point.
At the same time, mysterious and profound magic runes lit up quickly around the stone platform where Lockhart was sitting, instantly forming a magic barrier, isolating Lockhart from the outside field - the amber was activated.