Chapter 446 Harry Potter on Trial? Trip to the Ministry of Magic (1/2)

Chapter 446 Harry Potter on trial? Trip to the Ministry of Magic

"Can you tell us what your world is like?" Peter asked curiously, and the others also showed interested expressions.

"Well... Actually it's similar to your world, except there is an extra magic world."

"Too perfunctory!" Edmund said unhappily, "What we want to know is the magic world."

"I can't tell you this. Muggles, that is, ordinary people, will have their memories deleted if they know about the magic world."

"You can stay here." Aslan said sincerely, "This land tells me that you can bring permanent peace to Narnia."

"Haha!" Aaron sneered disdainfully, "I'm not interested. I came here purely by accident. It's enough to help them save Narnia once. I don't care about the rest.

Besides, my parents, uncle and my pets are waiting for me to go back. I can't let them Too worried."

A trace of regret flashed across Aslan's pupils, "Do you need me to take you there?"

"No, I've found a way back.

But before that I have something else to do." Aaron said as he took out a golden feather from the dressing room and handed it to Lucy, "This is a parting gift for you."

"What is this?" Lucy stroked the feather, her eyes sparkling with a strange light, "I've never seen such a beautiful feather."

"This is the feather of a unicorn cub, which I got because I have a good relationship with the people who guard them." Aaron patted Lucy's head, "I believe it will bring you good luck."

"Thank you, I will cherish it."

"Are there any gifts for us?" Edmund asked flatteringly.

"No." Aaron said unhappily, "The reason I gave Lucy a gift is that she was the only one who believed in me when dealing with the White Witch, but you guys hesitated, and some even wanted to shoot me with arrows."

The three looked at each other, speechless for a moment, and could only watch Lucy show off the golden feathers in her hand.

"Well, I think we should go back." Peter said, he was the first to walk into the archway, and his brothers and sisters followed closely behind him.

Watching the four people leave, Aaron spread his hands to Caspian, "Don't disappoint your teacher's expectations, save the Tanmores of Narnia."

"I know what to do." Caspian smiled.

"That's good."

He rolled up his sleeves, then bit his finger and dripped blood on the World Tree mark on his left arm.

The shadow of the giant tree suddenly emerged, followed by a colorful portal.

"Welcome home." Aaron glanced at the line of words on the door frame, and then looked at a page of parchment stuck to the door frame.

This contract is for Gaius' descendants. Once signed, the chances of excellent descendants coming to Narnia for training will increase.

After a moment of silence, Aaron chose to ignore the contract.

Narnia is too small, and almost all of it is low-end combat power, which can't play a role in training.

He can fish in this world, but he has to be responsible for his future children. What he leaves for them must not be a hell mode or a simple mode.

"I should go, take care."

"Wait a minute, young magician."

Aaron stopped, turned his head to look at the lion king, and asked puzzledly: "Is there anything else?"

"Child, I can feel that you have been deliberately avoiding something, but remember that avoiding will never solve the problem."

Aaron blinked, and then walked into the portal without looking back.

After leaving this world, the future of this world has nothing to do with him.

......

Gaius family secret room

The branches of the World Tree connecting to the starry sky trembled slightly, and a blue portal appeared.

Aaron walked out of it calmly. As expected, Abe and Genes were waiting for him here.

"Welcome home, young master.

Was the trip smooth?"

"Thanks to you, I returned safely again." Aaron picked up Abe and weighed him carefully. "The weight has not changed. It seems that I have been away for a short time!"

"Less than three days."

Aaron raised his eyebrows. "I stayed in that world for ten days. If so, the time flow rate is one to four!

But it doesn't matter. As expected, I will have no intersection with that world in the future."

"Where are Mr. Vico and his wife?"

"Uh... young master knows." Genes stammered, "The clan leader and his wife are usually busy."

Aaron's mouth twitched. He could understand that he would not see anyone after a long trip, but this time he was away for less than three days, and his parents disappeared.

Huh!

Aaron took several deep breaths, suppressed the urge to curse, and left the secret room with Abe in his arms.

Arriving at the forging room, Aaron looked at the sword embryo lying quietly in the furnace and summoned Alger.

"You're back. You must have gained something from coming to me!"

"Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from the eyes of the ancestors." Aaron gave a thumbs up and then took out the magic weapon of the White Witch. "This time the harvest is not as big as the last time, only this weapon.

If possible, please melt it down, it will be regarded as adding bricks and tiles to my artifact."

Alger picked up the silver-white short spear staff and looked at it carefully for a long time before speaking: "The material is nothing special, but the person who uses it is quite capable.

If this thing is melted and added in, it may affect the quality of the artifact."

"Useless?" Aaron frowned slightly, "Then it can only be a collection."

"That's not the case." Alger walked to the front of the furnace, the red magic power rose rapidly and gathered on his right hand, and two fingers gently clicked on the silver staff.

Ding!

The surface of the silver staff was covered with cracks, and it turned into flying ash in the blink of an eye, leaving only a bright silver light slowly sinking into the furnace.

"Gulp!"

Aaron swallowed his saliva, "Ancestor, how strong were you when you were alive?"

"I'm just a blacksmith." Alger smiled lightly, then pointed at Jins standing beside him, "But... beating him is not a problem."

Aaron:......

How damn modest!

"It will take a few days for the sword embryo to completely absorb the ice element in the staff. If there is nothing else, don't bother me.

Of course, if there are special materials or metal minerals, that's another matter."

"Got it."

Aaron walked out of the secret room with mixed feelings and sat lazily on the sofa in the living room.

"Uncle Genes, has anything major happened in the magic world during the days I was away?"

"Everything seems normal on the surface."

"On the surface?" Aaron raised his eyebrows, "Does that mean there are undercurrents?"

"Almost!" Genes could not deny it, "The Dark Lord is secretly gathering his old subordinates, and at the same time he is also sparing no effort to bribe other dark wizards, giants, werewolves, blood clans, and magical animals are also on his list.

As for the White Lord, he is naturally standing on the opposite side of him to stop what he wants to do.

However, both sides can still maintain a certain tacit understanding, and they are fighting in secret, but there is no collision on the surface."

"These are within my expectations." Aaron picked up a cup of tea nonchalantly, and said indifferently, "Tell me something I don't know."

"Harry Potter will be tried at the Ministry of Magic the day after tomorrow."

Puff! Cough cough!

Aaron spit out a big mouthful of tea and coughed several times before he could recover. "This news is really explosive.

What has he done to deserve the Ministry's attention?"

"Using magic in front of Muggles."

"That's it?" Aaron found it a little funny. "I remember Harry turned his aunt into a balloon two years ago, but the Ministry didn't do anything to him at that time.

Besides, Harry couldn't have been unaware of the rule that underage wizards cannot use magic outside of school. There must be a reason for him to do this!"

"I heard that he and his cousin encountered Dementors and used the Patronus Charm in a hurry. . "

"This is even more interesting." Aaron laughed, "It is clearly written in the law that underage wizards can use magic in front of Muggles when they are in danger.

For such an insignificant matter, he has to go to the Ministry of Magic for trial. It seems that Fudge has made up his mind to break up with Dumbledore. "

"It is probably his obsession with power that made him do such a ridiculous thing." Jins said, "The young master has not paid much attention to the Daily Prophet during this period. Public opinion is very unfavorable to Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore. "

"This is the benefit of controlling power. The Minister of Magic has a lot of control over public opinion. Still have control.

It seems that Fudge is still unwilling to face reality and is unwilling to admit that Voldemort has resurrected! "

"This is also the disadvantage of controlling power." Jeans' tone was a little more serious, "Fudge has begun to be shameless in order to maintain his power.

Over time, Cornelius Fudge will become a tool of power and will do anything to achieve his goals."

"He doesn't have that opportunity. A guy who is obsessed with money can't sit firmly in the position of minister. It's only a matter of time before he steps down."

"That's right."

"Uncle Jeans, help me arrange it.

I'll go to the Ministry of Magic the day after tomorrow, and next to me Leave me a seat in the audience."

"This..."

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem, no problem at all." The corner of Gene's mouth twitched slightly, "It's just that Master, I have to remind you that Harry Potter's trial has nothing to do with you.

And you don't have to worry, Master. Although Fudge is the Minister of Magic, he can't cover the sky with one hand. Dumbledore should be Harry Potter's defense lawyer, and he will definitely be fine."

"Of course I know he will be fine, but I haven't been to the trial site of the magic world yet."

Gene:......

......

Two days later, after breakfast, Aaron followed Jins to the fireplace.

"Can't we Apparate over there?"

"Of course, but we are not employees of the Ministry of Magic after all, so it is better to go through the Floo Network."

Hearing this, Aaron grabbed a handful of Floo powder, pronounced "Ministry of Magic", and sprinkled the powder.

Puff!

The green flames rose, and the figures of the two disappeared.

A magnificent hall with a row of fireplaces on each side.

A fireplace on the left suddenly made a light sound, and Jins and Aaron walked out of it.

Aaron simply looked around. The ground was paved with dark wooden floors, the peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with glittering golden symbols, and the walls were made of black square stones. In the middle was a circular fountain, with a pure golden wizard statue standing on it, surrounded by statues of centaurs, elves and house elves.

Countless wizards and witches came from all over and walked in all directions, making chaotic footsteps.

"This is the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, located on the eighth floor underground.

Above are the Department of Magical Sports and Games, the Department of Magical Transportation, the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the Department of Magical Creatures Regulation and Control, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the Minister's Office on the top floor." Jins introduced, "Harry Potter's trial was originally held in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but Fudge was clever and temporarily changed the trial location to the tenth floor underground, and the time was also moved forward by one hour to eight in the morning."

"It's a little different from what I remember." Aaron muttered, "This decoration is simply several blocks away from the past."

"That's really normal." Jins laughed dumbly, "The young master was brought here by the old patriarch last time. At that time, the British magic world was still under the shroud of Voldemort, and the environment of the Ministry of Magic was naturally not comparable to the present."

"By the way, why did my grandfather bring me here?" Aaron asked with interest.

Jins was stunned for a moment, "Nothing."

"Really? Why do I not believe it?"

"It's really nothing, I can guarantee it with my personality." Jins said embarrassedly, "The young master was less than one year old at that time, and the old patriarch brought you here just to recognize people."

Aaron looked at Jins suspiciously, always feeling that he was trying to cover up something.

But he didn't ask more, the things that happened more than ten years ago were too far away from him, and he was not interested in knowing.

The two walked towards the elevator, passing by the fountain, and Aaron saw a layer of glittering silver and copper coins in the pool, and there were very few gold coins.

A sign next to it read: All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Diseases.

Aaron was hesitating whether to be kind and throw a gold galleon into it, and Abe in his arms couldn't help it and stretched out his white claws to the pool.

It didn't want to donate money, but wanted to put the coins in the pool into its pocket.

"Fuck!" Aaron slapped it on the head, "In public, you should restrain yourself a little!"

Abe whimpered and turned his face away in grievance.

Aaron was speechless. It was not that he had never seen mountains of gold and silver, but this problem of being greedy for money seemed to be engraved in his bones and it was difficult to change.

Through the crowded crowd, the two entered the elevator.

Jinnes pressed the button for the ninth floor, the golden fence door closed, and the elevator slowly descended.

"Department of Mysteries."

A cold female voice sounded in the elevator, and the elevator door opened with a bang.

"The elevator cannot reach the tenth floor, so we have to take the stairs.

The courtroom is located in the deepest part of the underground, but we still have more than ten minutes, and we can definitely catch up."