harleyscars Chapter 220 Courtroom 1
Chapter 220 Courtroom 1
Chapter 220 The First Courtroom
Beside a wild lake far away from downtown London, a scarred fire dragon is lying on the lakeside and gulping down water. Its cloudy eyes make it impossible to see the specific scene outside, but it is mixed with the smell of mud and water vapor. But it was fragments that he could only dig out from his memory hundreds of years ago.
It wanted to open its mouth to roar, but knew that he shouldn't disturb the three people by the lake now.
"I didn't expect you to be sympathetic? I thought you were going to send him on the road, but the fire dragon is the magical creature closest to the beast. They didn't inherit the wisdom of the dragon, but they inherited a lot of the wildness of the dragon. , Among the magical creatures, the IQ of the fire dragon is considered to be the bottom of the group."
"Let him live a good life, he can't live a good day before he dies, and this one is a bit older, smarter than those young people, at least much smarter than the few I communicated with before, no better than the teacher How stupid are those pigs raised by your family?"
"Is there still such a saying?" Nicole May scratched her hair, "I always thought that those idiots I raised were beaten up by me. When I just threw them by the volcano, they knew how to demolish the house all day long. , and then I beat him up for a day and a night, and the dragon scales were replaced with new ones."
"It's okay to be beaten up to improve your memory when you are young. Maybe the dragon you raised was really beaten up by you when you were young, teacher."
"By the way, Professor Dumbledore, can you bring him back to Hogwarts? The Dragon Training Ground is almost finished anyway, so this one will be placed in the Forbidden Forest first, and I will let him stay calm, and Hagrid will also able to take care of him."
"It's just a fire dragon." Dumbledore pouted and didn't object. "If he ran away, I think the professors would have a strong interest in slaying dragons."
"Old dragons that are five or six hundred years old are hard to find nowadays. Their value is at least five times that of young dragons. I think the professors definitely don't mind harvesting a large number of fresh parts of ancient dragons while feeding the students extra meals." used for research"
There was a loud coughing sound, and the old dragon who was drinking water just now seemed to have choked. Although he was blind, his ears were not deaf. Dumbledore's words were not very low, but he could hear them clearly.
"It seems that there is indeed a bit of brains, and it is good to live a long time."
Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction, it seems that this guy will not scare the students by running around.
"There is something in your words, old boy."
Nicole May glanced at Dumbledore, the fire dragon was only a few decades younger than him, and Dumbledore was hurting himself by turning a corner.
"Forget it, you little bastard has no good fart in your mouth." LeMay, who no longer paid attention to Dumbledore, turned to Ron and asked, "What technology did you use just now? Did you research it yourself?"
"There are not many ways to strengthen the properties of alchemy metals twice"
"When will the teacher ask the students for technology?" Dumbledore looked at Nicolas with a smile, and this playful expression made Nico annoyed for a while.
"What's wrong with studying? Students can't teach teachers? You deserve it, you little bastard, you're still so good at over 100 years old. I made the Philosopher's Stone when I was over 100 years old, you trash."
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Closing his mouth and turning his head, Dumbledore swore that he would never talk to this bad-breathed old guy now, he was really annoyed that he didn't scold him.
"This is very simple, I will teach you."
Ron picked up a piece of broken wood on the ground, and then launched the knight not to die with bare hands.
"It's just enchanting with magic power. It's almost the same as clapping your hands. It's very simple, right?"
"It's very simple." Nicole May, who was immediately discouraged, took the wooden stick in Ron's hand dumbfoundingly, "Are you talking in human terms?"
He clutched his forehead and felt tired for a while, but there was nothing to refute. After all, every genius has his own outstanding direction, and Ron has always been very talented in such lazy things.
Alchemy has been made by him to have everything you need, and this kind of foolish enchantment fits his character very well.
"Forget it, I can't learn."
Nicole May threw away the broken wooden stick. Although he figured out the general principle of this thing, which is very simple and rude magic power infusion and then strengthening the material, it is not as simple as it sounds.
"I'm going back because I have nothing to do. You ride the dragon and fly slowly. There is a fashion show waiting for me in the afternoon. I can't delay it."
Putting away the trial version of the alchemy mecha, Nicolas May Apparated and left the shore of the wild lake.
The rest, one old and one young, walked towards the well-behaved fire dragon, and Dumbledore waved his wand to conjure up a set of double saddles, so that riding would not hurt his ass.
The pale fire dragon fluttered its wings, and he carried the two of them into the high-altitude white clouds. At this moment, Dumbledore asked Ron, "What are you going to do with the golden cup?"
"Of course it was a public execution."
"Sirius is helping out with the dementors, and I'll have to tell Bellatrix to stay out of the way. Gold isn't worthwhile compensation."
After flying in the sky on a fire dragon for about an hour, after swooping down from the sky and piercing the thick white clouds, the high-altitude panorama of Hogwarts was revealed in front of them.
The vast Forbidden Forest seems to be the protagonist, and the castle occupies only a small corner. They landed at the door of Hagrid's cabin with a strong wind. Dumbledore had already cast his magic in advance, and those little wizards had no way of seeing the fire dragon land. scene.
"My God, Professor!"
"Where did you go?"
Hagrid squeezed out of the hut, with a bit of rock pie crumbs on his beard, from lunch.
"To rob Gringotts."
"Don't be kidding Ron, how is it possible, right Professor Dumbledore?" Hagrid scratched his hair and smiled foolishly, "That's the safest place besides Hogwarts. Uh...huh?"
"Really?" Hagrid asked seriously after seeing Dumbledore's expression.
"Yes, Hagrid, the dragon was brought out of the goblin's vault, but we're helping Niko with his gold, it's not robbery."
Dumbledore tapped Ron on the head. You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. You must pay attention to your image.
"Oh! It's Mr. Nicolas!" Hagrid, who didn't quite understand it, clapped his hands, "The goblins must have done something bad again, those greedy little dwarfs."
"It's a poor kid."
Hagrid's attention soon came to the bruised dragon. His direct approach made the dragon move a little uneasy, but when Hagrid hugged the bruised head, he fell silent again. .
"What the hell did the goblin do to you!"
"Damn it!"
"Professor Dumbledore, I can take care of him!"
Hagrid patted his chest and let out a steady muffled sound.
"What a beautiful big guy, to be abused like this."
Hagrid touched the scales that had lost their luster and turned gray, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.
"I have to prepare some more wine for him, this is Ukrainian Iron Belly, right! I remember they like vodka, I'll go to Hogsmeade to order some, how about some whiskey first, my boy?"
Hagrid fondled the old dragon's head, and then quickly returned to the house, taking out two large wooden barrels of high-fire whiskey.
"I'll find you a place to rest later and see if you'll be thinner. I'll get you some cows and have a good meal."
The two who were ignored by Hagrid looked at each other helplessly, but before leaving, Dumbledore still told Hagrid to lead the dragon to the Forbidden Forest first, so as not to attract crowds outside.
"Professor, can you contact the Wizengamot and the Daily Prophet for me later?"
On the way back to the castle, Ron and Dumbledore chatted about the ending of the Horcruxes.
"This is really effective, but you must not underestimate any dark wizard. The black magic they can use is far beyond your imagination."
"Is it impossible to end all curses?"
"That's not the nemesis of all spells, such as the Unforgivable Curse, and many evil spells will not be dispelled."
"Remember Ron, no magic spell is truly omnipotent, we need to learn more humbly and harder."
"Including asking students for advice?" Ron raised his eyebrows with a smile on his lips.
"Of course." Dumbledore nodded noncommittally, "I have learned a lot."
His blue eyes sparkled under the crescent lenses. "You and Harry, you taught me what it means to be brave. That's very important to me."
"Okay, now go take a break and have lunch. The reporters in the afternoon will probably upset you for a while."
"I still have a hand against them."
After waving goodbye to Dumbledore, Ron walked into the auditorium. It was lunch time, and the little wizards were enjoying a sumptuous meal in the restaurant.
"Guess who I am?"
Sneaking quietly behind Hermione, Ron blew softly in her ear.
"Ron, where were you this morning?"
"Go and help the teacher collect the bill."
"Really? Then let's go to Black Lake to play in the afternoon. The weather is so nice today."
"something in the afternoon"
"Humph~"
"Don't be angry, it's really something, I have to go to the Wizengamot, I'll come back to accompany you at night, okay?"
It took a lot of effort for Ron to appease Hermione. Although Hermione is a very reasonable girl, girls, whether they are reasonable or not, have to be coaxed. The Black Lake rowing has failed, and Ron can only look forward to it. The leisurely time before going to Hogsmeade.
When it was two o'clock in the afternoon, Fox found Ron who was reading a book with Hermione. Phoenix took him away from Hogwarts in an instant, and a golden hall appeared in front of him.
The little wizard brought here by the phoenix obviously surprised many wizards who walked in and out of the hall.
He was standing at one end of a resplendent and resplendent hall, with a polished dark wooden floor and a peacock-blue ceiling inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, which were constantly moving and changing, like A huge high-altitude bulletin board, but in fact it is an ancient rune, written on it is the oath of the first minister of the Ministry of Magic in England when it was established.
The surrounding walls are inlaid with dark, glossy dark wooden boards. Many gilded fireplaces are inlaid in the wooden boards. Every once in a while, green flames will flicker among them, and wizards will walk out of the flames one by one. It's a busy scene.
In the middle of the foyer is a fountain. In the middle of the circular pool stands a group of pure gold statues, about two or three meters high. Standing in the middle is a noble-dressed wizard. He raises his wand up to the sky and surrounds him. There was a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf, and they all looked at the wizard with adoring eyes.
"How could this kind of thing have something to do with St. Mungo? Shouldn't it be for racial discrimination and the Women's Boxing Association?"
Ron caught a glimpse of the small, stained sign under the fountain that read: All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain go to St. Mungo's Hospital for the Magical and Wounded.
However, the stain on the sign made him not believe it at all, other places were clean, only the sign with this sentence was dirty, what does this allude to?
Go straight to the end along the golden hall, there is a small table in front of the road leading to the elevator entrance, and a small sign that says 'Security Check' is placed on it. The entrance of the hall is stuffed here. It is true that it is a bit of a cane design.
Ron, who didn't care about them at all, walked towards the elevator lobby. The wizard who was leaning on his chin in a daze on the table stopped Ron. After all, the young man with a phoenix on his shoulder was a bit too conspicuous.
"No guest badge?"
"Then register the wand here first, and get another one at the entrance."
Even if Ron was stopped, the middle-aged wizard still looked listless, and he vividly interpreted the appearance of a social animal dawdling around.
"No wand."
"You are a pretty big bird, is it Feng and so on?"
"No wand?" He showed an expression of disbelief, but Ron didn't lie, his wand was not a serious wand to be honest, it was just a powerful medium of magic power.
"Questions?"
A hot flame ignited in Ron's hand, and he was very familiar with silent spells and wandless spells, especially flame ones.
"I'm going to the tenth floor for the Wizengamot meeting, can't use the elevator without a badge?"
"That's not true." The wizard, who looked like he was fooling around, finally regained his senses, "This doesn't comply with the regulations."
"That's it?" Ron took out his first-class Merlin badge and shook it. "Is this okay? I'm in a hurry."
This cumbersome and heavy Ministry of Magic was so slack under Fudge's free-range care. There is no such thing as a country's Ministry of Magic here. The street office he went to in his previous life looked more like a formal office than here.
While the wizard was in a daze, Ron had already walked into the elevator lobby, and a group of wizards walked out, so Ron went in and pressed the button on the ninth floor underground. There was no direct access to the courtroom on the tenth floor. He still needs to walk down a flight of stairs.
The rattling elevator made an ominous noise, and he was the only one heading to the ninth floor, with only the paper airplane flying above his head, circling back and forth, slowly and leisurely.
This is a note used by various departments of the Ministry of Magic to transmit messages, but it seems that it is not safe at all, so it is impossible to install a phone. It is not that there are such convenient things in the magic world, but the difficulty is probably stuck in the funds, which makes Fudge On the key node of not letting go.
"Department of Mysteries."
A cold female voice sounded, and the rattling of the broken elevator bounced open. After Ron stepped out of the elevator, it closed again with a 'snap'.
"Ron Weasley."
A deep and slow voice came from beside Ron.
"Uncle Kingsley, don't you know you're scary like this?"
Facing this tall wizard who was invisible in the dark, Ron's way of opening his mouth with only two rows of big teeth was really a bit hellish.
"But Arthur said that you are very courageous, the kind that is as big as the sky."
He chatted with Ron unhurriedly, and led him into a dark corridor.
"Hey, Dad badly criticized me. It's unbelievable." Ron sighed. Although this was indeed the truth, he had to struggle a bit.
"Fudge lost his temper after returning to the ministry. I heard it has something to do with your teacher?"
Although he was curious about how an honest guy like Kingsley would inquire about gossip, Ron also simply told him that after all, he was from his own family and had been double-authenticated by Dumbledore and his father.
"No wonder there was so much noise in the Auror's office, so it was."
"Then what happened to you this time? Dumbledore didn't tell me in detail, he asked me to ask you."
"We found a Horcrux, Voldemort's."
Kingsley's footsteps paused, Ron saw two rows of big white teeth appearing in the darkness, and Kingsley smiled happily silently.
"Go kid, just ahead, open that door, here is the first courtroom."
In the last chapter, I saw a comment about the number of wizards and Aurors. I replied twice but they were all swallowed. It hurt me.
But this needs to be said a little bit to avoid misunderstanding.
The explanation is rather long, but the conclusion is here: the number of resident wizards is directly proportional to the number of Aurors.
There are two types of personnel in the wizarding world, resident wizards and mobile wizards.
Resident wizards are people who have stable jobs and careers in the country, and most of them are employees of the Ministry of Magic, businessmen and nobles who own industries.
They are the recognized population of the country, and the total number is roughly [-]/[-] of the country's total population, including Muggles.
The population of England in the twentieth century was 3000 to 3000 million, and the resident wizards in the original book were more than [-], so take one ten-thousandth of it.
The more prosperous a country is, the more violent institutions they need to maintain social stability, not to mention the turbulent places, but the number of Aurors in England accounts for 20.00% to [-]% of the total number of resident wizards. It's not too much, there are many places where Aurors need to be stationed, the ones that can't go, so the number of Aurors that can be transferred will be severely reduced, unless the country is a scorched earth and there is no place that needs to be protected.
Itinerant wizards are because travel in the wizarding world is too convenient, and there is a great demand for wizards in various countries. Before a stable job is confirmed, all adult wizards are considered itinerant wizards.
For example, Bill is British, but he lives and works in Egypt. If he married a wife and had children there, is he still a British wizard?
This situation is very common, very common, permanent wizards do not represent the population of wizards in China, but represent the strength of the country
(End of this chapter)