This Hogwarts is not normal

night.

Hermione tossed and turned in bed without falling asleep for a long time.

The conversation after Defense Against the Dark Arts class kept popping up in her mind automatically.

"I'd rather destroy all the books that record black magic, but it will only make wizards more depressed—"

Both Grindelwald and Voldemort are typical rebels.

They both believed that magic was free and shouldn't be hiding from Muggles like mice.

As long as the wizards are still living under depression, rebels with more extreme ideas will definitely appear again?

She couldn't refute Vincent at the time.

Even when she thought about dawn, she couldn't think of an excuse.

Who is right and who is wrong, the answer may only be left to the future.

"The Greengrass family is just the beginning..."

With anticipation for the future, she slept lightly for more than three hours.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, the auditorium.

Fred and George couldn't help joking when they saw the pair of big dark circles:

"Oh, aren't you so excited that you can't sleep?"

"After all, I'm going to explore the bat cave~ I can understand~"

Hermione bit off the corner of the toast viciously, "He's already set off?"

"As early as half an hour ago." Cedric held up the mithril suitcase in his hand, "He said that all the tools are in it, and he said he would try to hold people back as much as possible."

"Oh." She took a sip of milk in peace, and finished the toast in two or three strokes.

"Let's go!" Rove walked in the front with Groot, who had gained a lot of weight.

The "Three Lights" operation officially started.

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The ninth basement level of the Ministry of Magic.

Walk through the hallway leading to the Department of Mysteries, and one floor down is the Wizengamot's courtroom.

Vincent followed Dumbledore and Snape, always feeling that the black tiles here were very out of place with the walls.

The walls were bare, without decorations or windows.

Under the dim light of the torch, he felt that the Department of Mysteries was more like a top-secret base than an ordinary research department.

"Professor, what are they studying?"

Dumbledore glanced at Snape first, "Some things we still don't fully understand, such as death, such as love."

Vincent roughly understood why it was black.

Muggles also have a similar organization called "CERN", the full name is the European Organization for Nuclear Research.

Some of the research topics there are very dangerous, such as black holes and antimatter.

If the Large Hadron Collider succeeds in knocking out one of them, the poor Earth may be sucked clean before the black hole disappears, or it will be completely annihilated under the action of antimatter.

While unlikely, these possibilities do exist.

Therefore, at the entrance of CERN's headquarters, there stands a statue of Shiva, which symbolizes destruction.

The belief of wizards is Merlin, which is magic itself.

What black symbolizes can only be nothingness.

Vincent, who was standing in front of a black door, seemed eager to go in and have a look.

"Professor Dumbledore, is there any threshold for working in it?"

"A brilliant mind, and a mouth that can never be pried open."

You can't talk about the job content, and you can't disclose any research topics.

Silent person is the most suitable title for them.

Vincent looked away with little interest.

Compared to working and mixing in, he is more willing to go in openly like Dumbledore.

Achievement points are not enough, just keep looking forward.

There is a gap in the wall not far to the left of the black door, which is the only staircase leading to the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic.

Inside are rough stone walls, brackets and torches that are older than the Department of Mysteries on the upper level.

There were also no decorations or windows along the sides of the corridor, just the heavy wooden doors leading to the courtrooms.

In the innermost chamber stood four members of the Wizengamot in fuchsia robes.

Seeing three people walking towards this side, the two at the back gently pushed open the door.

The walls were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and gloomy.

The tenth courtroom is surrounded by rows of benches, which are arranged in steps.

The most conspicuous thing is a chair with a chain in the middle of the bottom.

Lockhart will sit on it later to be judged by the Supreme Wizarding Court and the Magical Law Committee.

Vincent's eyes scanned the rows of benches, and settled on the auditorium at the top.

The seats were full, and the reporter was indeed present.

Those in the middle should belong to the Sacred 28 family.

The chunky middle-aged wizard sitting next to Lucius is most likely the old Parkinson.

He was like Pansy—Pansy looked a lot like him.

Further out, the two tall people who are not like wizards can only be old Crabbe and old Goyle.

At this moment, Vincent seemed to see the future.

The middle-aged Draco has soft blond hair, sitting next to Pansy who inherited his father's "good" genes...

He shuddered subconsciously, followed Dumbledore under Snape's mocking gaze, and sat on the witness stand in the first row on the left.

Not long after sitting down, the door was pushed open again.

They are the twenty members of the Wizengamot, clad in fuchsia robes, and representatives of the Supreme Wizarding Court with legislative and judicial functions.

Dumbledore was one of the members, but this time he appeared in court as a witness.

He was replaced by special advisor Dorje.

They sat in the second and third rows on the left, and Vincent found many acquaintances inside.

A few minutes later, members of the Magical Law Council in black robes arrived.

In the lead was Fudge, followed by the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones.

Walking with her was a thin, middle-aged wizard with short gray hair combed neatly.

Dumbledore saw Vincent's curiosity, "He is the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, Barty Crouch."

This is a foreign ministry boss.

Curiosity has not been extinguished, but has become more vigorous.

"Barty used to be the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but unfortunately he was transferred to another position 12 years ago because of his son's problems."

12 years ago could only have been Voldemort's business.

The only way to get the old father out of the real power department is to join or participate in the actions of the Death Eaters.

He saw unconcealable sadness in Dumbledore's eyes.

Either being exposed by outsiders, or to protect oneself wisely, or to kill relatives righteously.

Vincent nodded secretly.

Old Batty's stern and regular demeanor doesn't look like a smooth and sophisticated person.

"The first hearing in the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets case has officially begun—"

Senator of the Wizengamot, Bellus Ogden rose,

"The accused please attend."

Lockhart, dressed in plain linen, was escorted by two wizard guards and sat on the chair in the middle of the courtroom.

Those chains wound up automatically.

"Heads up, accused people."

As soon as Ogden finished speaking, everyone could see Lockhart's pale and thin face.

Half a month later, he was no longer that well-known wizard with titles.

Even though he was very haggard, his eyes were full of stubbornness.

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