HP: Slytherin disguise

Six o'clock in the morning.

UK, Ministry of Magic.

Ten floors underground.

Wizengamot courtroom.

Through the open door, wizards with solemn expressions walked in one after another.

at first.

All members of the Wizengamot wearing uniforms and robes.

More than ten minutes passed.

Those who came in were people from the International Federation of Wizards.

As the time came to seven o'clock.

More and more people appeared. They had different skin colors and very different faces, but their expressions were uniformly solemn and gloomy.

More panic and exhaustion.

After these people sit down in positions corresponding to their identities.

Basically he said nothing and had a sullen face.

There are also a few who sit together and talk.

Next to the first person in the middle of the opposite door, there are several escort positions.

now.

Several people were already sitting on it.

Their clothing and skin color are the most obvious differences.

Two of them were attacking each other in French. They were so noisy that they wanted to strangle each other to death on the spot.

And others.

He frowned, said nothing, and did not participate.

The entire courtroom.

It was extremely noisy.

At the same time, the eighth floor underground of the Ministry of Magic.

In the main hall.

This place was crowded with a group of wizards, and they were shouting.

At the expressionless Aurors.

Ask loudly.

He almost slapped her in the face, grabbed him by the collar and asked to be taken to the tenth floor underground to participate in the trial.

But obviously.

Those Aurors are not easy to mess with.

Once someone gets close.

Basically, they all have their wands raised, ready to cast spells.

"It's already this time, when can we go in?"

"Is the trial about to begin?"

"I'm a reporter. I'll go first. I'll report to you after I take the photos!"

"Fuck you, get out! Let's play!"

"The minister can't be an accomplice of the mysterious man. There must be a mistake! Let the minister go!"

"Why can they get in?! It's not fair!"

"They are members of the International Confederation of Wizards, high-level officials from the Ministry of Magic of other countries. How can you compare with them?"

……

The noise was piercing.

Someone strode out of the elevator.

It's Lester.

His face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his eyes were stern.

He walked straight towards those Aurors and gave them orders.

As he took the elevator away again.

One of the Aurors looked at the time.

He said coldly: "There are only ten elevators to the trial room."

"Enter one at a time, no crowding."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to signal.

The Auror holding back the crowd moved out of the way.

Almost instantly.

Those wizards rushed over one after another...

8am.

The courtroom was already packed.

This also made it even more noisy inside, and someone couldn't help but knock on the chair to signal for silence.

But no one cares.

"Why should there be a trial? Why don't we just imprison him in Azkaban..."

Hateful murmurs sounded.

Ron looked haggard and his eyes were dark.

Beside him were Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, including his sister Ginny.

At the front was Dumbledore, whose mood could not be discerned.

Harry followed beside him dejectedly.

The rest are members of the Order of the Phoenix.

As soon as the group entered the courtroom, there was a burst of exclamations and whispers.

They looked Harry over.

His eyes rested on the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

Dumbledore remained calm and led them to the empty space on one side and above.

After sitting down one after another.

Lupine tilted his head and softly comforted the depressed Harry.

But got no reply.

Everyone lowered their heads absentmindedly.

Dumbledore's eyes fell on the empty first place without any emotion.

As he looked over.

The first position is behind and above.

Several senior officials of the International Federation of Wizards who were sitting also looked at him.

Then he turned his head, stared at him and whispered something.

The trial at nine o'clock is approaching.

The empty first place also means that the president of the International Federation of Wizards will not be present.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

at this time.

A gentle, majestic voice sounded.

Attract everyone's attention.

The speaker was an old wizard in black robes next to the leader. He wore the badge of the International Federation of Wizards on his chest, and his identity was already obvious.

Standing up, he raised his hands.

Signaling for silence.

"This time, I represent the International Federation of Wizards as the chief judge."

"Have this trial."

"At the same time, the core participants this time."

"Including Undersecretary Brown of the United States Department of Magic, France..."

A series of character introductions gradually silenced the courtroom.

Shocked by this.

Has there ever been such a major trial in the magical world?

Participating representatives.

Almost all of them are important figures in the Ministry of Magic of various countries.

and so.

Are these things true?

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so serious, with so many high-level figures coming who don't often show up.

"At the same time, I would also like to thank these people for their participation."

At last.

The old wizard paid attention to Dumbledore and his party.

Then he sat down and checked the time.

Although the surroundings are no longer noisy.

But still, there was a low voice of conversation.

Some wizards stared at Dumbledore with angry eyes.

seem.

It seemed like he had done something outrageous.

The chatter finally died out completely.

The entire courtroom.

It was a bit scary to be quiet.

Crisp footsteps came.

Everyone's heart sank and they looked up at the entrance.

The same goes for Dumbledore, who has been silent.

As a group of cold-looking Aurors walked in, they stood in every corner of the trial room.

The protagonist of today’s trial.

Finally appeared.

He wasn't brought in, nor was he forced in.

But that's it.

He walked in slowly, flanked by two Aurors who looked like bodyguards.

rear.

Although there were also a dozen Aurors following him.

But it didn't look like he was being held and arrested at all.

On the contrary, it gives people the feeling of bringing subordinates into the venue.

The powerful aura made everyone in the trial room feel unprecedented pressure.

That is the pressure from the strong.

Spread invisibly.

Clenching his hands fiercely, Harry stared at the young man who walked in with red eyes.

Teeth clenched tightly.

Hatred spreads...

Dumbledore seemed unaware of Harry's mood.

Staring down the whole time.

The long hair that reaches his waist is swaying slightly. The boy's skin is snow-white, and his facial features are delicate and small. Just standing, he gives people the feeling of being trapped in a pack of wolves.

As for the hungry wolf…

who is it? Who could it be? It's them, everyone in the judgment seat...

Stand in the center and forward.

Draco raised his head slightly, his gray-blue eyes devoid of any emotion.

He just raised his eyes.

This caused the senior officials of the International Federation of Wizards and other deputy ministers of the Ministry of Magic in front to show different expressions.

But that look was not innocent.

It’s not a grievance either.

But indifference.

The Auror guarding on the left raised his hand before he realized it and held Draco's shoulder.

This is finally what it looks like, a trial...