Scott sat on the stool and watched the wizard who maliciously threatened him turn and leave.
After a long time, he turned his head and watched Milton’s father walking towards him.
Out of politeness, he stood up and greeted him proactively, “Hello, Mr. Graves.”
“Hello.”
Mr. Graves sat directly on the stool next to him with a gentle smile on his face.
“Your name is Scott, right? Sit down.”
He put on a very friendly look.
“Yes.”
Scott sat down as instructed.
Mr. Graves added: “Milton often talks about you in front of me. You are very good friends, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Milton is my good friend.” Scott replied, while giving him a surprised look.
“Of course,” Mr. Graves explained, “I mean in the past, Milton used to talk about you a lot.”
Scott was a little confused.
He didn’t understand why Mr. Graves came over to tell him this, so he smiled awkwardly.
As if he didn’t notice Scott’s embarrassment, Mr. Graves asked in a caring tone, “Are you okay? The person who just spoke to you is Amycus Caro, the defendant Elijah Caro uncle.”
“I’m fine.” Scott replied, “This is the Ministry of Magic, and Professor Dumbledore is here. He doesn’t dare to do anything to me.”
Mr. Graves nodded, “That’s good.”
He turned sideways, leaned closer, and told Scott in a low voice, “Amicus Carlo and Alecto Carlo, the witch who was kicked out by Minister Fudge before, are twins. They were both notorious. A Death Eater who later relied on fabricating lies to avoid being imprisoned in Azkaban.”
After saying this, he sat upright again and reached out to pat Scott on the shoulder, “I hope you can be more careful, especially when you leave Hogwarts during the holidays.”
“Thank you for the reminder.” Scott nodded slightly and said gratefully.
Mr. Graves added: “This trial is a bit strange. Even Secretary Fudge did not expect that the second half would go as smoothly as it did.”
Indeed, Scott thought, although the trial was over and the Wizengamot had successfully convicted Elijah Carrow, he always felt a little strange after watching the whole process.
Although the other party refused to plead guilty and prepared some means, there was always a feeling that the whole thing was not finished yet.
and……
Carlo’s accusations against him and Mr. B’s confident and threatening letters aroused his curiosity but ended in nothing.
In short, Scott now has a lot of questions that he can’t figure out.
“Is Milton okay?”
Mr. Graves asked seemingly casually.
Scott came to his senses.
“He’s fine.” He said solemnly.
“That’s good.” Mr. Graves laughed again.
At this moment, he looked like an ordinary father.
In this regard, Scott once again had doubts in his heart.
“He has gotten what he wanted, hasn’t he?” Mr. Graves lowered his voice very low, “Tell him for me and let him take the path he wants to take.”
Without waiting for a surprised expression to appear on Scott’s face, he patted Scott on the shoulder again, then stood up and left the auditorium.
Scott watched him walk up to Fudge, chatting with him in a low voice, and quickly blended into the group of Wizengamot members.
Scott looked at the somewhat absurd scene below.
There are a total of fifty Wizengamot members, but they are divided into three distinct gangs.
One group was led by Fudge and Mr. Graves, another group was led by Dumbledore and Bones, and the rest also formed their own group.
Scott was thinking as he observed these people.
Mr. Graves knows? Did you know that Milton had gotten his musical talent back?
Scott could only think of one possibility—perhaps Medea, who once presided over the oath, had sensed it.
Also, Mr. Graves’ attitude…
He didn’t seem to care about Milton at all.
Looking back on Milton’s family misfortune, Scott guessed that there might be something hidden in it.
While he was making random guesses, Dumbledore walked out of the crowd and waved to him.
Scott quickly stood up and ran all the way to Dumbledore’s side.
“Professor,” he asked, “Are we going back?”
Dumbledore nodded and led him directly out of the courtroom.
After walking out of the courtroom, Dumbledore’s Wizengamot costume once again transformed into a wizard robe with a star pattern.
“Are you okay?” Dumbledore asked as he walked away. “I just saw two gentlemen taking the initiative to talk to you.”
Scott walked closer to him and whispered to Dumbledore what Amycus Carrow and Mr. Graves had said to him.
Dumbledore said: “Mr. Graves is right. The Carrow brothers and sisters were both extremely vicious Death Eaters, and they still are.”
“I’ll be careful,” Scott said.
Dumbledore sighed softly.
“The current situation is not good.” He said helplessly, “After the summer vacation, Filius will be responsible for sending you away, just like last summer.”
Scott responded.
He thought for a while and said to Dumbledore: “I heard that you rejected the position of Minister of Magic. I feel that maybe the current Ministry of Magic needs a minister like you.”
Look what a mess the Ministry of Magic is in.
Dumbledore shook his head, “I’m old, and there aren’t that many people who will support me becoming a minister.”
Scott thought about the current situation of the Ministry of Magic and understood that what Dumbledore said was true. Unless there was a real popular election, it would be difficult for Dumbledore to seek the position of Minister of Magic even with Dumbledore’s prestige.
Seeing his silence, Dumbledore just smiled indifferently.
He also asked Scott with great interest, “What do you think of today’s trial?”
Scott told the truth, “It can be seen from this trial that the Ministry of Magic is in complete chaos and is almost unable to shoulder its responsibilities.”
“Yes.” Dumbledore sighed again, “Even a little wizard like you can see it clearly…”
While talking, the two walked up the stairs from the tenth underground floor to the ninth underground floor, then walked through the dark corridor and came to an elevator door.
After a while, the elevator door opened, and a wizard with a disheveled face walked in with a sad face.
“Good morning, Albus.” He stepped out of the elevator and greeted Dumbledore in a melancholy and deep tone. “Is the trial over today?”
Dumbledore said: “Hello, Baldur. It’s over.”
Bode curiously asked about the outcome of the trial, and then said goodbye to Dumbledore.
When Scott entered the elevator, he turned to look at him and found that Mr. Bode was also looking back at him.
The two looked at each other, and Mr. Bode forced a friendly smile with a sad look on his face.
The elevator door closes.
Scott asked Dumbledore curiously, “Professor, who is that gentleman?”
Dumbledore said: “Broderick Baldur is a silent man who works in the Department of Mysteries.”
Hearing the name, Scott’s eyes flickered for a moment.
Broderick Bode?
Is it a coincidence?
Although Mr. Bode was not in the courtroom, his name…
The elevator door opened, and Scott followed Dumbledore out of the elevator and back to the spacious foyer.
Dumbledore introduced Scott to the work of the Department of Mysteries as he walked.
“…No one has ever known what they are doing, and their mission is top secret. The wizards who work there are called the Silent Ones.”
“Wizards have discovered that there is an innate magic that exists in a form that is obviously difficult to explain, and even more difficult, so to speak, impossible to control. The Silent People will be responsible for exploring and experimenting with those mysterious powers.”
On the way to the fireplace, Dumbledore whispered some secret information to him.
“The Department of Mysteries is divided into many rooms. The Hall of Brains studies thinking, the Hall of Death studies death, the Hall of Time studies time, the Planetary Room studies the stars, and the Hall of Prophecy stores prophecies.”
“There is also a special room there, which is always locked. There is a power inside that is more magical and terrifying than death, human wisdom, and the power of nature.”
“Perhaps the most mysterious of the many subjects to be studied in the Department of Mysteries is that many people have all the energy in that room, and some have none. That energy is love.”
After Dumbledore said this, he walked into the fireplace with a smile.
“Hogwarts Headmaster’s Office.”
Green flames rose up, and Scott followed closely behind, returning to the headmaster’s office at Hogwarts.
“It’s still some time until lunch.”
Dumbledore walked behind the desk and sat down, waving to Scott.
“Sit down and have a cup of tea with me.”
Scott sat down obediently, took a sip of the hot black tea that appeared in front of him.
Dumbledore said to him again in a casual tone: “Do you have any thoughts about today’s trial that you haven’t said yet?”
Scott glanced at him first, then nodded.
“I suspect they…I mean Voldemort and the Death Eaters are planning a prison break,” he said softly.
Dumbledore had an interested expression on his face and motioned for him to continue.
Scott did not hide some of his conjectures.
“Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the attacks that happened not long ago were carried out by Voldemort and Death Eaters.”
“I think that with a powerful enemy like Medea coveting his soul, it is impossible for Voldemort, who has not yet completely recovered his strength, to do such a thing just to cause panic to everyone.”
“While I don’t know the exact reason, I think he took the risk to do something like this in order to regain his strength as quickly as possible.”
Dumbledore nodded repeatedly.
“A very reasonable guess,” he said.
Scott continued his speculation.
“Judging from the results of today’s trial, compared to the Death Eaters, Medea’s power has gained the upper hand.”
“But many more and more loyal Death Eaters are in Azkaban now.”
“If Voldemort successfully regains his strength, it is impossible for him to give up this power that belongs to him.”
“The Carrow brothers and sisters, who are Death Eaters, probably knew about Voldemort’s plan to rob the prison, so they did not stand firm in the courtroom to the end.”
Dumbledore nodded again.
This time he did not comment on Scott’s guess, but asked him directly.
“How would you handle this if it were you?”
Scott thought for a while and replied: “The possibilities I can think of, Medea should also be able to think of.”
He shook his head.
“Medea has lost the opportunity to defeat Voldemort before he fully regained his strength.”
“If Voldemort can’t be found, she will probably choose to keep an eye on Azkaban.”
“If this continues, a war…a war between the Death Eaters and the entire coven will begin in Azkaban.”
At this point, he finally got to the point.
“If it were me…” He raised his head and looked directly into Dumbledore’s eyes, “This is an opportunity to catch them all in one fell swoop while they both suffer losses.”
Seeing that Dumbledore didn’t speak, he added, “Besides, Azkaban is the most suitable battlefield because there is not a single innocent person there.”
Given the looseness of the Ministry of Magic’s laws, ordinary crimes are not eligible to be sent to Azkaban. Those who can be sent there are extremely vicious people.
“What a child who can be cruel!”
Before Dumbledore could speak, a rough voice came from the side.
“But I like it!”
Scott looked around and saw the bald wizard looking at him with admiration in the portrait on the wall.
It’s not just him, all the former principals in the portrait are looking at him at this time.
Of course, only some people appreciated it, and some showed disapproval on their faces.
But Scott didn’t pay attention to the looks of these people.
Dumbledore asked him what he thought and he told the truth, nothing more.
Under the premise that the old principal already understood his character, there was no need or the ability for him to pretend to be a kind-hearted fool.
Dumbledore still didn’t comment on Scott’s thoughts.
He was just silent for a while, then turned into a cheerful person and started chatting with Scott.
At least he looks cheerful on the surface.
Scott left the principal’s office before lunch started.
He went straight to the auditorium to join his roommates.
As soon as the three roommates saw him, they couldn’t wait to pull him to a deserted corner of the auditorium.
Eddie asked anxiously, “Scott, is the trial over? What was the result?”
“Has Carlo been sent to Azkaban?” Roger couldn’t help but ask.
“It’s over.” Scott replied with a smile, “Carlo was sentenced to life in prison!”
“Very good!”
“He deserves it!”
Eddie and Roger both laughed.
Milton also said happily; “This way you don’t have to worry about encountering this kind of thing again in the future.”
Scott looked at Milton and remembered his conversation with Mr. Graves.
So he quietly told Milton about their conversation.
“Did he really say that?” Milton’s expression was very complicated after hearing this, and he was a little unbelievable.
Scott nodded.
Milton murmured: “It turns out he still cares about me.”
His eyes were red and he burst into tears.
