Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Hogwarts, trial day.

After the last public trial, the little wizards are no strangers to trials.

In fact, for most underage wizards, it is obviously more interesting to watch the public trials of adults in advance than Quidditch matches.

After all, only two teams can participate in a Quidditch match at a time.

For example, when Gryffindor and Slytherin are fighting, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are a little bit unable to fit into the atmosphere on the court.

And watching a public trial doesn't have that problem.

Even if, in theory, all spectators, other than members of the Wizengamore Wizarding Court, did not have the right to vote, all spectators would think that they were, in fact, an important part of the trial—at least Also a witness.

On the other hand, compared to the last public trial of Peter Pettigrew, the number of people from the magical world who came to watch the trial has doubled.

This morning, before the students woke up from their sleep, reporters from major newspapers, radio stations, and magazines in the magic world had already arrived at the exclusive location on the Quidditch pitch and started debugging their equipment. The officials of the Ministry of Magic, such as Connelly Fudge, Emilia Burns and others, appeared in the auditorium halfway through the breakfast, and integrated into the meal very naturally.

Over time, a feeling of excitement spread around the Quidditch field like a palpable cloud.

Hundreds of wizards, Apparating in Hogsmeade Village, and then walking to the Quidditch pitch. Elena originally planned to provide a paid magical carriage service for those visitors, but under the strong opposition of Professor McGonagall, she finally gave up the idea.

It's not that the magic carriage can't be used by people outside the school. The main reason is that Elena's idea was originally a magic carriage that could be used for both passenger and cargo.

after all……

"What on earth are these people doing?" Cornelius Fudge said with a frown.

The number of people at the scene was much larger than he imagined, and it looked a lot weirder than he imagined.

Every few steps, there are peddlers pushing carts and carrying trays selling strange things there.

Some are glowing magic badges, some are simply cooked various dishes, snacks, snacks, and even magic hats of various colors.

In addition, binoculars, figurines, all kinds of simple toys, magic bubbles... This made Mr. Minister almost think that he came to the wrong place. This is not the scene of a public trial, but a joyful and relaxing ceremony - such as Say - the scene of a Quidditch World Cup match.

"Do they really know that this is a public trial, not a hilarious, casual garden scene?"

"Well, I think they should know, Mr. Minister."

Emily Burns said softly, and glanced strangely at a small vendor closest to them.

In the peddler's car, there were a bunch of glowing magic badges.

Just as they were talking, the peddler was introducing his merchandise to other wizards, which seemed to be a magic button that could be adjusted:

Press it and it will turn green, showing innocence. Press it again and it will turn red and the words on it will turn guilty.

"It's ridiculous, what about the students? What are they doing?"

Connelly said angrily, turning his head and looking to the other side.

More than a dozen Gryffindor students rode broomsticks, whizzing past them.

Everyone's wand was tightly held in their hands, as if they were going to participate in a war.

They looked seriously at the people below, who kept entering the Quidditch pitch.

"Oh, they're patrolling their potato field, the area next to the Quidditch ball factory, which is Gryffindor House's own potato field. During the last trial of Peter Pettigrew, several adult wizards spoiled the potatoes. Potatoes in the field, you almost forgot about the fight?"

This time, Professor McGonagall took the initiative to answer Cornelius Fudge's question.

She raised her head, glanced at the students who were nervously patrolling the sky, and sighed helplessly.

Compared with the little wizards of other academies, the students of Gryffindor are obviously a bit clumsy.

For example...

"What are those students doing over there? What are they selling?"

"Oh, Ravenclaw College, this year's orchard has a bumper harvest, and they plan to take this opportunity to consume a little stock.

Professor McGonagall shrugged and explained without hesitation, "As for Slytherin and Hufflepuff, they have cooked some special dishes that are only available in their own academies, and are going to take this opportunity to make a little money for themselves. Pocket money, I think it's a good thing."

"...I don't think so. The trial is a serious matter. This is now..."

Cornelius Fudge frowned heavily, as if he wanted to criticize.

However, his words stopped abruptly when he was halfway through.

Because a group of reporters suddenly appeared in front, Cornelius Fudge skillfully smiled at the camera.

"Mr. Minister, what do you think of this public trial? Will this become a new way of trial for the Ministry of Magic in the future?"

"If necessary, we will consider the next one."

"Compared with the last public trial, the number of participants this time is obviously much larger. What do you think this means?"

"This is a very good phenomenon, which shows that all sectors of society are paying more and more attention to the changes that are taking place in our society."

"Mr. Minister, I also have a question..."

As Cornelius Fudge and his party appeared at the entrance of the Quidditch pitch.

The reporters waiting around rushed up like they smelled **** sharks.

However, Connelly and others were not panicked, because most of the questions had been shown to them before they were asked, and the questions they answered at this time were all prepared in advance before coming here. Everything is but a game. Just arranged the show.

As for questions that weren't in the plan, they could just pretend not to hear.

After all, the number of reporters at the scene is simply too many...

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Meanwhile, on the other side.

Elena is in charge of receiving and guiding the parents of the students.

More precisely, some parents of important students have been screened.

"Wait, this is the Quidditch pitch?" Lucius Malfoy raised his head and looked at the huge stadium in front of him in shock.

Judging from the appearance and outline, this is indeed somewhat similar to the Quidditch pitch in his memory, but...

"This should be a simple magic expansion, temporary—"

Seeing the shocked expression on Malfoy's face, Mr. Weasley explained triumphantly.

"Malfoy, you really should know the latest magic knowledge, we often use this technology now."

"The current venue can accommodate up to 100,000 people—".

Elena explained casually that he didn't want these two old enemies to quarrel again at the entrance of the Quidditch stadium.

"Special magical reinforcements have been carried out on the field, as well as magical protection from the power of the castle, and the space inside is actually about five times larger than the external vision - future Quidditch matches are also planned to use this extended field, because The broom of the future is flying too fast."

"Flying too fast?" Mr. Granger asked curiously, looking around.

"I heard that some models can break the speed of sound—"

Before Elena could speak, Benitez answered worriedly while turning over the fold in his hand.

"To be honest, I don't think this is a good thing. Supersonic flight is somewhat out of line as a campus sport..."

"Those are mostly rumors... The broomsticks in the school are still normal."

Hermione glanced at Elena calmly, and the currently known supersonic broomsticks are also Elena's Valkyrie armor.

As for the conceptual models of SUGOYI flying brooms, although the theoretical values ​​can be reached, due to various reasons, there is no way to solve the problems of "human-machine interaction" and safety performance - after all, supersonic flight is not just a straight line, there are many accidents in the air of.

While talking, everyone quickly came to the top-level private room that Elena had reserved for everyone in advance.

Three house-elves stood around the room, one at the door, one in the middle, and one by the stand.

The air in front has also undergone special magic treatment, forming a thin film similar to a transparent air barrier.

The picture in the field below can be zoomed in, zoomed in, and rotated at any time. At the same time, this film also has a certain degree of magic protection:

This is a new feature that appeared after the "magicization" of Hogwarts Castle, which Elena calls the Hogwarts Shield.

"But speaking of it... oh, thank you—"

Mr. Granger took a glass of iced lemonade from the house-elf tray, confused.

"Hogwarts, um, do I mean that there is such a traditional culture of 'public trials' in the wizarding world?"

"I remember it seems to be the same last time - it seems that your government and schools often organize students to watch trials..."

"Actually, this situation is quite rare. The last time, it was because Peter Pettigrew happened to be arrested in the castle."

Elena explained earnestly. She glanced at Mr. Aibo, who was looking at him curiously, and nodded politely.

"I heard from professors that Peter Pettigrew is a very dangerous and cunning dark wizard, and the Ministry of Magic and Professor Dumbledore were worried that he would escape during the **** or be silenced by others, so they made an exception at Hogwarts Castle. Trial...by the way, I also paid tribute to the heroes of the past."

"Then this time—"

"This time, um, it seems to be the result of a discussion between the Ministry of Magic and Professor Lockhart."

Elena tried her best to show a hint of confusion, with a somewhat uncertain tone in her voice.

"Professor Lockhart was the teacher of our grammar class before. Perhaps, there are some considerations in this regard?"

"Because Gilderoy Lockhart wants to run for Minister of Magic - I guess Fudge would have eaten him raw."

At this moment, Lucius Malfoy said quietly, and he glanced at Mr. Granger.

In the past, he wouldn't even have stayed in the same room as a Muggle, let alone looked at it or answered any questions.

However, times have changed—Malfoy knew exactly how to serve a Demon Lord.

Maybe he can't get close to Muggles, but at least he won't deliberately anger the lady at this time.

"Fudge?"

"Connelly Fudge, the current Minister of Magic~www.readwn.com~ is under impeachment-"

Lucius Malfoy explained casually, looking thoughtfully at the row of gold-red high chair seats below.

"Look, the Wizengamore Court is well prepared. If nothing else happens, they plan to keep Lockhart in jail for the rest of their lives."

"Indefinite imprisonment?! What crime did that Professor Lockhart commit?"

Mr. Granger asked curiously, frowning and looking suspiciously at the center of the empty field below.

There was an uncomfortable-looking table, surrounded by a fence.

It reminded him of the interrogation bench in the courtroom that some customers had heard about.

"He killed? Or... raped?!"

"Oh, maybe ten thousand times more serious than those things—"

Lucius shook his head, glanced at Mr. Granger's exquisite woolen coat, and said softly with some playfulness.

"Lockhart tried to let Muggles know about magic and break the secrecy law. Half a century ago, this was a capital crime that was enough to be executed on the spot!"

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