Chapter 235 In Front of the Interrogation Room

After breakfast, the professors walked towards Hogsmeade village together, tightening their sleeves and preparing to Apparate multiple times.

"If there was not enough time, Minerva would definitely choose a flying broom." Professor Sprout whispered to Anthony, "She, like Albus, doesn't like Apparate very much."

Professor McGonagall walked at the front of the team, lowering her head to chat with Professor Flitwick. Anthony could only see her tightly tied bun.

"Is Minerva a good flyer?" Anthony asked.

"Very good." Professor Sprout said, "In the years when the Gryffindor Quidditch team was most short of people, if the head of the house could not join the house team, I was even worried that she would have to play on her own."

Anthony nodded and looked at Professor Sprout curiously.

"I'm a terrible flyer," Professor Sprout declared. "Filius is a little better than me, and I'm a little better than Severus. That's why we still don't agree to the dean joining the college Quidditch team."

Anthony shrugged: "What a pity."

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After a period of uncomfortable squeezing, Anthony stood at the door of the Ministry of Magic. Colleagues appeared one by one, each with their own prepared things. The staff of the Ministry of Magic watched in shock as a large group of professors walked into the hall, secretly exchanging glances, not knowing what was going on, and had to watch them step into the elevator.

There were other staff members in the elevator. Those people seemed very happy to see their former professors, but they were not used to being so close to them, so they kept leaning against the wall of the elevator. Anthony smiled at the people around him and made way to the other side to make more room for the other party.

Professor Flitwick chatted with them happily, asking about their recent situation, and Professor Sprout also asked a few questions curiously.

Professor McGonagall made some comments and suggestions, while Snape just watched coldly, making the person next to him even more embarrassed - the young man had to stand on tiptoe and reach over Snape's head to answer Professor Sprout's questions, and Snape would admire his teeth at this time. When the elevator stopped at his office floor, he squeezed past Snape, looking actually happy that he could start working.

The elevator continued to creak down. Two more people came up and then quickly went down.

Down - down - until there was a clang and the car stopped. The door opened with a bang, and Anthony followed the others out of the elevator. The trial was held in the tenth courtroom underground, too deep for the elevator to reach.

They walked down the empty corridor, and their footsteps echoed. Anthony had a strange feeling that he didn't like it here.

It was very quiet here, completely different from the bustling hall upstairs - "Department of Mysteries," Professor Flitwick told Anthony - and at the end of the corridor, there was another staircase that continued to go down. Anthony looked back and saw that the corridor was still empty, but he still felt very uncomfortable.

The torches beside the stairs were very dim, and the cold air shone through the rough stone walls. This didn't look like a way to a courtroom, but rather a stairway to a prison.

The further down they went, the more silent the professors became. Professor McGonagall strode down with a stern face, Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick silently looked at the walls around them, casting huge and strange shadows on the walls in the swaying, cold firelight, and Snape walked behind Anthony with a blank expression.

Finally, they came to the bottom of the stairs. Even Anthony could feel the cold. In front of them was another corridor, filled with the smell of cold, damp, wood and iron, the smell of a dungeon.

At the end of the corridor was a beautiful, warm golden red. Fawkes was on Dumbledore's shoulder, lowering his head to groom his feathers. Seeing Dumbledore's silver-white beard and hair, people seemed to be relieved.

"Aren't you going in, Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked, walking over quickly.

Dumbledore smiled warmly at them: "No, Minerva, I'm usually the last one to arrive... I think I came a little early today, so I decided to use this time to greet my professors."

"I'm at the door." Professor Flitwick said sharply, "You can find me anytime you need me."

Professor McGonagall said: "Of course, Filius."

As "irrelevant persons", they are usually not allowed to enter the courtroom, but Professor McGonagall and Anthony, as the parties who heard Peter's statement in person, are likely to attend as witnesses.

"Dementor's kiss, Minerva." Professor Sprout encouraged, patting Professor McGonagall's arm in front of the heavy black door of the courtroom.

Dumbledore frowned slightly. Snape asked softly, "Has the hatred for Dementors begun to gnaw at your kind heart again, Headmaster?"

"I do not like Dementors." Dumbledore said calmly, "but if that is really the decision of the Wizengamot, I will not go against it."

Snape made a little sound of doubt, but his attention was soon attracted by another person who hurried over, with hatred in his eyes.

Lupin looked thinner than the last time Anthony saw him, with a pale face, purple lips, neatly combed hair, and a faded wizard robe without patches. His eyes were frighteningly bright.

"I'm sorry, I'm late, Professor Dumbledore." He said, "The inspection in the hall took a while-because of my identity."

"You're not late, Remus," said Dumbledore. "In fact, I think you're just in time... we're getting ready to go in."

"Very well," said Lupine. He thrust his wand back into his waist and straightened up. At this moment, the fatigue that belonged to Lawton, Lambert or someone else suddenly disappeared from him.

Dumbledore put a purple robe on his body and opened the door. Fox suddenly turned into a ball of fire and disappeared.

As if the pause button had been pressed, the wizards and witches who were buzzing in the room suddenly fell silent and turned to look at them.

Professor Bubaji was talking to an old witch with a stern face at the edge of the auditorium. At this time, he raised his arms high, waved at them, and said loudly with a smile: "I thought you were going to be late."

"Of course not," Dumbledore said calmly, striding towards the highest chair.

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