Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue - Chapter 1302

Meanwhile, the box where everyone from the Ministry of Magic is.

“Is there a little too many people? Professor McGonagall—”

Emily Burns, director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, said worriedly.

She was standing on the edge of the box looking down at this moment, a scene she could never imagine.

The Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts has undergone a special magical transformation. Countless seats surround the oval Quidditch pitch and are arranged in a staircase shape. Thousands of wizards are sitting one after another – this is comparable The trial of Peter Pettigrew last year was too crowded and noisy.

“Well, yes, obviously – fortunately, the school has considered this.”

Professor McGonagall said with a smile, pointed to the shimmering seats around him, and proudly introduced.

“Hogwarts Castle is a magical castle. Not long ago, we found a way to ‘live’ it.”

“Using the magic of ‘Hogwarts’, we temporarily remodeled the Quidditch pitch, using magic to create additional spectator seating between the original stand columns. The maximum capacity of the Quidditch pitch is also From the original 2,000 people to about 30,000 people.”

“Of course, I admit that there may be a bit more visitors today, but we have other contingency plans-”

Professor McGonagall pointed around the Quidditch pitch and was about to introduce the magic crystal ball’s real-time broadcast and audio-visual synchronization functions.

The “Magic Web” of Hogwarts is not just “Squib Gospel”, it has made many alchemy achievements that only existed in theory have a realistic soil – those in the Alchemy Workshop of Nicole Lemay Alchemy blueprints can build a miniature magic wizard Eden.

As a member of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall soon realized the charm of those new-age magical achievements.

However, Alilia Burns is obviously not in the mood to understand those epoch-making products for the time being.

“You may not understand what I mean, Professor McGonagall.”

Ms. Burns shook her head and looked solemnly at the crowded stands below.

“Gilderoy Lockhart is suspected of possessing the power of a ‘Demon King’, and a public trial is actually a very dangerous thing.”

“Whether it is Lockhart’s uncontrollability, or some behaviors that may appear in the surrounding people…”

“Don’t worry, Hogwarts today is the safest place in the wizarding world.”

Before Ms. Burns could finish speaking, Cornelius Fudge said with a smile, in a very relaxed tone.

“Before the trial, Kingsley and I came to the school to test the protective measures at Hogwarts.”

“Did you see the stone platform below? Well, it’s the one with the questioning table.”

Connelly pointed to the bottom, looking from their commanding position, a small special area was circled in the center of the field.

“Lockhart will be judged there in a while. That area has undergone special magical protection. Once any accident occurs in Lockhart or outside the field, we can directly activate the magical protection in that area and instantly cut off the inside and outside of the barrier. The Misters of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters and the Aurors have assessed the strength of the protection – even a wizard like Dumbledore can’t break through that area within forty-five minutes.”

“Why forty-five minutes—”

Ms. Burns frowned and looked at Connelly Fudge with some confusion.

“Because that magical barrier can only last for half an hour,” Professor McGonagall shrugged. “Of course, the shortest time is forty-five minutes. Once it’s turned on, no one can break it – whether from outside or inside. Create this magic people call it…”

Professor McGonagall looked thoughtfully at a box next to him, and said softly with some admiration.

“…Hogwarts magic amber.”

“Forty-five minutes is enough time for us to recruit enough people to surround this area with three layers inside and three layers outside.”

Cornelius Fudge said triumphantly, pulling out a glass bead lingering with shimmering light from his bosom.

“This is the barrier switch, and I, Professor McGonagall, and Kingsley have one.”

“If there is a special situation, we can immediately activate the magic and lock that guy in that… um, magic amber.”

“But……”

“Why, is that Mr. Ogden over there? I think we’d better go down now—”

Ms. Burns seemed to have some concerns, but by this time Cornelius Fudge had stood up.

On the entry trail below, more than a dozen wizards in purple wizard robes filed in – they were members of the Wizengamore Wizarding Court.

The Wizengamore Tribunal was born even earlier than the Ministry of Magic. It is equivalent to the high court and parliament of the magical society. Its status is second only to the International Confederation of Wizards. Even Cornelius Fudge has to be careful to receive them… His The impeachment proposal will also be decided by Wizengamore.

Of course, today he stands with the gentlemen of the Wizengamore Court:

Lockhart’s words and deeds seriously threatened the Statute of Secrecy, and the International Federation of Wizards issued a death order for heavy sentences.

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Meanwhile, the Quidditch player tunnel.

Lockhart is under the watch of the Aurors for a final routine check.

The person in charge of the scene was Kingsley, and beside him were six or seven Aurors holding wands.

As head of the “acting” Auror office, Kingsley not only had to make sure that Lockhart was not carrying a dangerous weapon – especially a wand, but also that his mental state and body were free from magical interference and manipulation, and that he had no Provide Wizengamore with inspection results.

Very few mainstream, vetted news outlets have been given the right to film and record the entire process.

“Cough-cough — please be quiet for a while…”

Kingsley Shacklebolt frowned and waved to the reporters beside him to temporarily stop the discussion.

“Okay, Mr. Lockhart.”

He glanced at Lockhart, cleared his throat, and said seriously.

“According to the rules of the Wizengamore Court and the Ministry of Magic, now, I will give you one last notice.”

“As the defendant in this trial, you must answer the presiding judge’s questions truthfully and clearly.”

“Any intentional disturbance of order, violence … and other violations of law may result in emergency measures by the Aurors on the sidelines.”

“After the trial, the on-site Auror will decide to return your wand in accordance with the judgment of the Wizengamore Court and the Ministry of Magic, or seize the wand and **** you directly to the Azkaban Wizarding Prison. The intent and behavior of casting spells will be judged by me as malicious intent.”

“Do you have any questions now? If not—”

“Is there a lot of people outside? Is the venue big?”

Lockhart raised his head and looked at the light outside the passage.

“Are you sure the audience on the sidelines can hear my voice?”

“This is a public trial~www.mtlnovel.com~ not a pantomime, or a Ministry performance, right?”

“When Minister Fudge announces the start of the trial, there will be an Auror who will cast a loudspeaker spell on you.”

Kingsley Shacklebolt said calmly, glaring sternly at Lockhart and raising his wand.

“Don’t think about it, I will stare at you from the side—”

“Oh, I’m not a bad guy, Mr. Shacklebolt.”

Lockhart said with a smile, turning his head and smiling at the reporter who was taking pictures beside him.

Immediately afterwards, he stood up from the chair and unhurriedly sorted out the folds on the robe.

“I don’t have any other questions, can we go now?”

“Certainly, the gentlemen of Wizengamore have arrived.”

Kingsley said in a deep voice, and nodded towards the surrounding Aurors.

Under the surveillance and **** of the Aurors, Lockhart opened the door and strode toward the outside field.

The new era…he is here.

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Goo~