Harry lived in 12 Grimmauld Place for the next few days.
He found that his days here were no different from those at Dursley's House and even less free.
In order to ensure his safety and the secrecy of the Order of the Phoenix, both Lupin and Sirius told Harry to try not to go out.
Although the entire ancestral home of the Black family is not small, after staying here for two days, Harry has completely dull.
Here Harry also met a house elf named Kreacher, an elf of the Black family.
His relationship with Sirius was not very good, and he looked down on many people.
But upon hearing that Harry and Alvin were good friends, Kreacher immediately became more than a notch enthusiastic about him.
And the night before the trial, Harry fell into anxiety again.
He is afraid that the magical community will abandon him, then all his friends and his life will cease to exist.
He was going to return to that small room on Privet Drive and spend the next few years miserably.
Then he was kicked out of the house by the Dursleys as an adult.
Under such tension, Harry fell asleep in a daze, and he heard Ron babbling in his dreams while he was in a daze.
"Wake up, Harry. It's time for us to go."
Arthur awakened Harry in his sleep, and in his dream, he saw the long corridor and the locked door, causing the tingling of the scar.
He didn't tell anyone and didn't want to cause them panic.
If Mrs. Weasley found out, he would be better protected.
Thinking in a self-deprecating manner, Harry casually ate breakfast while Tonks and Lupin were chatting in a low voice.
It seemed to be about Scrimgeour, the Head of Auror Office.
"Don't be too nervous. Just tell the truth, even underage wizards can use magic when their lives are threatened."
Harry smiled at him, telling Sirius not to worry.
After dinner, Arthur took Harry out of Grimmauld Place with great interest.
"I usually Apparate to work, but I haven't been able to bring anyone with me, so we're going the Muggle way."
The two bought subway tickets, and when they passed the ticket gate, Arthur made some jokes, but they still stumbled to their destination.
"Mr. Weasley, are you sure the Ministry of Magic is around here?"
Arthur obsessively looked at the high-rise buildings around him and responded casually. "Yes Harry, I come here to work every day, trust me."
Harry opened his mouth and wanted to say that you Apparate every day and know a shit.
Sure enough, his foreboding came to pass, and the two of them took a long time to find the entrance to the Ministry of Magic - a red phone booth.
As Arthur dialed a few times, the interior of the phone booth turned into an elevator and sank into the ground.
After about a minute, the elevator stopped moving, the door was opened, and a golden hall appeared in front of you.
Crossing the fountain in the middle of the hall, Harry swept over the golden statues in the center of the fountain, which he had some doubts were made of solid gold.
"This is Harry Potter, and the Ministry has asked him to come to trial today."
Arthur said to a witch at the front desk. Hearing Harry's name, the witch looked at him curiously and handed him a small silver coin.
"It's got your name and reason for coming to the Ministry of Magic. Keep it, and don't lose it."
Arthur commanded Harry and led him onwards.
Afraid of losing himself, Harry followed Arthur closely into an elevator. The elevator was already crowded with people. Arthur was a little strange.
"Bob, why are there so many people today?"
A wizard holding a cardboard box replied casually. "Today, there is a distinguished guest from the Ministry, and Minister Fudge asks everyone to arrive on time."
Arthur thought about it, and it seemed that he did receive such a letter two days ago. Still, he needed to come early every day because only two people were in the entire department.
But now, he was keenly aware of the problem. Who came to the Ministry of Magic and needed Fudge to do such a thing?
Harry stood silently by the side, and suddenly, when the elevator reached the third floor, he heard a familiar voice and hurried out.
"Harry, we're not here yet!"
Arthur shouted, but Harry didn't hear him, and he had to chase it.
There was still some time before the trial, and Arthur wasn't in a hurry, but he didn't know why Harry was doing it.
"Hermione, Ms. Greengrass's Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes is definitely one of the most important departments of the Ministry of Magic. It was responsible for being first on the scene when magical spells went wrong or when Muggles became aware of the wizarding activity."
Alvin was introduced to Hermione. As a member of the Wizengamot, he needed to attend the trial of Harry.
Hermione has been living at Alvin's house for a while. After hearing that he is going to the Ministry of Magic, Hermione is also interested.
She knew everything that happened during the summer vacation. Hermione wondered why Fudge, an idiot, could still be a Minister of Magic.
Therefore, she wanted a closer look at the operations of the Ministry of Magic.
After begging Alvin for a while and getting lucky once Alvin agreed.
He wanted to tell Hermione that he would have agreed without her having to do it.
But in the end, Alvin didn't say it. He was afraid Hermione would feel embarrassed.
That's how Alvin brought Hermione to the Ministry of Magic early in the morning and visited it layer by layer.
Because he told Fudge in advance, in order to get closer to Alvin, Fudge specially made Cho's parents his guide today.
This made Alvin speechless, wishing to pry Fudge's brain open to see what was inside.
You asked the parents of one of my girlfriends to be a tour guide for my other girlfriend?
Well done, Fudge!
Silently making another note to Fudge in his heart, Alvin greeted Cho's parents with an embarrassed but polite smile.
Fortunately, the two knew about Alvin's situation and knew that Hermione and Cho had a good relationship.
She didn't show any hostility towards Hermione. On the contrary, Helen Chang also had much goodwill toward the smart Hermione.