#446Harry Potter on trial? A trip to the Ministry of MagicAI Model: gemini-2.5-flashChapter 446 Harry Potter on Trial? A Trip to the Ministry of Magic"Can you tell us what your world is like?" Peter asked curiously, and the others also showed interested expressions."Well... it's actually not that different from your world, except for the addition of a magic world.""That's too perfunctory!" Edmund said unhappily, "What we really want to know about is the magic world.""I can't tell you that. Muggles, or ordinary people, would have their memories erased if they knew about the magic world.""You can stay here," Aslan said sincerely. "This land tells me that you can bring Narnia permanent peace.""Heh heh!" Aaron sneered dismissively. "I'm not interested. My coming here was purely an accident. Helping them save Narnia once is enough; I can't be bothered with the rest.Besides, my parents, uncle, and my... pet are all waiting for me to go back. I can't let them worry too much."A flicker of regret flashed in Aslan's eyes. "Do you need me to send you?""No need. I've already found a way back.But before that, I still have something to do." Aaron said, taking out a golden feather from his changing space and handing it to Lucy. "This is my parting gift to you.""What is this?" Lucy caressed the feather, a strange gleam in her eyes. "I've never seen such a beautiful feather.""This is a Unicorn's feather. I only got it because I have a good relationship with the people who guard them." Aaron patted Lucy's head. "I believe it will bring you good luck.""Thank you, I will cherish it.""Do we have a gift?" Edmund asked ingratiatingly."No," Aaron said irritably. "The reason I gave Lucy a gift is because she was the only one who believed me when we dealt with the White Witch, while you guys all hesitated, and some even wanted to shoot me with arrows."The three looked at each other, speechless for a moment, and could only watch enviously as Lucy showed off the golden feather in her hand."Alright, I think it's time for us to go back," Peter said. He was the first to walk through the archway, his siblings following closely behind him.Watching the four leave, Aaron shrugged at Caspian. "Don't disappoint your teacher's expectations, save Narnia, Telmarines.""I know what to do," Caspian said with a smile."That's good."He rolled up his sleeve, then bit his finger and dripped blood onto the World Tree mark on his left arm.The phantom of a Giant tree suddenly appeared, followed by a colorful portal."Welcome home." Aaron glanced at the line of text on the doorframe, then looked at a piece of parchment stuck to the doorframe.This contract was prepared for Gaius's descendants; once signed, the chances of excellent descendants coming to Narnia for training would increase.After a moment of silence, Aaron chose to ignore the contract.Narnia was too small, and almost all of its combat power was low-level; it couldn't provide effective training.He could slack off in this world, but he still had to be responsible for his future children. What he left for them might not be a hell mode, but it certainly couldn't be an easy mode."I should go. Take care.""Wait a moment, young Wizard."Aaron stopped, turned to look at the Lion King, and asked, puzzled, "Is there anything else?""Child, I can feel that you have been deliberately avoiding some things, but please remember that evasion never solves problems."Aaron blinked, then walked into the portal without looking back.After leaving this world, the future of this world had nothing to do with him... Gaius family Chamber of Secrets.The branches and leaves of the World Tree connecting to the starry sky trembled slightly, and a blue portal appeared.Aaron calmly walked out of it. As expected, Abe and Gaines were waiting for him there."Welcome home, young master.Was this trip smooth?""Thanks to you, I'm back safely again." Aaron picked up Abe, weighed him carefully, "No change in weight, it seems I haven't been gone long!""Less than three days."Aaron raised an eyebrow. "I stayed in that world for about ten days. So, the time flow is one to four!But it doesn't matter. Unless something unexpected happens, I won't have any more dealings with that world.""Where are Mr. Vico and his wife?""Uh... young master knows," Gaines stammered. "The patriarch and madam are usually quite busy."Aaron's mouth twitched. He could understand not seeing them after a long trip, but this time he had only been gone for less than three days, and his parents had vanished.Whew!Aaron took several deep breaths, suppressing the urge to curse, and left the Chamber of Secrets with Abe in his arms.Arriving at the forge, Aaron looked at the sword blank lying quietly in the furnace and summoned Alger."You're back. You must have gained something by coming to me!""Indeed, nothing can be hidden from ancestor's eyes." Aaron gave a thumbs up, then took out the White Witch's artifact. "This time's gain isn't as great as last time's, only this weapon.If possible, please melt it down, it would be adding bricks and tiles to my divine artifact."Alger picked up the silver-white short spear-staff and examined it carefully for a while before speaking: "The material is nothing special, but the person who used it had some skill.Melting this thing and adding it might affect the quality of the divine artifact.""Useless?" Aaron frowned slightly. "Then it can only be a collectible.""Not necessarily." Alger walked to the furnace, and crimson magic rapidly surged and gathered in his right hand. He gently tapped the silver staff with two fingers.Clink!The surface of the silver staff was covered with cracks, turning into ash in the blink of an eye, leaving only a bright silver light slowly sinking into the furnace."Gulp!"Aaron swallowed. "Ancestor, how strong were you when you were alive?""I'm just a blacksmith." Alger smiled lightly, then pointed to Gaines standing nearby. "But... beating him is no problem."Aaron:...He's so humble!"It will take a few days for the sword blank to completely absorb the ice element in the staff. If there's nothing else, don't disturb me.Of course, if there are special materials or metal ores, that's another matter.""Got it."Aaron walked out of the Chamber of Secrets with a complex mood and sat lazily on the sofa in the living room."Uncle Gaines, has anything big happened in the magic world these past few days while I was away?""On the surface, everything is normal.""On the surface?" Aaron raised an eyebrow. "So, there are undercurrents?""More or less!" Gaines was noncommittal. "Lord Voldemort is secretly gathering his old subordinates and sparing no effort to win over other Dark Wizards, Giants, Werewolves, vampires, and magical creatures are also on his list.As for the White Lord, he naturally stands on the opposite side, preventing him from doing what he wants.However, both sides can still maintain a certain tacit understanding, clashing in secret, but there are no open confrontations.""This is within my expectations." Aaron casually picked up a cup of tea and said indifferently, "Tell me something I don't know.""Harry Potter will be tried at the Ministry of Magic the day after tomorrow."Pfft! Cough cough!Aaron spat out a large mouthful of tea and coughed several times before he could barely recover. "This news is really quite explosive.What did he do again to be targeted by the Ministry of Magic?""Using magic in front of a Muggle.""That's it?" Aaron found it a bit amusing. "I remember Harry turned his aunt into a balloon two years ago, and the Ministry of Magic didn't do anything to him then.Besides, Harry can't possibly not know the rule about underage Wizards not being allowed to use magic outside of school. For him to do that, it's probably for a reason!""I heard that he and his cousin encountered a Dementor, and in a moment of urgency, he used the Patronus Charm.""This is even more interesting," Aaron said with a smile. "The law states clearly that underage Wizards can use magic in front of Muggles when in danger.To make him go to the Ministry of Magic for trial over such an insignificant triviality, it seems Fudge is determined to tear off his facade with Dumbledore.""It's probably his obsession with power that made him do such an absurd thing," Gaines said. "Young master hasn't paid much attention to The Daily Prophet lately, and public opinion is very unfavorable towards Harry Potterand Albus Dumbledore.""This is the advantage of wielding power; the Minister for Magic still has control over public opinion.It seems Fudge is still unwilling to face reality, unwilling to admit that Lord Voldemort has resurrected!""This is also the disadvantage of wielding power." Gaines's tone became more serious. "To maintain his power, Fudge has already started to act shamelessly.Given enough time, Cornelius Fudgewill become a tool of power, willing to do anything to achieve his goals.""He won't have that chance. A greedy fellow like him can't sit securely in the Minister's position; it's only a matter of time before he steps down.""That's true.""Uncle Gaines, please make arrangements for me.The day after tomorrow, I'll go to the Ministry of Magic. Reserve a seat for me in the spectator's gallery.""This...""Is there a problem?""No, no problem at all." Gaines's mouth twitched slightly. "It's just, young master, I feel it's necessary to remind you that Harry Potter's trial has nothing to do with you.And you don't need to worry, young master. Although Fudge is the Minister for Magic, he can't completely cover the sky with one hand. Dumbledorewill likely be Harry Potter's defense attorney, so he'll definitely be fine.""Of course I know he'll be fine, but I've never been to a magic world trial before."Gaines:...Two days later, Aaron finished breakfast and followed Gaines to the fireplace."Can't we just Apparate?""Of course, but we are not Ministry of Magic staff, so it's more appropriate to use the Floo Network."Hearing this, Aaron dutifully grabbed a handful of Floo powder, uttered 'Ministry of Magic', and sprinkled the powder.Pfft!Green flames flared, and their figures disappeared.A resplendent hall, with a row of fireplaces on both the left and right sides.A fireplace on the left suddenly made a soft sound, and Gaines and Aaron emerged from it.Aaron briefly surveyed his surroundings. The floor was paved with dark wooden planks, the peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with glittering golden symbols, and the walls were constructed from dark black square stone blocks. In the center was a circular fountain, with a pure gold Wizard statue standing on it, surrounded by statues of Centaurs, Elves, and House-elves.Countless Wizards and Witches hurried from all directions and walked in various directions, creating a chaotic sound of footsteps."This is the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic, located on the eighth underground level.Above it are the Department of Magical Games and Sports, the Department of Magical Transportation, the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the Minister's Office on the top floor," Gaines introduced. "Harry Potter's trial was originally supposed to be held in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but Fudge played a trick and temporarily changed the trial location to the tenth underground level, and the time was also moved up by an hour, to eight in the morning.""It's a little different from what I remember," Aaron muttered. "The decor is several streets ahead of what it used to be.""That's perfectly normal," Gaines said with a wry smile. "The last time young master was brought here by the old patriarch, the British magic world was still under the shadow of Lord Voldemort, so the environment of the Ministry of Magic naturally couldn't compare to now.""By the way, why did my grandfather bring me here back then?" Aaron asked curiously.Gaines froze for a moment. "Nothing.""Really? Why do I find that a little hard to believe?""It's really nothing. I can guarantee it on my honor," Gaines said awkwardly. "At that time, young master was less than a year old. The old patriarch only brought you over to recognize people."Aaron looked at Gaines suspiciously, always feeling that he was trying to cover something up.However, he didn't ask further. What happened more than a decade ago was too far removed from him, and he wasn't interested in knowing.The two walked towards the elevator. Passing the fountain, Aaron saw a layer of glittering silver and copper coins covering the bottom of the pool, with only a few Galleons.A sign next to it read: All proceeds from the Fountain of Magical Brethren are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.Aaron was hesitating whether to be kind for once and throw in a Galleon, when Abe in his arms became restless, extending his white paw towards the pool.He wasn't trying to donate money; he wanted to put the coins in the pool into his own pocket."Holy crap!" Aaron slapped him on the head. "In broad daylight, show some restraint!"Abe whimpered and turned his face away, feeling wronged.Aaron was speechless. It wasn't as if he hadn't seen mountains of gold and silver, but this habit of being greedy for money seemed to be ingrained in his bones, very difficult to change.Pushing through the crowded people, the two entered the elevator.Gaines pressed the button for the ninth floor, the golden grille door closed, and the elevator slowly descended."Department of Mysteries."A cold female voice echoed in the elevator, and the elevator doors rattled open."The tenth floor is inaccessible by elevator, so we have to take the stairs.The courtroom is at the deepest part of the basement, but we still have more than ten minutes, so we'll definitely make it."
