Harry Potter : Bloodraven

Chapter 210 - 210: The Trial and the Turmoil (III) (CH - 230)

North London.The night sky was buried under thick gray clouds, and a damp chill clung to the air as though the whole city had been smothered beneath a wet blanket. The streets were silent, and a thin layer of snow coated the roads and rooftops, catching the glow of the streetlamps and making everything sparkle just a little.

On a quiet pavement, two figures suddenly came into view, black coats swaying with each step as they walked toward a modest house wedged between others. Without a word or a knock, they slipped inside, almost like they were expected.

Inside, warmth greeted them. A fire crackled faintly in the hearth, and two men sat in the living room with steaming cups in their hands. They had been mid-conversation, but the sound of the door swinging open pulled their attention, and both rose at once when they saw who it was.

"Leader…" one of them greeted respectfully.

work, but Maverick wanted to show Potter this route—it was the boy's first time here, after all.

He pushed open the chipped door of the booth, and Harry followed hesitantly. Inside, the space was cramped and smelled faintly of dust.

"Let's see… 739244."

Maverick lifted the receiver and dialed, listening to the click and hum of the line before a woman's voice immediately crackled through.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and the purpose of your visit."

"Maverick Caesar, and Harry James Potter," he replied. "We're here to attend the public hearing of Sirius Black."

For some reason, magicals seemed to have a thing for putting all their important institutions underground—whether it was the Ministry, goblin banks, or even the underworld, everything was buried deep beneath the earth. And the ways in were just as terrible.

After giving their names, there was a soft whoosh, and the booth seemed to sway slightly. Before Harry could even react, the ground beneath them gave way, and the city above vanished. Within moments, the telephone booth had vanished entirely, leaving them standing in a brightly lit, bustling atrium filled with magical portraits, busy witches and wizards, and the unmistakable hum of activity.

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