When their feet hit the ground, her mouth fell open. The room they found themselves in was an exact replica of Courtroom Ten in the Ministry of Magic. Down to the dark stone walls, the dim torch light and the chair in the middle for the accused to sit on, complete with enchanted chains. There were a few people sitting in the stands above. Even from behind their Death Eater masks, they seemed to be waiting expectantly. Hermione wrinkled her nose. The Death Eaters had disbanded after the fall of Voldemort. These people were hiding behind a failed ideology like cowards. Not that the present ideology was so much better though. The Wizarding World simply wasn’t a very good place most of the time.