Chapter 297

"From the only small available wall on the wall, we can see that Mr. Weasley has a special preference:

There are several Muggle car advertisements, one of which is a disassembled engine; two mailbox illustrations, which seem to be cut from a Muggle children's book; and a schematic diagram of how to install a household socket.

On the table, the documents piled up high make people wonder whether the document basket under it has any meaning.

Next to the file basket was a magic photo frame of the Weasley family. Harry noticed that Percy had walked out of the picture.

"There are no windows here," said Mr. Weasley apologetically, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the back of his chair. "We applied, but they seem to think we don't need to - sit down! Perkins doesn't seem to have come yet."

Harry managed to squeeze into the chair behind Perkins's desk when Mr. Weasley quickly looked through the roll of parchment Kingsley had just stuffed him.

"Ha!" he smiled and pulled out a magazine from the parchment. "Yes, he's right. Sirius will find this magazine very interesting..."

"Oh, it's" singing the opposite "?" Harry said in surprise. "I remember Marca likes this magazine very much - he subscribes to every issue. I heard there was a whole pile in his dormitory!"

"Really? McLean doesn't really want to like this - well, what's the matter?"

Before the voice fell, a note flew into the open door and slowly landed at the top of the pile of documents in the document basket.

Mr. Weasley opened the note and read aloud: "it is reported that there was a third case of sewage return from public toilets in besna green space. Please hurry to investigate. '"

"Toilet sewage return?"

"The anti Muggle pranksters did it," Mr. Weasley frowned. "It happened twice last week, once in elephant castle and once in Wimbledon."

"... when Muggles flush the toilet, the dirt not only doesn't disappear, but also... Well... Imagine it yourself!"

"That's really..."

As he spoke, Harry bent down and took out his trouser legs, as if confirming something.

Just then, an old wizard with gray hair and a hunched back came into the office, panting slightly, and Harry sat up straight.

"Harry, this is Perkins."

"Ah, Arthur!" he looked at Harry, then raised a parchment in his hand. "Urgent news."

"I already know about the back flush of toilet sewage," Mr. Weasley said.

"No, no, it's not the toilet, it's the trial... They changed the time and place... Eight o'clock, the old tenth courtroom below."

Mr. Weasley immediately took the parchment and looked at it.

"Oh! The time and place have changed - they can't wait," said Mr. Weasley, looking at his watch again. "It's good to go out early today, isn't it?"

"But there's no time to rest... Harry, we have to go now!"

Perkins put his body on the filing cabinet and stepped out of the way. They quickly walked out of the office door.

"Sure enough, I guessed with Marca --"

"Stop it. It shouldn't be mentioned here," Mr. Weasley interrupted Harry immediately. "It's all right in the office. No one will be interested in our company anyway... But don't mention it outside."

"Oh - yes, I'm sorry," Harry nodded quickly, realizing the mistake.

Mr. Weasley stopped by the elevator and quickly tapped the "down" button.

The elevator clattered and they flashed into the elevator.

"I have to tell you again, Harry," Mr. Weasley said in his ear. "That doesn't have to be done. It's safe to be tried - remember?"

The elevator sank several floors. Harry hesitated and was about to say something, but he saw a fat witch come in with a smoking goblet. Harry had to shut his mouth again.

"The main hall."

After a while, the indifferent female voice reported again, and the golden fence door slid open.

Harry just saw the golden statues from a distance, and then the fat witch went out, and another thin wizard with a sad face came in.

"Good morning, Arthur," he said in a low, melancholy voice as the elevator began to fall. "Haven't seen you come down lately?"

"Good morning, bird," Mr. Weasley said casually. "I've been busy lately."

Harry was shocked when he heard the name.

Just then, with the elevator, the indifferent female voice suddenly sounded again:

"Mystery division."