Chapter 464: Elite of the Ministry of Magic

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Chapter 464: Elite of the Ministry of Magic

The next day, Felix arrived punctually at the Ministry of Magic. Disguised as a red telephone booth, the elevator halted on the dark floor of the Ministry's grand hall. "The Ministry hopes you have a pleasant day today," uttered the indifferent voice of a woman inside the elevator.

Subsequently, the booth's door flung open. Perhaps due to the Easter holiday, the magnificent hall appeared deserted, evoking a profound sense of solitude. Felix immediately spotted the person he was supposed to meet not far away—Tonks.

She sported violet-hued hair, her nose appearing softer than before. Metamorphmagus... truly fascinating, Felix thought. If only I could examine it further.

But he refrained from vocalizing that thought.

"Mr. Harp, I've taken over this task from Kingsley," Tonks cheerfully stated, approaching him and appraising him. "Is this how you arrived?"

"Would there be another way?" Felix inquired.

"I thought you might bring some teaching tools," Tonks said. "Ryms mentioned you always have interesting inventions and ideas."

"I did bring them. I'll unveil them at the appropriate time," Felix smiled faintly, walking toward the elevator with her. "Are you still in touch with Ryms?"

"Oh, yes," Tonks replied. "I like wandering around Swordhold on its open days. Ryms has given me plenty of advice. He's still troubled by the stunning incident, but he didn't mean it, did he? We need to head to the second floor; Scrimgeour is waiting."

"Swordhold?"

"It's the headquarters of Future World company. It looks like a sword stuck in Diagon Alley. That's what we call it," Tonks explained, fiddling with the elevator buttons. The elevator jerked, starting its ascent.

"Indeed," Scrimgeour said. "Your chances are significant. Griselda's timing is strategic, and one must acknowledge her vast network. She's also a Wizengamot elder; her recommendation holds weight."

Felix found it peculiar; their conversations seemed unrelated. Before he could inquire further, Scrimgeour walked out of the office, yelling to the Aurors, who promptly stood up and headed towards the door.

"We're going to the training room," Scrimgeour informed him.

"The training room?" Felix was taken aback, quickly realizing that Aurors must have their own training grounds.

"The Magical Law Enforcement Department is the largest in the Ministry," Scrimgeour chuckled. "It reflects in various aspects—numbers, space, and, of course, expenses." They exited and moved in the opposite direction of the elevator, passing through some corridors before turning into a dim, decre

pit hallway. Scrimgeour lifted a tapestry that revealed an archaic door behind it.

Felix barely contained his surprise as they stepped into an expansive chamber. The room housed various training facilities—target boards, mock-up combat models, obstacle courses, and a sand-filled pit that seemed to absorb spells.

Satisfied with Felix's reaction, Scrimgeour nodded approvingly. "Welcome to the Auror training ground, Mr. Harp."

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