Chapter 816

"You don't usually walk to work, do you?"

When Harry and Mr. Weasley walked into the square, Harry asked Mr. Weasley.

"No, I walk a lot," Mr. Weasley said, "but obviously you're not, and I think we'd better get there completely in a non magical way This will make a good impression and tell them that you are disciplined... "

Harry nodded, though he knew it was useless. What Van Lin had instilled in him made Harry disappointed with the Ministry, at least for fudge.

But Mr. Weasley is also for his good.

Mr. Weasley kept his hands in his jacket as they walked all the way. Harry knew he was holding the wand tightly in his hand.

It was an almost deserted path, and Mr. Weasley was afraid of any attack, but when they arrived at the small, pitiful subway station, they found it full of morning drivers.

When they found themselves so close to Muggles who were talking about everyday things, Mr. Weasley had great difficulty suppressing his enthusiasm. (Mr. Weasley is a Muggle fan)

"it's like a myth," he whispered, staring at the ticket vending machine with his glasses. "It's incredibly original."

"But they have failed," said Harry, pointing to the sign.

"Yes, but even so..." Mr. Weasley looked at these things innocently and radiant. Harry and Mr. Weasley bought tickets from a sleepy conductor (Harry executed the deal because Mr. Weasley was not good at Muggle currency) and five minutes later they boarded a subway bound for central London.

Mr. Weasley anxiously checked the subway route map on the window over and over.

"Four more stops, Harry. Now there are three stops and two stops. Harry..."

That kind of excitement can't be suppressed at all. In the Muggle way, Mr. Weasley has always wanted to do this. Just look at the magic car.

They got out of the car at a station in London, very close to the centre, and got into a stream of well-dressed men and women with briefcases in their hands. They went up the escalator and went through the ticket cutting bar (Mr. Weasley was very pleased with the way tickets were swallowed on both sides of the escalator), and then they appeared on a wide street with magnificent tall buildings on both sides of the street.

"Where are we?" Mr. Weasley asked blankly. In a heartbeat, Harry almost thought that although Mr. Weasley kept looking at the map, they got off the wrong platform, but a second later, Mr. Weasley said, "ah, yes, this way, Harry." Then he led Harry into a side road.

"I'm sorry," Mr. Weasley said, "but I've never taken a train to work, and from a Muggle's point of view I behave very differently. In fact, I've never used the guest entrance before. "

(the guest entrance here should refer to the visitor entrance of the Ministry of magic, that is, the passage connecting the Muggle world and the Ministry of magic. It was originally designed for those Muggles, but no Muggle has ever come. ）

the deeper they went, the more small and dilapidated the buildings on the side of the road, until they finally arrived at an alley containing several dilapidated offices, a bar and a overflowing tanker.

Harry had hoped that the ministry would be set up in a more impressive place.

"Here we are," Mr. Weasley said succinctly, pointing to an old red telephone booth with a few missing pieces of glass and standing in front of a badly mangled wall.

"Come with me, Harry." Mr. Weasley opened the door to the phone booth.

Harry walked into the phone booth and wondered what the place was for.

Mr. Weasley pushed himself to Harry and closed the phone box door. It's a little cramped inside; Harry is squeezed against the phone, which is crooked on the wall as if a barbarian had tried to tear it apart.

Mr. Weasley got the receiver over Harry.

"Mr. Weasley, I think this phone is out of order," said Harry.

"No, no, I'm sure it's good," Mr. Weasley put the receiver to his ear and began dialing. "Let me see six." he dialed the number, "two four, four, four, two Well, that's right... "

When the dial returned to its original position smoothly, a cold female voice came from the telephone, but from the receiver in Mr. Weasley's hand, but the voice was very loud and clear, as if there was an invisible woman standing beside them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of magic. Please state your name and occupation. "

"Well..." Mr. Weasley was obviously not sure if he was going to speak into the receiver.

But in the end, Mr. Weasley put the microphone on his ear in a compromise. "Arthur Weasley, the inappropriate use of magic items office, accompanied by Harry Potter, was asked to come to a disciplinary hearing.""Thank you," said the cold voice. "Visitor, please take your badge and tie it to the front of your robe."

There was a click, and Harry saw something slide out of the metal slide, which is usually used to return coins.

Mr. Weasley picked it up. It was a square silver badge with the words Harry Potter, disciplinary hearing on it.

He pinned the badge to the front of the T-shirt when the girl's voice rang again.

"Visitors from the Ministry of magic, you need to undergo an inspection and register your wand with the security office, which is at the very bottom of the middle hall."

As soon as the voice dropped, the floor of the telephone booth suddenly began to shake. They slowly sank into the ground. Harry looked a little nervous as the sidewalk outside slowly rose over the phone box's glass window until the darkness grew over their heads. Then they couldn't see anything. He could only hear the dry rubbing noise of the phone booth as it passed down the ground. Although Harry felt much longer, about a minute later, a golden light lit up his feet and widened and rose until it hit his face. Harry had to blink to avoid tears.

"The Ministry of magic wishes you a happy day," the voice said. The door of the phone box popped open and Mr. Weasley went out, followed by Harry, his mouth almost closed in surprise.

They are now standing at one end of a very long and spectacular hall with a very bright black wooden floor. Peacock blue ceiling inlaid with glittering gold symbols, these symbols continue to move and change, like many guardians of heaven.

The walls on both sides are inlaid with shiny black wood, and there are many gilded fireplaces. Every few seconds, with a slight rapid movement, a wizard or Witch comes out of the fireplace on the left. On the right, there was a small line in front of each fireplace waiting to leave.

There is a fountain halfway up the hall. A group of gold statues slightly larger than life size stood in the middle of a circular pool. The tallest of these statues is a noble looking wizard whose wand points straight to the sky.

Around the statue of the wizard, there is a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and an elf. The three statues at the back stand in front of the wizard and the witch with reverence. The water was coming out of the glittering nozzles at the top of their wands. Other nozzles included a centaur's tow rope, the top of the goblin's hat, and the two ears of the elves, so the sound of Ding Dong's falling into the water came from the cracks in the statue.

At the foot of these statues are scattered hundreds of witches and witches. Most of these statues are dressed in gray and look precocious. Look straight at the end of the hall there are a set of golden doors.

"This way," Mr. Weasley said. They joined the crowd and wandered among the Ministry's staff, some with a large wad of rickety parchment in their hands, others with a flat briefcase, and others reading the prophet's daily as they walked

Well It's bad

As Harry and Mr. Weasley passed the fountain, he saw many silver and bronze coins flashing at the bottom of the pool. Next to the pool was a small, soiled sign that read: all proceeds from the fountain of the sorcerers will be donated to St. Mungo's magic hospital for the treatment of magical diseases and injuries.

Harry found himself desperately thinking, "if I hadn't been expelled from Hogwarts this time, I would have donated ten kingarons."

"Come here, Harry," said Mr. Weasley.

They walked out of the crowd of ministry employees and went to the golden doors. On the left was a table with a sign that said safety. As they approached, a wizard looked up at them and put down every prophet's daily. The guy was badly shaved and wore a peacock blue robe.

"I'm accompanying a visitor," Mr. Weasley gestured to Harry.

"Stand up," said the wizard in a bored tone. Harry walked up to him. The wizard took out a long golden stick, which was as thin and soft as a car antenna. The wizard used it to fly up and down Harry's back and forth.

"Wand," murmured the Security Wizard, putting down the golden device and holding out his hand. Harry handed over his wand.

The wizard placed his wand on a strange brass instrument, which was a bit like a dish antenna of various proportions. The instrument began to vibrate. A narrow strip of parchment came from the bottom of the instrument.

"Eleven inches, the axis of phoenix feathers, has been in use for four years. Is the information correct? "

"Yes," Harry replied nervously.

"I'll keep this," said the wizard, nailing this little piece of parchment to a small copper nail. "You take the wand back." He threw the wand to Harry, adding.

"Thank you.""Wait," the wizard said slowly. His glasses quickly swept from the visitor's plaque on Harry's chest to his forehead.

"Thank you, Eric," Mr. Weasley said calmly. He grabbed Harry by the shoulder, took Harry out of the safety, and rejoined the army of witches and witches shuttling through the golden gates.

The crowd was a little crowded, and Harry followed Mr. Weasley through several doors to a smaller hall in the distance, where at least twenty golden lattice elevators were working. Harry and Mr. Weasley joined a group of people waiting for the elevator. Next to them stood the bearded wizard, with a huge cardboard box in his hand, in which there was a disturbing noise.

"How are you, Arthur?" The wizard nodded at Mr. Weasley.

"What are you carrying, Bob?" Asked Mr. Weasley, looking at the box.

"I'm not sure," the wizard said solemnly. "I thought it was just a chicken, but it's starting to spit out flames. It seems that I have seriously broken the prohibition of experimental feeding

Maybe it's a Phoenix, but Phoenix and chicken

To tell you the truth, this guy has Hagrid's style, for example, fiddling with those snails.

With a loud noise, an elevator stopped in front of them; the golden lattice door opened and Harry and Mr. Weasley followed the others into the elevator, and Harry found himself squeezed against the back wall. Several witches and witches looked at him curiously; he looked down at his feet to avoid anyone's gaze, and as he did, the bangs on his forehead dropped.

The lattice door slammed shut and began to climb slowly. When the same female voice Harry had heard in the phone booth rang again, the elevator chain rattled.

"Here we are," said the wizard with the Flamingo and several internal emails coming out of the elevator. The elevator door closed again.

"A little bit further on, a witch with an eye mask over her eye is sitting on the top of the wall of her single room, chatting with Kingsley shacklebert.

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