From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

Sandrine pulled Sivan and followed the crowd towards the end of the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

At the end of the main hall, the long and narrow space suddenly opened up, forming a spacious circular square. There is a fountain in the middle, and several huge golden statues stand in the middle of a circular pool.

The tallest among the statues is a wizard, with his wand pointing straight into the sky. Around him are gathered a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house elf, the last three of whom look at the two with admiration.

Wizards. And the sparkling water of the fountain flows from the ends of the two wizards' wands.

"So this thing is called Magic Brothers Fountain?" Xiwen looked at the name on the fountain base and asked with a strange expression.

This design that focuses on wizards and weakens the status of other species is obviously unreasonable. As far as Xiwen knows, centaurs and goblins are very arrogant and do not bother to associate with wizards. Goblins only rebelled in previous centuries.

After several attempts, I still have not been convinced by the wizard; let alone the centaurs, they even refuse to accept the identity of "human".

If you want them to look at the wizard with the kind of admiration depicted in the statue, it would be impossible to describe it as a fantasy.

Sandrine glanced at the statue, smiled disdainfully, and said: "It seems to have been designed by a stupid wizard sculptor from the last century, and he also wanted to use this statue to promote equality between wizards and non-human magical creatures? Haha."

Xiven shook his head secretly, thinking of the condescending attitude of pure-blood wizards towards mixed-blood and marrow wizards. Even wizards still have so much inequality within themselves, so how can they talk about allowing wizards and non-human magical creatures to coexist equally?

He sighed and continued walking forward with Sandrine.

When passing by the pool under the fountain, Xiven saw many sparkling silver Sickles and Copper Nats under the pool. Next to it was a stained small sign that read - All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies.

Seeing this scene, Xiwen suddenly remembered the wishing fountain he had seen in the previous world. He couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia, and casually threw a Galleung into it.

Sandrine looked at him in surprise and said, "If you want to donate to St. Mungo's, we can directly contact their dean to donate in person."

Xiwen shook his head and said with a smile: "I just thought that since I'm here, I might as well leave a souvenir."

Sandrine didn't quite understand Xiwen's thoughts, so she didn't say anything more and pulled him towards the magic elevator at the end of the main hall.

There are many elevators at the end, crowded together and arranged in a semicircle. At a glance, there are no less than twenty elevators.

These magic elevators should all be alchemical products, and Xiwen can also sense the fluctuations of magic power from them.

Sandrine frowned as she saw many Ministry of Magic employees pushing and shoving into an elevator. She didn't want to squeeze into an elevator with others.

At this moment, a kind-looking middle-aged man wearing an English bowler hat came over and said to Xiwen and Sandrine: "What a coincidence, Mrs. Rozier, and Mr. Rozier. You guys

This is going to the courtroom, right?"

Sandrine nodded and said to the middle-aged man: "It's quite a coincidence, Director Moen."

"Then please come with me." Director Moen smiled and motioned for the two of them to follow him.

Seemingly sensing Sandrine's distaste for crowded elevators, he added: "There are not many employees going to the ninth floor, so there shouldn't be anyone else with them."

Sandrine relaxed her eyebrows and pulled Xiwen to follow Director Moen.

Sure enough, as Director Moen said, after seeing the three people going down in the elevator, no employees would try to enter the elevator room where they were, and they would often squeeze into other crowded elevators instead.

The metal folding door slammed shut, and with the creak of the elevator and the cool breeze blowing in from time to time, the three of them arrived at the ninth floor underground.

The style here is very different from the main hall. There is only a simple corridor on the entire floor leading to a black door. The floor and walls are covered with dark tiles. There is no window or door on both sides of the corridor, making it look bare.

Two rows of torches were inserted into the dark tiles on the wall, flashing blue and white light, adding a somewhat mysterious atmosphere to this floor.

"The trial room can only be reached by going down to the tenth floor underground from here. You still need to walk a little longer." Director Moen said to Xiwen and Sandrine, and then prepared to take them to turn a corner and walk towards the tenth floor.

layer of stairs.

However, Xiwen suddenly felt a throbbing from the bottom of his heart!

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the lonely black door at the end of the corridor. There seemed to be a power that was both familiar and unfamiliar inside that door, a feeling of déjà vu.

"What's wrong, Xiwen?" Sandrine noticed the strange look on Xiwen's face and asked.

"It's nothing, just a little curious." Xiwen resisted the urge to walk over and open the door, and withdrew his gaze.

He took a deep breath, calmed his throbbing heart, and asked pretending to be curious: "Director Moen, do you know what is inside that door?"

"That's the Department of Mysteries." Director Morne took a deep look at the black door and replied. "That's the top secret agency of the Ministry of Magic. I don't know exactly what's inside."

"Let's go to the courtroom first, the time is coming." Director Moen deliberately changed the subject and said to the two of them.

Xiwen sighed with regret, looked back at the black door of the Department of Mysteries again, and then followed the steps of Director Morn.

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When the three of them arrived at the courtroom, there was still some free time before the trial began. Sandrine and Xiwen were arranged to stay in the VIP room waiting for the trial to begin.

"Son, do you want to know something about the Department of Mysteries?" Sandrine asked suddenly.

"I am indeed a little curious." Xiwen looked at Sandrine with a little surprise. "Do you know anything about the Department of Mysteries?"

"I can only say that I understand a little bit." Sandrine nodded and said softly. "The Department of Mysteries is a research department of the Ministry of Magic, but in fact it was established even earlier than the Ministry of Magic. Basically, this

The department's research projects are known only to a very small number of senior officials in the Ministry of Magic."

"Despite this, we can still learn some inside information through various connections in our pure-blood family." Speaking of this, she was slightly troubled. "It's incredible to say, but the Rozier family and the Serre where I live

It is true that the Wen family has never produced even a Minister of Magic."

"The Rozier family's inherited knowledge of the Department of Mysteries was obtained from the Lestrange family through marriage, so we don't know much."

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