Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

"Sirius Black, the executive Auror of the Auror Office, accompanied by Harry Potter and Louis Wiggins, are here to visit Arthur Weasley of the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts." Sirius said.

"Thank you." The cold female voice paused and responded, "Guests, please take your badges and place them on the front of your clothes."

As soon as he finished speaking, two square metal badges slipped from the coin return slot of the phone. Louis picked them up and gave one to Harry.

His name was engraved on the badge, and the purpose was written on it: visiting employees. When the female voice sounded again, he quickly pinned the badge on his chest.

"Visitor to the Ministry of Magic, you need to undergo an inspection and take your wand to the security office to register. The security office is at the innermost part of the atrium." The floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled. They slowly sank into the ground.

, the sidewalk next to them gradually covered their heads, darkness came, and Louis couldn't see anything. He could only hear the constant friction of the phone booth and Sirius's voice.

"I haven't used the guest access for a long time." He said loudly, as if he wanted to cover up the irritating sound of the motor descending. "We usually don't come in from here when we go to work. The speed is too slow."

They didn't know how long they had been descending. When Louis could no longer stand the endless darkness, a beam of light appeared at their feet and became wider and wider. Louis had to block his sight with his hands to let his eyes adapt to the intensity of the light.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day." The female voice sounded even more ruthless.

"We're here, kids."

The phone booth door opened, and Sirius walked out first, followed closely by Harry and Louis.

As soon as they stepped inside, they were shocked by its majesty.

Louis has seen the Egyptian Ministry of Magic, but relatively speaking, although the British Ministry of Magic does not look as vast as the Egyptian one, its dark black style better reflects its nobility.

The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with shimmering golden symbols that continually move and change, like the guardians of many heavens. The walls on both sides are inlaid with shiny black wood, and there are many gilded fireplaces. Each

Every few seconds, with a slight rapid movement, a wizard or witch walked out of the fireplace on the left. On the right, there was a small queue in front of each fireplace waiting to leave.

There is a fountain halfway through the hall. A group of golden statues slightly larger than life-size stand in the center of a circular pool. The tallest among these statues is a noble-looking wizard, with his wand pointed straight at the sky.

Surrounding the wizard statue are a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and an elf. The three statues at the back all stand in front of the wizard and witch with expressions of reverence. Water is flowing from the top of their wands.

Sparkling nozzles flew out, and other nozzles included a centaur's drag rope, the top of the elf's hat, and two ears of the elf, so the tinkling sound of falling water came from the gap in the statue, and

There are hundreds of wizards and witches scattered at the feet of these statues. Most of these statues are dressed in gray and look a little precocious. Looking straight ahead, there is a set of golden doors at the end of the hall.

"Come this way." Sirius greeted. He was not surprised by the expressions of the two people. In fact, anyone who came to the Ministry of Magic for the first time would be shocked by the sight in front of them.

Therefore, being able to work in the Ministry of Magic is the highest honor for wizards, and almost everyone wants to get into the Ministry of Magic.

They were weaving in and out of the crowd. Some wizards were holding large amounts of parchment in their hands, some were holding handbags in a hurry, and some were holding the Daily Prophet. Louis could even hear someone talking about the results of the Quidditch World Cup.

"Well, there are quite a lot of people today, but tomorrow is Saturday, and the Ministry has to finish all the tasks for this week." Sirius walked sideways, and they finally passed through the crowd of Ministry of Magic staff, "Here we go.

Come this way, Harry Louis."

They saw Sirius standing in front of a golden door with a table next to it that said "Security Registration".

When Louis and the others approached, they discovered that there was a lazy middle-aged wizard sitting over there, reading a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"I am accompanying two guests and they need to be registered, Eric." Sirius said.

"Stand over here, one by one." The wizard put down the newspaper boredly.

Louis poked Harry and motioned for him to go first. Harry walked over with some trembling and came to the guy.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't eat you." The middle-aged wizard Eric looked at Harry with a funny look, "Wand, show me."

Harry handed over the wand in his hand, and the man placed it on a brass instrument. The instrument began to vibrate, and soon a piece of parchment appeared.

"Hmm, let me see, the eleven-inch phoenix feather wand core has been used for three years, right?"

"Yes, that's right." Harry nodded.

"I'll take this, you take the wand back." Eric put the parchment away and handed the wand back to Harry.

"Next person."

Harry returned to them, and Louis took a deep breath and walked up.

"Young man is very energetic. Come on over here, you should already know what to do."

Louis handed over the wand, but the difference this time was that the detection instrument seemed to take a long time before it could spit out a report.

"Twelve and a quarter inches, rattan wood, used for two years, core is..."

He suddenly stopped talking, because his face was full of disbelief.

"No, that's impossible."

"What's wrong, Eric, what's the problem?" Sirius asked.

"There is no problem with the safety of the wand itself, but how come you have a special wand core? Where did this wand come from?" Eric asked.

"I bought it from Ollivander's in Diagon Alley." Louis said truthfully.

"Ollivander?" Eric was stunned for a moment, then relieved, "It's normal for the old man to have some weird wands. Okay, you can go over. I'll have to submit this report later. This is

major discovery."

Eric waved them over, and Sirius expressed his thanks again and passed through the door.

"Special wand core? I seem to have never seen you mention it before." Sirius said as he walked.

"That's okay, the wand is just an auxiliary tool. I think your real strength still depends on yourself." Louis spread his hands. He didn't seem to care about his wand.

In fact, the benefits that this basilisk wand core brought to me seemed to be more than just being powerful. It had also saved me from danger many times, and the perfect fit between myself and the wand enabled me to be able to enter Hogwarts soon after I entered Hogwarts.

He can already use complex and powerful spells, although the power seems incomplete.

"That's what you say, but there are too few wizards who can match the special wand core." Sirius said, they passed through several doors and rejoined the crowded torrent, "Just wait, Fudge will try his best to come later.

To win you over."