harry potter book of crimes

For those who are learning about the building structure of the Ministry of Magic for the first time, it may be a little difficult to understand for a moment. The atrium, which is the "face" of the Ministry of Magic, is located on the eighth floor underground, and the entire Ministry of Magic seems to have ten floors in total.

But if the entire first to eighth floors were "pulled out" from the ground, it wouldn't be much different from the layered concept of Muggle architecture.

After gradually adapting to the brightness around him, Harry found himself standing in the middle of a wide and winding passage.

Although the passage is actually very spacious, when there are more people, it becomes crowded.

On both sides of this arched passage made of unknown black bricks, countless gilded fireplaces are neatly arranged and extend from front to back.

Every few seconds, with a soft "pop" sound and bright green flames rising suddenly, a wizard suddenly walked out of a fireplace on the left.

On the right, it seemed like someone was getting in every moment, throwing down floo powder and leaving.

Being in such a busy scene, Harry intuitively felt that the Ministry of Magic was indeed the central agency that governs the magical world of a country.

"...No wonder Maka said something so certain that 'Voldemort cannot completely infiltrate the Ministry of Magic.'" He looked at the dense crowd around him and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Walking on the polished dark wooden floor, above your head is a dome made of black bricks with gleaming golden symbols inlaid on it.

Those symbols are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

If you walk further, you will soon see a circular fountain with a group of huge pure gold statues standing in the middle of the pool.

The tallest among them is a noble wizard, who holds his wand high and points the tip of the wand straight to the sky; surrounding him are a beautiful witch, a goblin, a centaur and a house elf.

The centaurs, goblins and house elves all looked up at the two wizards with expressions of great admiration. Sparkling water columns came from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the tip of the goblin's hat, from the arrowhead of the centaur's bow, and from the tip of the wizard's wand.

Squirts came out of the house elf's ears.

Nearby, the sound of rushing water, the explosion of Apparition, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of wizards and witches blended together, making it sound a bit chaotic.

Many of those wizards were meticulously dressed, but their faces all had a lifeless look that was characteristic of waking up early in the morning, and they strode towards the row of golden doors at the other end.

"This way," said Mr. Weasley.

They were walking forward among the crowds of Ministry of Magic staff and various visitors. Some of them were holding a pile of crumbling parchments in their arms, some were carrying worn-out briefcases, and some were holding copies of "The Prophecy".

I read "Jia Daily" while walking.

As he passed the fountain, Harry saw piles of sparkling silver Sickles and Copper Nuts at the bottom of the clear pool. Next to it was a stained small sign that read: All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to St. Mungo's Magical Wealth.

sick hospital.

"If the review can be successfully passed... No, I came with a mission this time. After all, it can be regarded as saving the Ministry of Magic... maybe?" Harry thought for a while, then changed his voice and said silently, "If today's mission

If it can be completed successfully, I will put ten gold galleons in it... Oh, no——"

"What are you thinking about, Harry?" Seeing Harry slow down while looking at the coins in the pool, Mr. Weasley reached out and patted his shoulder and said, "Although the money in this pool has not been touched for a long time.

Yes, but you can’t take advantage of them!”

"What?" Harry seemed to be in a trance and did not hear Mr. Weasley's words clearly. "I am wondering if I should change to a greater wish, for example - to save the world or something?"

"This way, Harry."

Mr. Weasley said, leading Harry away from the most concentrated crowd and towards the left.

Beside a table, there was a sign that read "Security Check", and sitting under it was a wizard in peacock blue robes and a clean shave.

When Harry and the others approached, he raised his head and put down the newspaper in his hand.

"I brought a guest." Mr. Weasley said and pointed at Harry.

"Come this way," the wizard said in a listless tone.

Harry, who had just recovered from the splendid atrium, was about to see the sign from his perspective, and he felt nervous for a while.

"Concentrate, concentrate!" Harry reminded himself secretly.

Taking advantage of the wizard's yawn, he gently shook his sleeves, and a very inconspicuous little thing immediately fell to his feet.

The next moment, the wizard raised a slender and flexible golden stick and swept it from top to bottom on Harry's chest and back.

"Wand."

The security wizard muttered to Harry, put down the golden thing, and opened his hand to him.

Harry secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took out his wand and handed it over.

The wizard had just thrown it onto a strange brass machine that looked like a single-plate balance, when the machine began to vibrate slightly.

Soon, a narrow piece of parchment spit out from the opening at the bottom.

The wizard tore off the note and read the words on it:

"Eleven inches, phoenix feather wand core, lasts four years... right?"

"That's right." Harry replied nervously and uneasily.

"Keep this," the wizard said, and poked the parchment note on a brass spike on the table. "Take your wand back."

He thrust the wand back into Harry's hand.

"Thanks."

Harry finally let go of his clenched teeth. He lightly tapped his heels as Maka said. After pausing for two seconds, he raised his feet and planned to leave with Mr. Weasley.

"Wait a minute," the wizard said slowly.

What's wrong? Did he notice it? There was obviously nothing wrong?

Harry came to his senses slightly stiffly and moved his shoulders unnaturally, because there was a burning sensation on his scalp and back.

The wizard's eyes held a hint of surprise, and he subconsciously looked up from the silver guest badge on Harry's chest to his forehead.

"Thank you, Eric."

Mr. Weasley said a decisive word, then grabbed Harry's arm and led him away from here and back into the crowd.

The further they went, the more crowded it became, as if the crowds were all concentrated in one place. They were almost "pushed" by the crowd through the gate and came to a smaller hall.

There are at least twenty elevators here, separated by golden fence doors with fine patterns carved into the walls.

Harry followed Mr. Weasley step by step and walked into the crowd in front of one of the elevators.

Next to them, stood a big unshaven wizard. He was holding a large cardboard box in his arms, and there were a few harsh friction sounds inside from time to time.

"Are you okay, Arthur?" the wizard said, nodding to Mr. Weasley.

"What do you have in there, Bob?" Mr. Weasley stared at the cardboard box curiously.

"We're not sure yet." The wizard named Bob said seriously, "We thought it was just an ordinary chicken, but who would have thought that it actually breathed out fire! Let me tell you, this is probably the case.

It is a serious violation of the "Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments" law..."

With a clicking sound, the elevator car landed in front of them.

When the golden fence door slid open gently, a large group of people poured into the elevator. No one here cared about whether some thrilling accidents might occur due to being overweight.

When Harry found that he was completely squeezed and out of breath, he couldn't help but miss the "little bit" of crowding in the phone booth before.

Several wizards around him looked at him curiously.

Harry looked down at his toes. While avoiding eye contact with others, he was particularly careful to make some space for his legs, so much so that he didn't even have time to take care of his messy bangs.

The fence door slammed shut, the elevator slowly rose, and the chain rattled. Then, the cold female voice that Harry had heard in the phone booth rang here again.

"Seventh floor, Department of Magical Sports and Sports."

"Contains the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, the Official Gobstone Club, and the Funny Products Patent Office."

The golden grating door slid open, and Harry managed to catch a glimpse of a messy corridor, with various Quidditch posters staggered on the walls.

A wizard holding a broomstick struggled to squeeze out and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.

The fence door closed again, the elevator shook slightly and continued to rise, and the female voice continued to report:

"Sixth floor, Department of Magical Transportation."

"Including the Broomstick Administration and Control Bureau, the Floo Network Administration, the Portkey Office, and the Apparition Testing Center."

The fence door was opened again, and four or five wizards squeezed each other and walked out. At the same time, several lavender paper airplanes flew into the elevator and circled slowly above the heads of the passengers.

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Harry also saw what seemed to be the "Ministry of Magic" seal stamped on the side of the wing.

"That's a note used to send messages between departments," Mr. Weasley told him in a low voice. "Owls used to be the only ones used, and they were incredibly messy - there was poop all over the desks and in the hallways.

"

As the elevator continued to rise, a group of people would go out every time it stopped on the first floor, and the paper airplane notes became less and less. By the "Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters" on the third floor, almost everyone had already gone out.

Now only Mr. Weasley, Harry and another witch were left in the elevator.

By the way, the witch was reading a scroll of parchment that was so long that it reached the ground.

"If Ron sees it, he probably will never choose to work in the Ministry of Magic in his life..." Harry couldn't help but think so.

At this moment, with another vibration, the elevator stopped rising again.