harry potter book of crimes

"Second level, Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Including the Auror Command, the Department for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, and the Wizengamot Administration."

After the cold female voice rang out, the golden fence door slid open again with a clang, and the witch beside her hurriedly pulled the long piece of parchment and walked out.

"We're here, Harry," Mr. Weasley greeted Harry, followed him out of the elevator, and came to a corridor with doors on both sides. "My office is at the other end of this floor."

In this corridor, there was an occasional window inlaid on the black brick wall, and bright sunlight shone in from there. Harry looked outside, but found that he could not see the ground, only the endless sea of ​​clouds and floating clouds.

The sun above the clouds.

"Mr. Weasley," Harry asked hesitantly, "we...should be still underground, right?"

"Yeah, that's right." Mr. Weasley said as he walked, "These windows are all enchanted, and the Magic Maintenance Department determines what weather we will encounter every day... Last time we had it here for two months.

The storm turned out to be because they wanted a raise... It's coming soon, Harry."

They turned a corner, walked through the heavy oak door, and entered a messy and noisy open office area divided into many cubicles.

Note airplanes were constantly flying in and out of various cubicles, making it even more busy.

When Harry walked to the gate, he saw a crooked sign hanging on the partition of the nearest cubicle, which read: Auror Command.

While passing along the outer corridor of the office area, he noticed that the Aurors had plastered things on their cubicle boards.

From the portraits of wanted wizards, to posters of their favorite Quidditch teams, to photos of their families, and newspaper clippings, it seems that the personality and preferences of the cubicle owner can be guessed from those details.

After passing by the cubicle of a purple-robed wizard, Harry saw a wizard with an eyepatch on one eye. She was talking to Kingsley through the partition of the cubicle!

"Good morning, Weasley," Kingsley said carelessly when he saw them passing by, "I've been thinking about saying something to you, can you give me a second?"

"Okay! If it's just for a second," said Mr. Weasley, "I'm very busy right now."

They talked as if they didn't know each other very well.

Harry was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered all the things he had learned about the current situation of the Order of the Phoenix during this period. He understood that each member still needed to hide their identity outside, so he suppressed his desire to say hello to Kingsley.

They followed Kingsley through the back cubicles and entered the last cubicle.

Immediately afterwards, Harry was really surprised by the appearance in this small cubicle.

On the partition of the cubicle, the one blinking at him from all directions was Sirius's face.

The backsplash is densely covered with newspaper clippings and old photos - including one of Sirius as best man at his father's wedding.

Harry finally understood the true meaning of "wanted by the Ministry of Magic". Not to mention being hunted, just having all his past picked out and pasted on the partition made Harry a little frightened.

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In the only space that was not occupied by various information about Sirius, there was a detailed map of the world, with the small red thumbtacks shining like gems.

"Here." Kingsley said stiffly to Mr. Weasley, while putting a thick roll of parchment into his hand, "As for the recent sighting of Muggle vehicles flying in the sky, I

We need to know as much as possible about the situation..."

"...We have received information that Blake may still be riding his old motorcycle."

Upon hearing the news, Harry immediately thought of Lenilena's sisters.

They got an old-fashioned bicycle from somewhere. Could it be that they were seen?

At this time, Kingsley winked at Harry, and then lowered his voice and said to Mr. Weasley: "Give him this magazine, he will definitely find it interesting..."

Then, he said in a normal voice: "We can't delay it too long, Weasley. The report on the flashing legs was late, which delayed our investigation for a month."

"If you have read my report, you will know that it is the flash arm." Mr. Weasley said coldly, "I'm afraid the information on the motorcycle will have to wait. We are very busy at the moment."

Then, he whispered: "You try to go back before seven o'clock today, Molly and Lena are making meatballs!"

After the routine conversation ended, Mr. Weasley waved to Harry and led him out of Kingsley's cubicle.

They went out through another oak door, then turned left and right, arriving at the end of a dimly lit and particularly dilapidated corridor.

On the left hand side, a door has a slightly exposed crack, which seems to be a broom room. On the opposite door, there is a brass door plate with peeling paint:

"Department of the Misuse of Muggle Items."

This is Mr. Weasley's office, which is dark, shabby, and definitely slightly smaller than the broom closet.

Two desks were squeezed into the office, surrounded by a row of filing cabinets filled with documents against the wall, and stacks of crumbling documents stacked on top of the cabinets.

You have to be careful if you want to move around here.

If there is any room that is more messy than this one, maybe the study room where Maka is located has such potential, but the space of that study room is much larger than Mr. Weasley's office.

Judging from the only small area of ​​the wall that can be used, we can find the things that Mr. Weasley has a special liking for:

There were several Muggle car advertisements, including one showing a disassembled engine; two illustrations of mailboxes that looked like they were cut out of a Muggle children's book; and a step-by-step guide on how to install a household socket.

Schematic diagram.

On the table, the pile of documents piled high makes people wonder whether the document basket underneath still has any meaning.

Next to the document basket was a magical photo frame of a Weasley family portrait, and Harry noticed that Percy had walked away from the photo.

"There are no windows here." Mr. Weasley said apologetically, taking off his short jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair. "We applied, but they seemed to think we didn't need it - sit down! Perkins

It looks like he hasn’t come yet.”

Harry squeezed himself into the chair behind Perkins' desk while Mr. Weasley quickly rummaged through the roll of parchment that Kingsley had just thrust into him.

"Ha!" He smiled and pulled out a magazine from the parchment, "Yes, he is right, Sirius will definitely find this magazine very interesting..."

"Oh! It's "The Quibbler"?" Harry said in surprise, "I remember Maca liked this magazine very much - he subscribed to every issue. I heard he used to have a whole stack of it in his dormitory!"

"Really? I don't think MacLean would like this kind of thing - well, what's the matter?"

Before he finished speaking, a note flew into the open door and landed slowly on top of the pile of documents in the document basket.

Mr. Weasley opened the note and read aloud: "'It has been reported that a third case of sewage backflow in a public toilet has occurred in Besner Green. Please go and investigate as soon as possible.' This is really..."

"Water backflow in toilet?"

"Those anti-Muggle pranksters did it," Mr. Weasley said with a frown. "It happened twice last week, once at Elephant and Castle and the other at Wimbledon."

"...When a Muggle flushes the toilet, not only does the dirty stuff not disappear, but... well... just imagine it for yourself!"

"That's really..."

As Harry said this, he bent down and took out his pants, as if he was confirming something.

Just then, an old wizard with gray hair and a hunched back walked into the office, breathing heavily, and Harry sat up straight.

"Harry, this is Perkins."

"Ah, Arthur!" He looked at Harry, then raised a piece of parchment in his hand, "Urgent news."

"I already know about the backflow of sewage in the toilet," said Mr. Weasley.

"No, no, it's not the toilet, it's about the trial... They changed the time and place... At eight o'clock, it's the old No. 10 courtroom down there."

When Mr. Weasley heard this, he immediately took the parchment and read it.

"Oh! The time and place have changed - they really can't wait," Mr. Weasley looked at his watch again and said, "It's a good thing we left early today, wasn't it?"

"However, this leaves no time to rest... Harry, we have to leave now!"

Perkins pressed his body against the filing cabinet and stepped out of the way, and the two quickly walked out of the office door.

"Sure enough, Maka and I guessed——"

"Stop it, you shouldn't mention it here." Mr. Weasley immediately interrupted Harry, "It's okay in the office. No one will be interested in our company anyway... But don't mention it outside."

"Oh - yes, sorry." Harry also realized what was wrong and nodded quickly.

Mr. Weasley stopped next to the elevator and quickly pressed the "down" button.

The elevator appeared with a clatter, and they ducked into the elevator.

"I have to tell you one more thing, Harry," Mr. Weasley said in his ear, "'that' is not something that must be completed, but that you can be tried with peace of mind - remember?"

The elevator sank a few floors, and Harry hesitated for a moment. He was about to say something, but he saw a fat wizard coming in with a smoking goblet. Harry had to shut his mouth again.

"main hall."

After a while, the cold female voice called the floor again, and the golden fence door slid open.

Harry just saw the golden statues from a distance, then the fat witch walked out, and another thin wizard with a sad face walked in.

"Good morning, Arthur," he said in a melancholy and deep voice as the elevator began to descend, "I haven't seen you coming down very often recently?"

"Good morning, Bode." Mr. Weasley said casually, "I've been very busy lately."

When Harry heard the name, his heart suddenly shook.

At this moment, as the elevator paused, the cold female voice suddenly sounded again:

"Department of Mysteries."