HP Approaches the Magic World

The reason why Anthony and the others wanted to try to get into the history of the magic world was because they were an important part of Jon's next layout.

Even though there is no way to transform them into wizards, as long as the conditions are ripe, these people must be the first to become wizards since they have been by his side.

And most importantly, wizards are always coming to the lab, and it will be troublesome if they don’t understand these things.

But now these things can still be lined up slightly.

"We have already prepared everything here, and construction will start there in the future. There are many things to do at the same time. If it is convenient, you should let the people there hurry up and come over."

The so-called people over there are those who are in charge of the underground laboratory, and there is only one of these people in Jon's concept.

That is Grindelwald. He is enough by himself, especially his space magic, which is really superb.

“Are the architectural drawings ready?”

Anthony nodded: "It's been done long ago. We can start construction there. According to normal logic, shouldn't we build the foundation? If you choose to do the above first, what should we do with the basement below?"

"It is convenient to use magic to do such things, and it is not difficult to violate some known rules. Besides, since you have to do it thoroughly, you can prepare."

"Yes, I get it."

Anthony nodded and left the office. Jon did not stand here for too long, but frowned and then disappeared from the room.

...

The atmosphere in Grimo Square was very awkward.

The next day was Harry's trial. Dumbledore came in the evening. While Harry was asleep, he explained to the people of the Order of the Phoenix that he would come here in the evening. When the children were asleep, he would come over to see what was going on here.

According to Mrs. Weasley, Harry's condition has been very wrong recently.

I maintain a dry emotional state every day and don’t talk much.

On the day of Harry's trial, Mr. Weasley took him to the Ministry of Magic, so he got up very early on that day.

At five o'clock in the morning, he suddenly woke up from the bed.

No one called him, but it seemed like someone shouted in his ear.

He lay motionless on the bed, and the matter of going to the Ministry of Magic to be tried into every corner of his mind.

Mrs. Weasley had already put her freshly bathed jeans and T-shirt beside his bed. Harry put them on without waking up others. Ron was still sleeping soundly in the bed. He came out of the room and walked through the stairs, then tiptoed down the stairs and came to the kitchen.

He originally thought there was no one in the kitchen, but when he walked to the door, he heard a low voice coming from behind the door.

When he opened the door, he saw Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, and Lupin, all sitting there, as if waiting for his arrival.

Mrs. Weasley stood up and asked Harry what he wanted to eat. Harry asked for some bread and sat down at the table.

Lupin and the others didn't care that Harry appeared here, and continued to talk about something that Harry couldn't understand.

Their ignorance made Harry feel a little relaxed at that time. After all, he was always feeling uneasy about what happened today, and the calmness of the people around him did help him relieve him a little.

He silently gnawed the bread that Mrs. Weasley brought, and it didn't taste good, just like eating another wax slice that didn't taste bad.

Mrs. Weasley sat next to him, caring about his clothes very much, getting it here and there, and this excessive care made him feel more stressed.

He really hoped Mrs. Weasley would not do this again, but he couldn't say such words.

He heard Tonks say about the task and complained that it was a very painful thing to be on duty, and what Mr. Weasley said, he didn't know what it felt like.

Today, Mr. Weasley is not wearing a wizard robe but a pair of thin trousers and an old jacket. After he finished speaking, he turned his eyes from Tonks to Harry.

"How do you feel now?"

Harry shrugged silently.

"Don't worry, it will end soon," Mr. Weasley encouraged: "In a few more hours, you will have nothing to do."

Harry didn't speak, listening quietly as Mr. Weasley explained the trial to him, as well as the advice and comfort that Tonks and others provided to him.

But it is actually useless.

He put his bag down and stood up. Mr. Weasley decided to take him over earlier to avoid any sudden incidents, and before leaving, he forced a smile.

Then he followed Mr. Weasley upstairs and walked through the hallway. The two of them came outside. It was just dawn, and it was gray and with a biting chill.

They took the subway to central London and got off there. At this time in central London, there were crowds of people. Countless men and women dressed in well-dressed men and women carrying briefcases walked out of the subway, got on the escalator, passed the ticket checkout, and then came to a very wide street.

There are traffic on the streets and people are coming and going.

Mr. Weisse was a little confused. After all, he obviously rarely went to work in this way, so he was not very clear about what to do, but he soon found the direction.

Harry followed Weasley forward, and the buildings on both sides gradually became ordinary, and finally they came to a desolate street.

There are only a few dilapidated offices, a tavern and some dump trucks.

He followed Mr. Weasley into the shabby telephone booth and watched Mr. Weasley pick up the microphone to dial for reporting.

A square color badge, cut out from the metal chute, with his name and the words being tried, he pinned the badge in front of the T-shirt, and the female voice who had previously talked to Mr. Weasley rang again.

"Guests from the Ministry of Magic, you need to be inspected and registered at the security checkpoint, which is located at the end of the main hall."

The ground of the telephone booth suddenly trembled, and then they sank into the ground. After about a minute, a thin golden light shone out and finally shone on Harry's face.

“Ministry hopes you have a good day.”

He heard the girl say it, and walked out after Mr. Weasley.

In front of me is a magnificent hall.

This is the Ministry of Magic.