HP Approaches the Magic World

There was no need to be anxious about going to the Ministry of Magic. After all, the main task was not him, but the three children.

So he came to Grimmauld Place first.

When Harry appeared at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry had just woken up from a panic due to some problems.

Jon knew why he was feeling uncomfortable. After all, he had not mastered Occlumency and could easily be infected by Voldemort's emotions and memories. There was nothing he could do about it. As a Horcrux, he would definitely have this reaction.

But then the three of them came to the kitchen downstairs, and Kreacher served them stew and treacle tarts.

The house elf was the only one who felt Jon's arrival, but he did not show any reaction. After all, Sirius was not really dead, and Jon's position also allowed him to order Kreacher to do some things.

thing, especially when Harry didn't order Kreacher to say it.

However, he did not reveal himself. He only listened to their plans after confirming that there were no problems with these people.

These people analyzed their action plan over and over again, memorizing the plan word for word, and did not return to the room to sleep until late at night.

Hermione saw Jon in the bedroom.

"Teacher, why are you here?"

Looking at Jon sitting on the chair in the room, Hermione was a little surprised. After all, Jon had not told her that he was coming before, and her mental state had been tense recently, and she had been worried about being discovered.

"Come here to see you, how are the two little guys doing lately?"

"I don't think their situation is good, especially Harry's condition. He looks really worrying."

"This is the fate he must bear as a Horcrux. Don't worry, it will be over soon. It will be good for him to endure some pain."

All right.

Hermione was silent. She also knew that this issue was not an important one. The situation they were facing now did not need to be considered. Jon came here today for these things.

Although the teacher-student relationship between the two of them did not last long, there was one thing that Hermione knew very well about Jon.

That is, if there is nothing necessary, Jon will generally not appear in front of others in person.

"What about your trip to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow..."

Jon was silent for a while and said: "Don't worry about safety, but there is one thing you'd better pay attention to. That place is full of Death Eaters now. If your identities are exposed, you may be in danger.

——Of course, since I promised to protect you, I won’t let you really get into trouble.

I can help you get out of there safely and give you enough time to apparate.

But if an accident occurs, if you are caught by someone, remember, you have to change your position immediately, even if this place is exposed, it doesn't matter.

Bellatrix and the others knew about the existence of Grimmauld Place, but they had never been able to get in before.

It's not a big deal to throw this place out now, they are not interested in this house, they are only interested in you.

During the next period of time, you may face many things. I can't be by your side to protect you in every matter, but there will definitely be someone who will accompany you. Just be aware of this and don't tell them two, otherwise

It loses its meaning.

You must go through what you need to experience. Not everyone is so lucky to have opportunities like yours.

The more you experience it, the more you will understand how complex this world is.

You know what I'm going to do. The next two years are likely to be the two years when magic society changes the most, and you need to seize the opportunity."

In fact, Hermione didn't quite understand, but she nodded anyway.

Jon patted her shoulder and left.

There was no light all night.

Dawn followed midnight and seemed to be in a hurry.

"You look ugly."

Harry's room, Ron said when he came in to wake Harry up.

"It will be fine soon."

Harry yawned in reply.

They saw Hermione in the kitchen downstairs, facing the coffee and hot rolls served by Kreacher. She had a slightly crazy expression on her face, which Harry immediately associated with studying for an exam.

"robe,"

She murmured to herself, nodded nervously towards them, and continued to fumble in her beaded bag:

"Polyjuice Potion...Invisibility Cloak...

Decoy bombs... Each of you should take two of these, just in case...

Vomit candy, nosebleed nougat, retractable ears..."

They finished their breakfast and headed upstairs. Kreacher bowed to see them off and promised to prepare steak and kidney pie for them when they came back.

"God bless him,"

Ron said movedly: "Think about it, I once fantasized about cutting off his head and nailing it to the wall."

They stood carefully on the top of the steps, where they could see two swollen-eyed Death Eaters looking across the foggy square.

Hermione apparated with Ron first, and then came back with Harry.

After that brief period of darkness and suffocating feeling, Harry found himself standing in an alley, where, according to plan, the first part of the operation would take place.

The alley was empty except for two large trash cans.

The first Ministry of Magic staff won't show up until at least eight o'clock.

"Okay," Hermione looked at her watch: "She should be here in five minutes. After I knock her out-"

"Hermione, we get it," Ron said unhappily: "And, I remember we should open the door before she comes, right?"

Hermione screamed.

"I almost forgot! Get out of the way-"

She pointed with her wand at the locked and graffiti-covered fire door next to her, and the door opened with a bang.

Through repeated reconnaissance, they knew that the dark corridor behind the door led to an empty theater.

Hermione pulled the door shut so that it looked like it was still closed.

"Now," she turned around and said to her two companions in the alley, "let's put on the invisibility cloak again—"

"——Wait."

After Ron finished speaking, he put the invisibility cloak on Hermione's head, like covering a budgie with a wool blanket, while rolling his eyes at Harry.

More than a minute later, they heard a soft pop, and a small witch from the Ministry of Magic with flowing gray hair apparated a few feet in front of them. Her eyes were a bit blinded by the sudden light.

The sun had just emerged from behind a cloud, but before she could enjoy the unexpected warmth, Hermione's silent stun spell hit her chest, and she fell down.

"Well done, Hermione."

Ron praised, getting out from behind the trash can at the entrance of the theater, and Harry took off his invisibility cloak.

The three of them dragged the little witch into the dark corridor leading to the backstage. Hermione pulled a few hairs from the witch's head, took out a bottle of turbid polyjuice potion from the beaded bag, and added the hair into it.

Ron was rummaging through the witch's handbag.

"She is Mafalda Hopkirk,"

He read a small card. The person who was knocked unconscious was an assistant from the Department for the Misuse of Magic: "You'd better take this, Hermione, and the certification coin."

He handed her several small gold coins, all embossed with M.O.M. [the English abbreviation of the Ministry of Magic], which he had found in the witch's purse.

The Polyjuice Potion had turned a pleasant lavender color, and Hermione drank it. Within seconds she was standing before them as Mafalda Hopkirk.

She took off Mafalda's eyes and put them on, and Harry looked at his watch.

"We are a little late, the gentleman from the Magic Maintenance Department is coming soon."

They quickly closed the door behind the real Mafalda, Harry and Ron put on the invisibility cloak, and Hermione still stood there waiting.

A few seconds later, there was another pop, and a little wizard who looked like a ferret appeared in front of them.

"Oh, hello, Mafalda."

"Hello!"

Hermione said in a trembling voice, "How are you today?"

"Not very good."

replied the little wizard, who looked languid.

Hermione and the wizard walked towards the main street, Harry and Ron following on tiptoe.

"You feel uncomfortable...I'm sorry, I sympathize."

The little wizard wanted to explain his situation, but Hermione raised her voice firmly to suppress his words. She had to stop him before he walked into the street: "Here, have a piece of candy."

"Uh? Oh, no, thank you -"

“Must eat it!”

Hermione said forcefully, waving the spit candy in front of him. The little wizard seemed to be frightened, so he took a piece.

The effect is immediate.

As soon as the Tutu candy touched his tongue, the little wizard vomited violently and didn't even notice Hermione pulling a bunch of hair from the top of his head.

"Oh my God!"

She said she saw him vomiting all over the floor in the alley: "You may have to take a day off!"

"no no!"

He retched while still walking forward, although the path was not straight: "I must - today - I must go -"

"But this is so stupid!"

Hermione said horrified: "You can't go to work like this - I think you should check out St Mungo's Hospital!"

The wizard could no longer stand up and was still trying to move toward the street.

"You can't go to work like this!"

Hermione shouted.

He finally seemed to accept the facts she told. He grabbed Hermione, who looked disgusted, and stood up reluctantly. He spun around and disappeared, leaving only a bag that Ron had torn from his hand at the last moment and some flying things.

Vomit.

"Yo ho,"

Hermione picked up the hem of her robe and avoided the puddle of vomit on the ground: "It would be much better to knock him out too."

"Yeah," Ron said, taking the wizard's bag and getting out of the invisibility cloak: "But I still think a bunch of unconscious people are more likely to attract attention.

He really likes his job... Throw the hair and the decoction over here."

Two minutes later, Ron stood before them, short and ferret-like, like the sick wizard, and wearing the navy blue robes that had been folded in his bag.

"It's strange why he didn't wear any clothes today, isn't it, since he wants to go to work so much?

But what the heck, I'm Reggie Cattermole and I have a name behind it."

——At the same time, in space one kilometer away, the real Reggie Cattermole swallowed a piece of candy, and his physical problem was immediately solved.

"President, I'm fine."

"That's good."

Stephen said gently: "You have to suffer, Uncle Cattermole, but we must do this to save your family."

"No, no, no, don't say that. At least when I was studying at Hufflepuff, I never thought that I would experience something like this one day.

Besides, this is to help Harry Potter, no matter what, this is what I should do."

Of course, this is the best, but Stephen will not take it seriously. The Magical Research Society has spent a lot of money to infiltrate many people into the Ministry of Magic, so even if this matter had not happened today, they would still have spent their efforts to

Maintain the presence of these people in the Ministry of Magic.

"Don't worry, what we have to do is to resist Voldemort, but there is no way to put these things out in the open.

But our power, as you can see, is very powerful, isn't it?

No matter what, we will help you keep your family safe."

There are some things that must be said regardless of whether they can be done or not, especially if this matter is 100% successful, what's the problem with saying these words?

As a qualified leader and currently one of the vice-presidents of the Magic Research Association, Stephen always has to think about this organization. Jon shouldn't have any objections...right?

…

Harry waited for ten minutes, but it felt like a long time passed. He was lying alone in the alley with vomit on the floor, and the knocked-out Mafalda was hidden in the door next to him.

Finally, Ron and Hermione are back.

"No idea who he is," Hermione said, handing Harry some black curls, "but he's gone home and has a bloody nose!

He is quite tall, you may need to change into a big robe..."

She pulled out a set of old robes that Kreacher had washed for them, and Harry went to drink the decoction and transform.

After the painful transformation was completed, he was more than six feet tall. The muscles on his arms showed that he was very strong and had a beard on his chin.

He stuffed his invisibility cloak and glasses into his new pants and stood next to the other two people.

"Oh my god, it's so scary."

Ron said, looking up at Harry who stood in front of him like an iron tower.

"Get a Mafalda proof coin,"

Hermione reminded Harry: "Let's go, it's almost nine o'clock."

The three of them walked out of the alley together.

After walking fifty meters along the crowded sidewalk, there were two black pointed fences guarding the steps, with "Male" written on one side and "Female" written on the other.

"See you later."

Hermione said nervously, waddling down the steps marked "Female".

Harry and Ron followed some strangely dressed men as they walked down, seemingly arriving at an ordinary underground public toilet with dirty black and white tiles on the walls.

"Good morning, Reggie!"

A wizard in navy blue robes shouted, stuffing the golden certificate coin into a slit on the door and entering a small cubicle: "It's so damn annoying, isn't it?"

We have to come to work like this!

Who do they think is coming, Harry Potter?"

The wizard chuckled at his witticism, and Ron managed to laugh twice.

"Hey," he said, "That's stupid, isn't it?"

He and Harry entered the adjacent cubicle.

There was the sound of flushing water on both sides of Harry. He ducked down and looked through the gap under the partition, just in time to see a pair of boots climbing into the toilet next door.

He looked to his left again and saw Ron blinking at him in shock.

"Want to rush yourself in?"

Ron asked quietly.

"It seems so."

Harry whispered back, his voice low and hoarse.

They both straightened up and Harry climbed into the toilet, feeling utterly ridiculous.

He immediately knew he had done the right thing. Although it seemed like he was standing in water, his shoes, feet and robe were all dry.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the rope, and immediately rushed through a short slide, rushed out of a fireplace, and arrived at the Ministry of Magic.

He climbed up awkwardly. His body was much larger than usual and he was not used to it.

The hall seemed darker than Harry remembered.

It turns out that there is a golden fountain in the center, which casts little spots of light on the bright wooden floor and walls.

But now, a huge black stone statue occupies the center position, which is very scary.

Such a giant stone statue, a witch and a wizard sitting on a richly carved throne, looking down at the Ministry of Magic staff who rolled out of the fireplace.

Engraved on the bottom of the stone statue are several one-foot-high characters: Magic is power.

Harry was hit hard on the back of his leg - a wizard had just flown out of the fireplace.

"Stay out of the way, okay - oh, sorry, Runcorn!"

The bald wizard was obviously very frightened and walked away hastily.

It seems that the person Harry is pretending to be now, Runcorn, is very powerful.

"Shh!"

Another voice said, and Harry turned around and saw a tiny witch and the stoat-like wizard from the Magic Maintenance Department waving to him next to the statue, so he quickly walked over.

"Did you get in successfully?"

Hermione asked Harry quietly.

"No, he's still stuck in the toilet."

"Oh, how funny...scary, isn't it?"

She said, seeing Harry still staring at the statue: "Did you see what they were sitting on?"

Harry took a closer look and realized that what he thought was a gorgeously carved throne was actually a pile of stone human bodies, hundreds of naked human bodies: men, women and children, all with silly and ugly looks, their limbs twisted and squeezed.

Together, supporting the handsome wizard in robes.

"Muggles," Hermione said softly, "are where they should be. Come on, let's go."

They joined the flow of witches and wizards and walked towards the golden door at the end of the hall, while scanning the surroundings as unobtrusively as possible, but did not see the distinctive figure of Dolores Umbridge.

They walked through the golden door into a smaller hall and saw people queuing in front of the golden grating doors of twenty elevators.

They had just joined the nearest line when a voice said: "Catmore!"

They turned around, and Harry's stomach lurched.

A Death Eater who was present when Dumbledore died strode towards him. The Ministry of Magic personnel next to him lowered their eyes and fell silent.

Harry could feel fear spreading among them. The man's gloomy, slightly cruel face did not match his gorgeous, flowing robes inlaid with gold threads. Someone in the queue next to the elevator shouted flatteringly: "

Good morning, Yaxley!"

The man ignored it.

"I asked a man from Magical Maintenance to repair my office. Cattermole, it's been raining in the house."

Ron looked around as if hoping someone would interrupt, but no one said anything.

“It’s raining…in your office?

That—that’s really bad, isn’t it?”

Ron smiled nervously, and Yaxley's eyes widened.

"You thought it was funny, didn't you, Cattermole?"

"No," said Ron, "Of course not -"

"You know I'm going downstairs to interrogate your wife, Cattermole?

I'm quite surprised that you didn't hold her hand and wait with her.

Are you ready to draw a clear line with her?

Might be wise to look for a purebred next time."

Hermione gave a little cry of horror.

Yaxley looked at her, and she coughed pretending to be weak and looked away.

"me--"

Ron stammered.

"The woman I marry will never be mixed up with that trash, but let's say my wife is accused of being a Mudblood,"

Yaxley said: "The head of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic has a job to do, and I will definitely treat this job as a top priority. Cattermole, do you understand what I mean?"

"clear."

Ron whispered.

"Go ahead and do it, Cattermole. If my office isn't completely dry in an hour, your wife's bloodline will be even more of a problem than it is now."

The golden grate door in front of them opened with a bang, and Yaxley turned around and walked towards the other elevator. Before leaving, he nodded to Harry and showed a disgusting smile, obviously thinking that Harry would teach Carter such a lesson.

Moore expressed his appreciation.

Harry, Ron and Hermione entered their elevator, but no one else came in, as if they had a contagious disease.

The fence door clanged shut and the elevator began to rise.

"what do I do?"

Ron immediately asked his two companions, as if a disaster was imminent: "If I don't go, what will happen to my wife—I mean, Cattermole's wife—"

"We're going with you, we don't want to separate -"

Harry said, but Ron shook his head desperately.

"That's really sick. We don't have much time. You two go find Umbridge, and I'll go fix Yaxley's office - but how do you make it stop raining?"

"Try the ending spell,"

Hermione immediately said: "If the rain is caused by a curse or spell, it should stop.

If it can’t be stopped, then there’s something wrong with the weather spell, which is a bit more troublesome. For the time being, you should protect his things with the water and fire invulnerability spell—”

"Say it again, slow down-"

As Ron spoke, he anxiously looked for a pen in his pocket, but at this moment the elevator shuddered and stopped.

A hollow female voice said: "The fourth floor, the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures, includes the Office of Beasts, Aliens and Ghosts, the Goblin Liaison Office and the Pest Consultation Office."

The fence door opened again, and two wizards came in, as well as several lavender paper airplanes, flying around the light bulbs on the top of the elevator.

"Good morning, Albert."

A bearded wizard said to Harry with a smile, and then glanced at Ron and Hermione.

The elevator creaked upward again.

Hermione was hurriedly whispering advice to Ron. The wizard approached Harry, looked at him sideways, and whispered: "Dirk Cresswell?"

From the Fairy Liaison Office?

Well done, Albert, now I'm pretty sure I'll get his job!"

He winked and Harry smiled, hoping it would satisfy him.

The elevator stopped and the gate opened again.

"The second level, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, includes the Department for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, the Auror Command and the Wizengamot Management Agency."

The hollow female voice said.

Harry saw Hermione push Ron gently, and Ron walked out of the elevator in a hurry. The other wizards also got off, leaving only Harry and Hermione in the elevator.

As soon as the golden gate closed, Hermione said hastily: "Harry, I think I'd better go with him. I see he's at a loss. If he is caught, the whole plan-"

"The first floor, the Office of the Minister of Magic and the Logistics Department."

The golden gate opened again, and Hermione gasped.

Four people stood in front of them, two of whom were talking closely: a long-haired wizard wearing a gorgeous black robe embroidered with gold, and a short, fat, toad-like witch with a velvet bow on her short hair and a chest.

Holding a clipboard.