HP Approaches the Magical World

There is no need to worry about going to the Ministry of Magic, after all, the main task is not him, but the three children.

So he came to Grimmauld Place first.

When he appeared at Twelve Grimmauld Place, Harry had just woken up from a panic because of some problems.

Jon knew why he was uncomfortable. After all, he was not well trained in Occlumency, and he was easily infected by Voldemort's emotions and memories. There was no way to do it. As a Horcrux, he would definitely have this kind of reaction.

But then the three of them were downstairs in the kitchen, where Kreacher served them stew and treacle tartlets.

The house-elf was the only one who felt Jon's arrival, but he didn't show any reaction. After all, Sirius wasn't really dead, and Jon's position allowed him to order Kreacher to do some things. things, especially if Harry hadn't ordered Kreacher to say it.

It's just that he didn't expose himself, he just listened to their plans after confirming that there was nothing wrong with these people.

These few people analyzed their action plan over and over again, and memorized the plan verbatim, and they didn't go back to their room to sleep until late at night.

Hermione met 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 hadn't told her to come before, and her mental state has been relatively tense recently, and she has been worried about being discovered.

"Come and see you, how are the two little guys doing recently?"

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

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

All right.

Hermione remained silent. She also knew that this issue was not an important issue, and they didn't need to consider this situation in the situation they were facing now. Jon certainly didn't come here today for these things.

Although the teacher-student relationship between the two of them didn't last long, Hermione knew Jon very well.

That is, if there is no necessary matter, Jon generally will not appear in front of others in person.

"Tomorrow you go to the Ministry of Magic..."

Jon was silent for a while and said: "Don't worry about safety, but it's best to pay attention to one thing, 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 disapparate,

But if there is an accident, 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 already knew about the existence of Grimmauld Square, but they couldn't get in before.

It's no big deal to throw this place out now, they're not interested in the house, they're only interested in you.

In the next period of time, you may face a lot of things. I can’t protect you from everything, but someone will definitely accompany you. As long as you know this matter, don’t tell them two, otherwise It's meaningless.

What should be experienced must be experienced, not everyone can be so lucky, there are opportunities like yours,

After more experience, you will understand how complicated the world really is,

you know what i'm gonna do,

The next two years are likely to be the two years with the greatest changes in the magic society, and you need to seize the opportunity. "

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

Jon patted her on the shoulder and left here.

There was no light all night.

Dawn came chasing midnight, seeming to lose its footing in haste.

"Your face is ugly."

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

"It will be all right soon."

Harry yawned in reply.

They saw Hermione in the kitchen downstairs, facing the coffee and hot rolls served by Kreacher, with that kind of crazy expression on her face, which Harry immediately associated with studying for the exam.

"robe,"

She muttered to herself, nodded nervously at them, and continued to fumble in her beaded pouch:

"Polyjuice Potion...invisibility cloak...

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

Spitting candies, nosebleed nougats, stretching ears..."

They ate their breakfast and headed upstairs, Kreacher bowing and promising to have a steak and kidney pie ready for them when they returned.

"God bless him,"

Ron said emotionally, "Come to think of it, I even fantasized about cutting off his head and nailing it to the wall."

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

Hermione first Apparated with Ron, then came back to bring Harry.

After that brief period of darkness and suffocation, Harry found himself standing in the 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 staff wouldn't show up until at least eight o'clock.

"Okay," Hermione said, looking at her watch. "She's due in five minutes, after I knocked her out—"

"Hermione, we know," said Ron grumpily, "and, I remember we were supposed to open the door before she came?"

Hermione screamed.

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

She pointed her wand at the nearby fire door, which had an iron lock and was covered in graffiti, and it slammed open.

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

Hermione pulled the door shut so it still looked closed.

"Now," she said, turning to her two companions in the alley, "we put on the cloak again—"

"—wait."

After Ron finished speaking, he put the Invisibility Cloak over Hermione's head, like covering a budgerigar with a wool blanket, and rolled his eyes at Harry.

A little more than a minute later, they heard a soft poof, and a small Ministry witch with fluttering gray hair Apparated a few feet in front of them, eyes a little 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.

"Nice job, Hermione."

Ron praised, crawled out from behind the dustbin at the entrance of the theater, and Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak.

Together the three dragged the little witch into a dark corridor leading backstage, where Hermione plucked a few hairs from the witch's head, took a cloudy bottle of Polyjuice Potion from a beaded pouch, and added the hair.

Ron was rummaging through the witch's handbag.

"She is Mafalda Hopkirk,"

He read a small card, and the stunned man was an assistant in the Department of Improper Misuse of Magic: "You'd better have this, Hermione, and the token."

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

The Polyjuice Potion had turned a pleasant lavender, and Hermione drank it, and within seconds Mafalda Hopkirk stood before them.

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

"We're a little late, the Mister from Magic Maintenance is coming."

They hurriedly shut 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 poof, and a small 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, looking listless.

Hermione and the wizard walked down the main street, Harry and Ron tiptoeing behind.

"You don't feel well... I'm sorry, I sympathize."

The little wizard tried to explain his situation, but Hermione raised his voice firmly to suppress his words, and she had to stop him before he got out into the street: "Here, have a candy."

"Eh? Oh, no, thanks—"

"Must eat!"

said Hermione forcefully, waving the Tut in front of him, and the little wizard, seemingly startled, took a piece.

The effect is immediate.

The little wizard threw up violently as soon as the candy hit his tongue, not even noticing that Hermione tore a lock of hair from the top of his head.

"Oh my God!"

She said she saw him throw up in the alley: "You might have to take a day off!"

"no no!"

While retching, he was still walking forward, although the road couldn't go straight: "I must—today—must—"

"But this is so stupid!"

Hermione said in horror, "You can't go to work like this - I think you should go to St. Mungo's Hospital for a check!"

The wizard couldn't stand up anymore and was still trying to move down the street.

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

cried Hermione.

He finally seemed to accept the facts she told, grabbed Hermione with a disgusted face, barely stood up, spun around and disappeared, leaving only a bag that Ron tore from his hand at the last moment and some flying vomit.

"Yo heh,"

Hermione picked up the hem of her robe to avoid the spit on the ground: "It's better to knock him out too."

"Yeah," said Ron, slipping out of the cloak with the wizard's bag, "but I still think a bunch of unconscious people is more likely to attract attention.

He loves to work... throw the hair and the potion over here. "

Two minutes later, Ron stood before them, a small, ferret-like man, like the sick wizard, in the navy-blue robes he had folded in his bag.

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

But whatever, I'm Reggie Catmull with a name on my back. "

——At the same time, in the space one kilometer away, the real Reggie Catmull swallowed a piece of candy, and his physical problems were instantly resolved.

"President, I'm fine."

"Okay, that's good."

Stephen said gently: "It made you suffer, Uncle Cattermole, but in order to save your family, we must do this."

"No, no, don't say that, at least when I was studying in Hufflepuff, I never thought that I would experience this kind of thing one day,

Besides, it's helping Harry Potter with things, which is what I should be doing anyway. "

Of course, this is the best way, but Stephen will not take it seriously. The Society for Magical Research spent a lot of money to infiltrate many people in the Ministry of Magic, so even if there is no such thing today, they will still spend their energy to go to the Ministry of Magic. 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 on the surface,

But our strength is as you can see, it is very strong, isn't it?

Either way, we're here to help keep your family safe. "

Some words must be said no matter whether they can be done or not, especially when the matter can be 100% successful, what's the problem with saying these words?

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

...

Harry waited ten minutes, but it felt like a long time, lying alone in the vomit-smeared alley with a knocked-out Mafalda hidden in the door next to him.

Finally, Ron and Hermione came back.

"Don't know who he is," said Hermione, handing Harry some of his black curls, "but he's gone home with a bloody nose!

He's quite tall, you might have to change into a big robe..."

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

When the painful transformation was complete, he stood more than six feet tall, with a muscular build in his arms and a beard on his chin.

He stuffed the invisibility cloak and glasses into his new pants and stood beside the other two.

"My God, it's so scary."

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

"Take a token of Mafalda,"

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

The three walked out of the alley together.

Walking fifty meters along the crowded sidewalk, there are two black pointed fences covering the steps, with "male" written on one side and "female" written on the other.

"See you later."

Hermione said nervously, and waddled down the steps marked "female".

Harry and Ron followed some oddly dressed men down what appeared to be an ordinary basement public toilet with dirty black and white tiles on the walls.

"Good morning, Reggie!"

cried a warlock in navy blue robes, slipping a gold token through a slit in the door and into a cubicle: "It's fucking annoying, isn't it?

Don't ask us to come to work like this!

Who did they think was coming, Harry Potter? "

The wizard chuckled at his one-liner, and Ron managed a couple of laughs.

"Hey," he said, "stupid enough, isn't it?"

He and Harry went into the adjoining cubicle.

There was the sound of flushing to Harry's left and right, and he peeked through the gap under the partition just in time to see a pair of boots crawl into the toilet bowl next door.

He looked to the left again and saw Ron blinking at him in amazement.

"Are you going to rush yourself in?"

Ron asked quietly.

"It seems so."

Harry whispered back, his voice low and hoarse.

Both of them straightened up, and Harry crawled into the toilet, feeling completely absurd.

He knew at once that he had done the right thing, and though it seemed to be standing in water, his shoes, feet, and robe were dry.

He reached out and zipped the chain rope, and immediately sprinted down a short chute, out of a fireplace, and into the Ministry of Magic.

He got up awkwardly, his body was much bigger than usual, and he didn't quite get used to it.

The hall seemed darker than Harry remembered.

It turned out that in the center was a golden fountain, casting spots of light on the polished wooden floor and walls.

But now, a huge black stone statue occupies the central position, which is terrifying.

Such a colossal stone statue, a witch and a warlock sitting on an ornately carved throne, looking down on Ministry workers rolling out of the fireplace.

At the bottom of the statue are inscribed several foot-high characters: MAGIC IS Might.

There was a thump on the back of Harry's leg - a wizard had just flown out of the fireplace.

"Get out of the way, please—oh, sorry, Runcorn!"

The bald wizard was obviously panicked and hurried away.

It seems that the person Harry is impersonating now - Runcorn, is very powerful.

"Hush!"

Another voice said, Harry turned his head and saw a tiny witch and the ferret-like wizard of the Magical Maintenance Service beckoning to him beside the statue, and hurried over.

"You got in smoothly?"

Hermione asked Harry quietly.

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

"Oh, that's funny... spooky, 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, only to find that what he had thought was an ornately carved throne just now was actually a mass of stone figures, hundreds of naked figures: men, women, and children, all silly and ugly, with twisted and squeezed bodies. Together, supporting the handsome, robed wizard.

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

They joined the stream of wizards and witches and walked towards the golden door at the end of the hall, glancing around as unobtrusively as possible but failing to see the distinctive figure of Dolores Umbridge.

They passed through the golden gates into a smaller hall, and saw people lined up in front of the golden grating doors of twenty elevators.

No sooner had they entered the nearest line than a voice said, "Cattermole!"

They looked back, and Harry felt a spasm in his stomach.

A Death Eater who had been present when Dumbledore died strode towards him, and the Ministry of Magic personnel next to him dropped their eyes and fell silent.

Harry could feel the terror creeping among them, the man's sullen, slightly brutal face didn't quite match his gorgeous, flowing robes studded with gold thread, and someone in the line by the elevator shouted flatteringly: " Good morning, Yaxley!"

The man ignored it.

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

Ron looked around as if expecting someone to interject, but no one said anything.

"Raining...in your office?

That—that's bad, isn't it? "

Ron smiled nervously, and Yaxley's eyes widened.

"You think it's fun, don't you, Cattermole?"

"No," said Ron, "of course not—"

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

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

Are you going to draw a line with her, huh?

Might be wise to remember to find a purebred next time. "

Hermione let out a small cry of horror.

Yaxley looked at her, and she coughed weakly, looking away.

"me--"

Ron stammered.

"I marry a woman who will never be confused with that rubbish, but suppose my wife is accused of being a Mudblood,"

Yaxley said: "And the head of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Department has a job to do, and I'm sure to make it a top priority, Cattermole, you know what I mean?"

"clear."

Ron whispered.

"Go ahead, Cattermole, if my office isn't completely dry in an hour, your wife's blood composition will be even more of a problem than it is."

The golden grating door in front of them slammed open, and Yaxley turned and walked towards the other elevator, nodding at Harry as he left, and flashing a nasty grin, apparently expecting Harry to teach Carter such a lesson. Moore appreciated it.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione got into their lift, but no one else got in, as if they had an infection.

The gate clanged shut and the elevator began to ascend.

"what do I do?"

Ron asked his two companions at once, as if in dire straits: "If I don't go, my wife—I mean, Cattermole's wife—"

"We're going with you, we're not going to separate—"

said Harry, but Ron shook his head furiously.

"That's sick, we don't have much time, you two go to Umbridge, I go to repair Yaxley's office - but how do you keep it from raining?"

"Try to end the spell,"

Hermione said right away, "If it's a jinx or a spell that's causing the rain, it should stop.

If it can’t be stopped, then there is something wrong with the weather spell, it’s more troublesome, you can protect his things with the water and fire inviolability spell—”

"Say it again, slow down—"

Ron was frantically looking for a pen in his pocket as he spoke, when the elevator stopped vibrating.

A hollow female voice said: "The fourth floor, the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, contains the Office of Beasts, Outliers and Ghosts, the Goblin Liaison Office, and the Pest Advisory Office."

The gate opened again, letting in two wizards, and several lavender paper airplanes, flying around the light bulb at the top of the elevator.

"Good morning, Albert."

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

The elevator creaked up again.

Hermione was anxiously whispering some advice to Ron, the wizard leaned up to Harry, squinted at him, and said in a low voice, "Dirk Cresswell?

From the Fairy Liaison Office?

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

He blinked, and Harry smiled, hoping it would please him.

The elevator stopped and the gate opened again.

"The second tier, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, contains the Misuse of Magic Department, Auror Command and the Wizengamot Governing Body."

said the hollow female voice.

Harry saw Hermione give Ron a slight push, and Ron hurried out of the elevator, followed by the other wizards, leaving only Harry and Hermione in the elevator.

As soon as the golden-barred door closed, Hermione said hurriedly, "Harry, I think I'd better follow him, I see he's at a loss, and if he gets caught, the whole plan—"

"The first floor, the office of the Minister of Magic and the logistics department."

The golden bars opened again, and Hermione gasped.

Four people stood before them, two of whom were in close conversation: a long-haired wizard in a magnificent robe embroidered with gold on a black background, and a squat, toad-like witch with a velvet bow in her short hair and a holding a clipboard.

HP Approaches the Magic World