HP Magic Biography

"You don't usually walk to work, do you?"

When Harry and Mr. Weasley walked to the square vigorously, Harry asked Mr. Weasley.

"No, I walk a lot," Mr. Weasley said, "but obviously you are not, and I think we'd better go there completely using non-magical methods... so that you can make a good impression and tell them that you are observing discipline of……"

Harry nodded, although he knew it was useless, what Fanlin instilled in him made Harry disappointed in the Ministry, at least for Fudge.

However, Mr. Weasley is also for his good.

Mr. Weasley kept his hands in his jacket as they marched. Harry knew he was holding the wand tightly in his hand.

This is an almost deserted road. Mr. Weasley was afraid of being attacked, but when they arrived at the small and poor subway station, they found that it was crowded with early drivers.

When they found themselves so close to the Muggles who were talking about everyday things, Mr. Weasley was extremely difficult to suppress his enthusiasm.

"It's like a myth," he whispered, staring at the ticket vending machine with glasses, "It's amazingly original."

"But they have failed," Harry said, pointing to the marker.

"Yes, but even so..." Mr. Weasley looked at these things innocently and radiantly. Harry and Mr. Weasley bought tickets from a sleepy conductor, and five minutes later they boarded a subway bound for central London.

Mr. Weasley anxiously checked the subway map posted on the window over and over again.

"There are four more stops, Harry now has three more stops and two stops, Harry..."

The excitement couldn't be restrained at all. Mr. Weasley had always wanted to do this in a Muggle manner, just by looking at the magically modified car.

They got off the train at a station very close to the center of the city of London and merged into a crowd of well-dressed men and women with briefcases in their hands. They walked up the escalator, passed the ticket barrier, and then they appeared on a wide street with spectacular high-rise buildings on both sides of the street, and there was a lot of traffic on the street.

"Where are we?" Mr. Weasley asked blankly. In the moment of a heartbeat, Harry almost thought that even though Mr. Weasley kept checking the map they still got off the wrong platform, but for a second Then Mr. Weasley said, "Ah, yes this way, Harry." Then he led Harry into a nearby road.

"I'm sorry," Mr. Weasley said, "but I have never taken a train to work, and my behavior is very different from a Muggle point of view. In fact, I have never used the Lai Bin entrance before."

The deeper they walked, the buildings on the side of the road became smaller and dilapidated until they finally reached a small alley, which included several dilapidated offices, a bar, and a tanker truck that was overflowing.

Harry had hoped that the Ministry of Magic would be located in a more impressive place.

"Here we are," Mr. Weasley said succinctly, pointing his finger at an old red phone booth, which had a few pieces of glass missing and stood in front of a heavily graffiti wall.

"Come with me, Harry." Mr. Weasley opened the phone booth door.

Harry walked into the phone booth and wondered what the place was for.

Mr. Weasley squeezed to Harry himself and closed the door of the phone booth. It was a little narrow inside; Harry was squeezed against the phone, which hung crookedly on the wall as if a barbarian had tried to tear it open.

Mr. Weasley crossed Harry to get the receiver.

"Mr. Weasley, I think this telephone is also malfunctioning," Harry said.

"No, no, I'm sure it's good," Mr. Weasley leaned the receiver against his ear and began to dial. "Let me see six" he dialed the number, "two four and one four and one two... well, that's right..."

When the dial returned to its original position steadily, a cold female voice came out of the phone, but from the receiver in Mr. Weasley's hand, but the voice was very loud and clear, as if there was someone watching. The missing woman stood beside them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please report your name and occupation."

"En..." Mr. Weasley was obviously not sure whether he was going to speak into the receiver.

But in the end, Mr. Weasley still compromised to put the microphone on his ears, "Arthur Weasley, the improper use of the magic items office, accompanied by Harry Potter, he was asked to come to attend a disciplinary hearing. meeting."

"Thank you," the cold female voice said, "Visitor, please take the badge and tie it to the front of the robe."

There was a clicking sound, and then Harry saw something slipping out of the metal slide, which was usually used to return coins.

Mr. Weasley picked up this thing. It was a square silver badge with the words Harry Potter, Disciplinary Hearing.

When the female voice sounded again, he pinned the badge on the front of the t-shirt.

"Visitors from the Ministry of Magic, you need to undergo an inspection and take your wand to the security office for registration. The security office is in the innermost part of the central hall."

As soon as the voice fell, the floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled. They slowly sink into the ground. Harry looked a little nervous as the sidewalk outside slowly lifted and passed the glass windows of the phone booth until the darkness gradually increased over their heads. Then they couldn't see anything, he could only hear the boring rubbing noise of the phone booth as it passed down the ground. Although Harry felt it was much longer, after about a minute a beam of golden light illuminated his feet and became wider and wider, gradually rising until it hit his face. Harry had to blink to avoid tears. .

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a nice day," the female voice said. The door of the phone booth popped open and Mr. Weasley walked out, followed by Harry, his mouth almost closed in surprise.

They are now standing at one end of a very long and magnificent hall, which is covered with very shiny black wooden floors. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with glittering golden symbols, which continue to move and change, just like the guardians of many heavens.

The walls on both sides are inlaid with shiny black wood, and there are many gilded fireplaces. Every few seconds, with a slight rapid movement, a wizard or witch came out of the fireplace on the left hand side. On the right, a small group lined up in front of each fireplace waiting to leave.

There is a fountain halfway in the hall. A group of golden statues slightly larger than life-size stands in the center of a circular pool. The tallest among these statues is a noble-looking wizard whose wand is pointed at the sky.

Surrounding the wizard statue is a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a little elf. The three statues behind stood in front of the wizard and witch with expressions of reverence. Water is flying out of the sparkling nozzle on the top of their wand. Other nozzles include a centaur, the top of the goblin hat, and the two ears of the little elf, so Ding Dong’s sound of falling water comes from the statue’s The gap spreads.

Hundreds of wizards and witches are scattered under the feet of these statues. Most of these statues are dressed in gray and look a little precocious. Looking straight, there is a group of golden doors at the end of the hall.

"This way," Mr. Weasley said. They joined the flow of people and passed between the staff of the Ministry of Magic. Some of the staff were holding a large stack of shaky parchment in their hands, while others were carrying a flat briefcase; others were Reading while walking...

Hmm... this is pretty bad...

When Harry and Mr. Weasley passed the fountain, he saw many silver and bronze coins gleaming at the bottom of the pool. There is a small dirty sign next to the pool, which says: All proceeds from the Magic Compatriot Fountain will be donated to the St. Mungo Magic Hospital to treat magical diseases and injuries.

Harry found himself thinking desperately: "If I hadn't been expelled from Hogwarts this time, I would donate ten golden gallons."

"Come here, Harry," Mr. Weasley said.

They walked out of the crowd of Ministry employees and went to the golden doors. On the left is a table with a sign on it that says safe place. When they approached, a wizard looked up at them and put down each of his hands. This guy had a badly shaved beard and was wearing a A peacock blue robe.

"I'm accompanying a visitor," Mr. Weasley gestured to Harry.

"Stand here," the wizard said in a boring tone. Harry walked over to him, and the wizard took out a long golden stick, which was as thin and soft as a car antenna. The wizard used it to probe Harry forward and backward.

"Wand," the wizard at the safe muttered, putting down the golden device and stretching out his hand. Harry passed his wand over.

The wizard put the wand on a strange brass instrument, which resembled dish antennas of various proportions. The instrument began to vibrate. A narrow strip of parchment came out from the bottom of the instrument.

"Eleven inches, the axis of the Phoenix feather has been used for four years. Is the information correct?"

"Yes," Harry replied nervously.

"I'll keep this," the wizard said and nailed the small piece of parchment to a small copper nail. "You take the wand back." He threw the wand to Harry and added.

"Thank you."

"Wait," the wizard said slowly. His glasses quickly swept from the visitor nameplate on Harry's chest to his forehead.

"Thank you, Eric," Mr. Weasley said calmly. He grabbed Harry by the shoulder and led Harry out of the safe, rejoining the army of wizards and witches that shuttled between the golden gates.

The crowd was a little bit crowded, and Harry followed Mr. Weasley through several doors to a smaller hall farther away, where at least twenty golden lattice elevators were working. Harry and Mr. Weasley joined a group of people waiting for the elevator. Beside them stood the bearded wizard, holding a huge cardboard box in his hand, and there was a disturbing noise in the box.

"How are you, Arthur?" The wizard nodded at Mr. Weasley.

"What are you carrying, Bob?" Mr. Weasley asked, looking at the box.

"I'm not sure," the wizard said solemnly, "I originally thought it was just a chick that meets the standards, but now it is spitting out flames. It seems that I have severely broken the regulations that prohibit experimental breeding.

Maybe it is a phoenix, but the phoenix and the chicken...

To be honest, this man has Hagrid's style, for example, playing with those fried snails.

With a loud noise, an elevator stopped in front of them; the golden lattice door opened, Harry and Mr. Weasley followed the others into the elevator, and Harry found that he had been squeezed into the back wall. Several wizards and witches looked at him curiously; he looked down at his feet to avoid anyone's sight, and when he did so, the bangs on his forehead drooped.

The lattice door closed with a bang and began to climb slowly. When the same female voice Harry had heard in the phone booth rang again, the elevator chain clicked.

"The seventh floor, the Magic Games and Sports Department, the headquarters of the British and Irish Fast Disco Alliance, the office billiard club, and the Magic Toy Patent Office."

The elevator door opened. Harry caught a glimpse of a messy hallway with all kinds of Quidditch ads nailed to the wall in a mess. In the elevator, a wizard holding a broomstick squeezed out of the elevator and disappeared into the corridor.

The door was closed, and the elevator tremblingly climbed again. This time the female voice announced: "On the sixth floor, the Magic Transportation Department, Floo Powder Transmission Network Cooperation Center, Broom Adjustment Control Office, Door Key Office, and Transmission Test Center."

Once again, the elevator door opened, and four or five wizards and witches walked out; at the same time, several paper airplanes rushed into the elevator. When these paper planes flapped their wings leisurely and hovered overhead, Harry stared at them. They were all lavender, and the edges of their wings were stamped by the Ministry of Magic.

"This is just internal mail," Mr. Weasley told Harry softly, "We generally use owls, but the number of letters is incredible. They fill my desk."

As they climbed, these internal mails all hovered around the ceiling lights.

"Fifth floor, the International Magic Cooperation Department, the International Magic Item Trade Standard Cooperation Office, the International Magic Law Office and the International Magic League UK branch."

"This is Mr. Crouch's..."

For some reason, Harry suddenly remembered Crouch, the hapless guy...

"Once..." Mr. Weasley responded briefly.

When the elevator door opened, two internal mails and a few wizards went out, but several internal mails flew in, so the lights above their heads became dimmed.

"Fourth floor, Magic Creature Regulations and Control Department, Magic Creature Cooperation Office, Body and Soul Separation Office, Leprechaun Liaison Office, and Pet Consultation Center."

"Here," the wizard carrying the turkey-breathing **** came out of the elevator with a few internal mails. The elevator doors closed again.

"On the third floor, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, including the Magical Disaster Reversal Office, the Rescue Command, and the Muggle Protection Committee."

On this floor, except for Harry, Mr. Weasley, and a wizard who was reading a long piece of parchment in the elevator, everyone else got out of the elevator.

When the elevator rose again, the remaining internal mail was still circling around the ceiling lamp~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Then the elevator door opened again, the female voice announced.

"On the second floor, the Enforcement Department of Magic Regulations, including the Office of Inappropriate Use of Magic, Auror Command, and Magic Item Maintenance Management Office."

"That's it, Harry," Mr. Weasley said. They walked out of the elevator with the wizard and walked into a corridor with a row of doors. "My office is on the other side of this floor."

"Mr. Weasley," Harry said as they passed a sun-drenched window, "Aren't we still staying underground now?"

"Yes, we are underground," Mr. Weasley said. "Those are magic windows. The magic maintenance department decides what the weather is every day. We experienced two months of hurricane weather during their last salary increase Turn this way, Harry."

They turned a corner, passed through two thick oak doors, and appeared in a noisy open area divided into individual compartments, filled with conversation and laughter.

Internal mail shuttled back and forth like mini rockets. A slanted sign hung on the nearest booth, which read: Auror Command.

Harry secretly looked at the door as they passed by. The Auror members hung pictures of wanted wizards and their own family portraits on the walls of their cubicles. Some also posted pictures of their favorite Quidditch teams and articles from the Daily Prophet. A wizard in a bright red robe was sitting cross-legged on the table, using his big quill to make a report, with a ponytail longer than Bill on his head.

A little bit further, a witch who was blindfolded with a blindfold was sitting on the top of the wall of her single room chatting with Kingsley Shakreport.