In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Breakfast was delivered to Bock's room door according to the time set by Jon.

The food was prepared exactly as he wanted, allowing Jon to experience the absolute privilege of pure blood in this magical society.

After filling his stomach, he glanced at the time on the clock. It would be a while before the Ministry of Magic started working.

So he finally checked all his clothes and employment consent form, and found a wand about 9 inches long from the black briefcase placed on the bedside.

According to the information that Jon had memorized in his mind, he could easily recognize that this was the original Spike Ollivander's wand, with an apple wood body and a fire dragon heartstring core.

He put away his wand, took the applewood wand with him, and walked out of the room after making sure that the time was almost up.

At this time, some wizards were already sitting in the bar downstairs. They were all enjoying breakfast and listening to the whispers. The most talked about was the completion of the public trial held at the Witch Flat Line and Dumbledore's victory over the British. The Ministry of Magic declared war.

Jon did not listen carefully to what they were saying, but swaggeringly carried his briefcase and said to Bock who was busy at the bar.

"Go to Diagon Alley to ask for the expenses for these days from my uncle and grandpa."

The wizards who met Jon consciously moved aside. Spike had been living in the Leaky Cauldron for a while, and everyone who came here often knew his background.

Even among pure-blood families, the Ollivander family already has the best reputation among the many people in the world, but pure-bloods are pure-bloods after all. No matter how good their reputation is, no one is willing to mess with the half-bloods.

Bock even lowered his head and sent the great god Jon out of his bar. After watching his back really leave, the old wizard who had been Voldemort's boss breathed a sigh of relief.

After leaving the Leaky Cauldron, Jon followed the information in the document and found the public toilet in London.

Compared with other public toilets, this place is extremely busy, but there is a strange power protecting this building, allowing those Muggles who are not in urgent need to subconsciously find various reasons to avoid it, and then go there again Go find another bathroom.

But there are always some people in strange costumes who keep walking in, but it is rare to see any of them coming out again.

Jon didn't understand why the Ministry of Magic chose a public toilet as the entrance for employees to work. He could only attribute this to the bad taste of a certain Minister of Magic.

From the information, he learned that in fact, normal employees rarely entered the Ministry of Magic through this entrance to work. Most of them used Apparition to teleport directly to their jobs.

Yes, in most cases, there are no anti-Apparition restrictions in the British Ministry of Magic, but as happened yesterday, of course today the entire Ministry of Magic has fully activated anti-Apparition magic, except for those high-level ones. Officials, such as directors of various departments and directors, have special floo networks that can reach them directly. Everyone else needs to take the regular passage in this public toilet to return to work in the Ministry of Magic.

This happened to be a favor to Jon.

He has never been to the British Ministry of Magic, and of course he cannot use Apparition to teleport directly into it. In normal times, if there is no need to Apparate, a young man from a pure-blood family like him would actually have to use the public toilet. Regular passage, sure to catch others' attention.

But today's situation made it reasonable for him to take the regular channel.

There were so many people in the public toilets, employees from the entire Ministry of Magic had to queue up to go to work, and there was a long queue outside every toilet cubicle.

After seeing Jon walking in with his briefcase, especially when he saw the Ollivander family crest embroidered on the robe he was wearing, the team closest to him immediately reacted.

The employees who were queuing at the back took a step back and lowered their heads facing Jon, obviously giving way to him.

Jon behaved very naturally about this. He raised his head and didn't even look at these mixed-race employees. He just opened the door and walked into the cubicle as if everything was as it should be.

After closing the door, he didn't stop and pressed the flush button on the toilet. The next moment, the water in the toilet was flushed down. Jon's whole body twisted instantly and disappeared along with the water that was pumped away. .

The next second, his feet landed on another solid ground.

People continued to appear around them. They were all wearing tight-fitting clothes. They were either holding a briefcase like Jon, or they were holding a stack of heavy information.

Jon saw clearly that he was currently in a huge place similar to a foyer. He adjusted the tie around his neck and then walked towards the Ministry of Magic.

Everyone around who noticed the badge on his chest would consciously lower their heads, make way for him, and let him go first.

Of course, there are also some wizards like him who don't pay attention to the people around them at all. They just walk towards the Ministry of Magic with their heads held high. They all have the crests of different families in front of them.

This is the biggest difference between the Ministry of Magic and the previous Hogwarts Castle.

In the castle, students of different origins are divided into different colleges. Even if there is some communication, it is a rare occasion. Therefore, even if there is a straightforward difference in status, mixed-race students are not very intuitive. The feeling is that in daily education, I am constantly reminded that they are a bunch of second-class citizens.

But after leaving the protection of the school and entering the workplace, this difference in status became extremely obvious.

Purebloods have an absolute status advantage over any other bloodline, especially in the Ministry of Magic, the largest workplace in the entire magical world. This is even more straightforward.

Jon didn't have time to express so many emotions. He was not here to do social practice this time, but to have more important things.

After arriving at the antechamber of the Ministry of Magic, he saw the stone statue of "Magic is Power" that was erected after Voldemort completely took control of the Ministry of Magic.

In front of the entrance hall, there were Aurors stationed there. They were checking the wands of every Ministry of Magic employee entering and verifying their identity.

But the privileges of pure blood are clearly reflected here. Those wizards with family crests on their chests can directly bypass this inspection and enter the Ministry of Magic without restriction.

The Aurors wouldn't stop them, and everyone else took it for granted.

Jon, like the other purebloods, walked into the Ministry of Magic with a briefcase in his hand.

If you want to impose any restrictions on pure blood, it can only be ordered by Voldemort himself, and if he really gives the order, then not only Aurors will be here to check, but there will also be Death Eaters.

Half-blood Aurors with impure blood are certainly not qualified to perform such rude verification on pure blood.

Jon once again experienced the convenience of pure-blood privileges. This was the two extremes from when he disguised himself as a pureblood and sneaked into Hogwarts Castle.

After entering the main hall, he walked directly into the elevator.

Because the mixed-bloods were basically still being held outside and being examined one by one, the people entering the elevator at this time were basically pure-blood wizards with badges on their chests.

".Did you come here because you heard the news?"

"Everyone was talking about this event at the last gathering, and the Department of Mysteries was the focus."

"Does that mean that the people who can come in this time are all our own?"

"At the top level, we don't know Slughorn's attitude for the time being. Among the new recruits, Ollivander is the one we want to win over. There are very few people in their family working in the Ministry of Magic, so they probably don't know about it yet. this matter."

"Wait, he's coming."

After Jon entered the elevator, the people inside stopped talking.

The entire Ministry of Magic is very large, and there are many employees inside. Among them, there are many pure-blood young masters who are used to being second-rate at home and want to experience life in the Ministry of Magic.

Coupled with the identity Jon is currently pretending to be - Spike Ollivander is a student who graduated from Hogwarts Castle just two years ago. After graduation, he partyed at home all day long for more than a year. I have just joined the job and have only worked in the Ministry of Magic for less than a year, so my interpersonal relationships are not that complicated.

Jon only needed to remember the faces and names of the few people he usually talked to, and the people standing in the elevator now were obviously no more than casual acquaintances at best.

He was the last one to enter the elevator. There were six or seven people standing inside, but the atmosphere seemed very silent, and the only floor button that was pressed was the ninth floor.

That was the place of the Department of Mysteries within the Ministry of Magic, and that was Jon's destination.

This means that the final destination of everyone in this elevator is the Department of Mysteries, and they are likely to be Jon's future colleagues.

Jon didn't look much at this. He just noticed the two badges embroidered on the chests standing in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

They are from two new-school pure-blood families and are not members of the old-school twenty-eight sacred families.

The main hall was on the eighth floor, and the elevator only descended for a few seconds before they reached the Department of Mysteries on the ninth floor.

After the elevator door opened, Jon was surrounded by the people around him and filed out.

After exiting the elevator fence, they found a simple corridor in front of them. Except for a few candlesticks, there was nothing else on the surrounding walls, not even a portrait or a tapestry.

A group of purebloods walked forward together in silence along the corridor. Soon they came to the end of the corridor and the only door here.

The black door is very plain, without any patterns on it, not even a handle can be seen.

A pure-blood witch walking at the front put her hand on the black door, and then pushed it open.

There was also a pure black space behind the door, but it was in a circular shape. Jon and other purebloods walked in together. After entering, they discovered that even the ceiling and floor were black.

And around them, including the door they came in with, there were a total of twelve identical black doors without door handles.

When they walked into the house, the door they entered was closed by itself, and then the circular room began to rotate, and the twelve doors seemed to have been turned by some bearings from fast to slow, and finally Then he slowly stopped.

But at this time, Jon and the others could no longer tell which door they walked in from.

Fortunately, there was no one waiting for them in this room.

In the center of the black room, there was a middle-aged witch wearing glasses sitting at a table. Her exquisite crimson robe was also embroidered with a emblem. Jon could recognize it. It was the sacred second witch. The coat of arms of the Parkinson family, one of the eighteen families.

"I knew you would definitely come here on the last day. Fortunately, I didn't wait here for the past few days."

The Parkinson's witch complained and pulled out a form.

"Hurry up, don't waste my time, check your name and tick the sign-in form. That's all you need to do. Just wait in the lounge until everyone arrives at noon today. You can just wait for each department to pick people up."

It was obvious that someone among them was familiar with this witch.

"Mrs. Parkinson, will there be room for us to choose our job after joining the company?"

"Do you think this is your backyard? The people above us have spent so much money to replace the entire Department of Mysteries, and you still have room to choose!"

This was obviously not a rebuke, but more of a joke.

It was precisely because of this that after she finished speaking, laughter rang out all around.

Jon also smiled, but in fact he was watching this scene with cold eyes.

From getting the information and learning about the recent strange activities of the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Mysteries, to the moment he entered the elevator and finally heard a few of them talking, and finally to the fact that these purebloods have spoken without hesitation, Qiao En can obviously feel that these people have become a group of their own.

In the upper-level power structure of the magical world, which was originally controlled by pure blood, it has split into its own circle.

And while Jon was observing, a black door that he was facing was suddenly opened from the inside.

A plump old man with a smile on his face and a walrus-like beard walked out.

"Ha, that's great, the newcomer has arrived Elena."

Upon hearing his voice, a smile like a chrysanthemum blossomed on the face of the witch known as Mrs. Parkinson.

"Yes, just like I talked to you before, Horace, they are all extremely lazy. The only ones who can report on this time on the last day are hard-working people."

"I happen to be short of manpower now. You know, there are too many documents left by the former deputy director. They have already signed in, right? Then let me pick someone first so that my old arms and legs can He can take a break. Well, just him, the Ollivander boy."