Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"she?"

In English, she and it are two different pronunciations. When Dumbledore used the pronoun of "she", Wang Xuebin immediately realized something.

"You mean, is she a girl?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore nodded gently, looked at the python slowly moving down the tree canopy, and said softly:

"...Yes, if I remember correctly, her name is...Nagini..."

really...

"Nagini? Then...how did she become like this now?"

Dumbledore had no intention of answering Wang Xuebin's question. His dark blue eyes blinked gently, and his lips slightly raised, and he said softly:

"That's a very long story. If you have the chance in the future, I'll tell you in detail.

As for now... we should think about how to place her as soon as possible and take out the Horcrux from the house as soon as possible..."

He looked at Dumbledore, who looked as if nothing had happened, and then looked at Nagini, who was lingering not far away but was afraid to get close to him due to the expulsion potion. He curled his lips and said:

"Didn't you apply that potion? If you solve her, I will solve the magic circle!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore shook his head and smiled, but he had no intention of refusing. He rolled up his sleeves, walked slowly towards Nagini.

As Dumbledore moved in, Nagini clearly felt a threat, stood up and looked at the visitor in a wary manner. Even the Xinzi, who was inquiring about the smell, dared not reveal it casually.

When Wang Xuebin, who was standing aside, saw this scene, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, tightened the oxygen mask on his face, took out the Book of Abraham and repeated the previous operations of Wu's Orphanage.

This kind of work is not difficult for him. The only thing he needs to pay attention to is to be careful when using magic to avoid touching the alert magic arranged by Voldemort.

As for the others, it's just easy...

Over there, Dumbledore held up his wrist, which had been applied to the potion, and waved gently at the python.

On this side, the orange-red slime that blocks magical power in the Book of Abraham is banned and is surging out.

For a moment, Gunter's old house became quiet...

......

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wilson, are you going to work again?"

In an apartment, a middle-aged man wearing a strict suit and a pair of gold-wire square eyes on his face.

After hearing the greetings from the neighbors and couples, he was slightly stunned. He reacted for a moment. A forced smile appeared on his stiff face and replied dryly:

“Yes…yes…work…today is working…today is working day…”

Seeing Mr. Wilson's condition, the wife of the neighbor couple felt a little awkward, but she couldn't describe it if she asked where the awkwardness was.

"...uh...well...I wish you a good trip..."

Hearing the neighbor's words, Mr. Wilson nodded silently, looked at the neighbor and his wife deeply, frowned slightly, turned around and quickly left.

In the apartment, the neighbor's wife also frowned when she looked at the figure who was leaving.

"Darling...Do you feel that something is wrong with Mr. Wilson today?"

Hearing his wife's words, the husband asked blankly:

“…Is there something wrong?”

Then he thought about it and said with a sudden enlightenment:

"... Maybe it's because the government has had some trouble, which makes Mr. Wilson difficult... You know, how unreliable the government of our country is..."

As soon as my husband opened his head, the wife suddenly forgot the disharmoniousness she had just felt, and instead took stock of the government's complaints with her lover, one by one, as if the British Empire was about to perish...

In the bedroom opposite the couple, a man who looked exactly like Mr. Wilson just now, his eyes were closed and his face was pale.

Looking at his appearance, it was obvious that the body was already cold...

......

"Mr. Wilson, good afternoon, do you want a newspaper?"

"Mr. Wilson, do you want some fresh coffee?"

Mr. Wilson is very popular. Many people know him in the most important municipality under Greater London, the administrative center of the United Kingdom, the city of Westminster.

But it is obvious that Mr. Wilson is not in a very beautiful mood today. He ignored the intentions of these vendors who would greet him warmly on weekdays, and just walked forward on his own.

Westminster City, also known as Westminster City, has a status in the UK just like China on the Second Ring Road of the Capital.

Extremely important administrative places such as Buckingham Palace, Clarence Palace, Capitol Building, and No. 10 Downing Street are all located in this municipality.

This is the center of British politics, economy, culture and other aspects!

This is true in the Muggle world, and so is the wizard world!

Diagon Alley, Overturn Alley, and Gringott, the most important landmarks in the wizarding world are also located in this area. Of course, the Ministry of Magic is no exception!

The Ministry of Magic, or the British Ministry of Magic, was built in the seventeenth century and was reorganized by an organization called the Wizards' Council.

At the beginning, the Ministry of Magic only served to implement the "Witcher Secretariat Act" signed at that time.

Later, with the common development of the wizarding world and the Muggle world, the Ministry of Magic has more and more matters under its jurisdiction. Until now, it has become the most authoritative official institution in the wizarding world.

Not only is the responsibility of maintaining the confidentiality law, legislation, law enforcement, trial, execution, and registration and management of various administrative affairs, all within the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic.

Even the work of communicating between the wizard and the Muggle world is done by the Ministry of Magic.

In order to facilitate contact with the Muggle Prime Minister, the Ministry of Magic also deliberately placed its office location below Whitehall in Westminster.

Almost no Muggles knew that there was such a magical world underground in the ground of their most important administrative center.

What no one knows is that our Mr. Wilson is also a member of this magical world.

"...Director Wilson?"

A dirty street, several dilapidated buildings, a bar, and a messy wall, the air was filled with the smell of a sewer recoil.

This seemingly ordinary neighborhood, even homeless people don’t like to spend the night here. No one can think that this is the gate to the magical world of the Ministry of Magic!

In the telephone booth in the middle of the block, when you use the phone here to dial 62442, that is, the spelling combination of magic letters on the keyboard.

There will be a special reception witch to ask about your identity and reason for your visit. After you explain, you will spit out a silver badge with the name and reason for your visit from the coin port.

Carry your badge and the phone booth will take you to the underground hall like a helicopter elevator in the Muggle World. By passing the security check in the hall, you will be able to reach the Ministry of Magic smoothly!

Of course, this is just a visitor entrance. If it is an internal staff member of the Ministry of Magic, it is far from such a hassle.

In the corner of the block, there are several public toilets standing there. The toilet pits are blocked all year round and emit an unpleasant smell. In addition, the effect of the Muggle Exit Spell, no one will actually go to the toilet here.

The entrance and exit of the Ministry of Magic staff is set up here.

When you enter the public toilet and twist the flush, there will be a strong suction force coming from the toilet drain.

The person sitting on the toilet will turn into a ball of green flame, concave a stream of shiny dust, and flow straight towards the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Compared with telephone booths, this method is much faster and more convenient, but due to the image problem, many senior officials have complained about this way of entry and exit.

Before Voldemort rose, officials from the Ministry of Magic moved directly into and out of the Ministry of Magic through the Phantom.

However, under the threat of Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic had to turn on the anti-phantom migration device and required every staff to enter and exit the Ministry of Magic through the security checkpoint in the hall.

Now, these two entrances and exits are the only two passages to the Ministry of Magic!

"...Didn't you ask for leave? Are you in good health?"

A chubby witch wearing a bright pink dress started to whine in her very cute voice.

"What..."

The disgusting voice woke Mr. Wilson who was obviously thinking about something. He turned his head and looked at the security inspector who looked like a toad in front of him, frowned.

"...Is there anything wrong with my wand?"

"Of course not..."

Hearing Director Wilson's somewhat impatient tone, the female security inspector who wanted to please the leader panicked and returned the wand to Director Wilson in a hurry, and smiled carefully:

“…twelve inches, purple shirt, dragon heart tendon wand, great wand, just like you…”

Director Wilson became more and more impatient, took back his wand, looked down at the clerk's badge, and said with a squinted eyes:

"Ms. Umbridge...do your own business!"

After saying that, regardless of Umbridge's awkward expression, he pushed open the floodgates and left without looking back.

In place, Umbridge, who failed to become an intern at the Office forbidden to abuse magic, could only accompany Director Wilson to watch Director Wilson go away due to the influence of the wings of the butterfly.

Who made her offend the Black Magic Defense Strategy and Tactical Advisor?

In the eyes of the Minister of Magic, an intern who is charming and bullying the poor is far less important than a black magic defense expert with real skills, even though that expert is not pure blood...

"Director Wilson!"

"Director Wilson!"

The staff who were all in a hurry and could see many young people with awesomeness.

These people are the newly recruited Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. They are all elites, and they are definitely not as good as those who cannot even release the iron armor curse twenty years later.

The busy staff would stop and greet him politely whenever they saw Director Wilson's figure.

Although the Magic Traffic Department is not a strong department, as the head of the department, Wilson's majesty cannot be underestimated.

"Um!"

Looking at the people coming and going, Wilson did not mean to stop, nodded slightly, and kept walking towards the main hall.

The Ministry of Magic is a building built underground, with a total of ten floors, and each floor has a different office station.

The first floor of the underground, which is the highest floor of the Ministry of Magic, is the office of the Minister of the Ministry of Magic. However, the floor directly accessed by the Ministry of Magic is set up on the eighth floor of the underground.

There is no department station on this floor, but only the security gate and main hall are located.

The so-called main hall is actually the lobby and reception area of ​​the Ministry of Magic headquarters, which is used to welcome visitors and employees of the Ministry of Magic.

It was a very long and magnificent hall, with dark wooden floors that were painted brightly on the ground, and the peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

There are many gilded fireplaces embedded on the walls on both sides of the main hall. In peacetime, the fireplaces on both sides are transportation for employees to work in various places.

Unfortunately, the link to the Floor Network of the fireplace is now blocked, and the fireplace is also blocked by a thick layer of iron doors.

If employees want to enter and exit, they must first leave the Ministry of Magic through the public toilet, move at the Phantom or move from a long distance through the post office in Diagon Alley not far away, which is very troublesome.

In the middle of the main hall is a magic brothers fountain. Two golden statues up to eight meters high in the center of the fountain will occasionally show various dignified postures, which looks a little stupid.

After passing the main hall and reaching the end of the hall, you can see a row of golden doors. Each door is a helicopter elevator. Here is the only passage to each floor.

"Director Wilson!"

"Um!"

When the elevator opened, two more staff members greeted him. Wilson nodded silently, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button leading to the sixth floor underground, the Magic Traffic Department.

As the two staff members left, the elevator slowly closed. In the elevator, Director Wilson took a deep breath, supported his eyes that were a little uncomfortable, folded his hands to his lower abdomen, and tightly held the wand in his right hand.

Dingdong, the elevator door opened, and a clerk in charge of receiving diversion heard the sound and couldn't help but raise his head.

"Hmm? Director Wilson? You...didn't you ask for leave today..."

Seeing the staff's puzzled expression, Wilson's stiff face once again pulled a reluctant smile. He looked at the staff and coughed lightly and said:

"Ahem...huh!

That's right. A few days ago, the Dark King's tactic failed. The minister was afraid of the dark... The Dark King implemented the anti-decapitation plan and asked me to check the anti-phantom migration device and the Floor Network blocking device!

Ahem... To be on the safe side, please take me to check it out again!"

Hearing the director's words, the staff member nodded suddenly.

These things are originally the area under the responsibility of Director Wilson. During the special period, temporary inspections have not been done without, and there is no feeling that something is wrong.

"Oh well..."

The staff member said, put down the quill in his hand, stood up, and walked towards the Anti-Phantom Transit Office.

The walls made of black bricks on both sides and gradually whiter on the edges add a solemn atmosphere to the Ministry of Magic, while also giving people a hint of pressure.

Director Wilson now felt this feeling. Although nothing special happened along the way, his heart was still pounding.

‘Puu~’

‘Puu~’

‘Puu~’

"It's here...ah..."

Director Wilson accidentally stopped and hit the employee.

The staff's subconscious exclamation aroused Wilson's stress response!

"Avada chewed on big melons!"

‘Lingling!!!’

The subconscious reaction took the staff's lives, but also alarmed the Ministry of Magic.

The sharp and harsh alarm sound instantly broke the peace of the Ministry of Magic!

"who!

"There are enemies!"

“Where is it!”

"Someone invaded!"

"The unforgivable curse, the life-seeking curse!"

"Sixth floor! It's the Magic Traffic Department!"

"Magic Traffic Department?!?! Oops!"

Oh no!

It's really bad!

Wilson held a magic wand and suddenly stabbed into the large lock in the center of the gate of the ban room.

In an instant, a red light cracked from the center of the gate of the enclosed room, and with the wand as the center, irregular rectangles cracked.

‘Gala!Gala!’

A heavy mechanical sound rang out, and the door slowly folded and contracted around. Wilson rubbed the sweat beads coming out of his forehead while looking back nervously.

"Wilson! It's Wilson! The director of the Transportation Division is fake!"

"Compound Decoction! It's Compound Decoction!"

A group of people who could not break the truth squeezed into the elevator like crazy, completely disappearing their gentle, respectful and frugal attitude.

"Stop him!"

"Torn to pieces!"

The first person to rush to the sixth floor was about to stop Wilson, but he didn't even have time to react, and he was blown away by a spell from behind.

In an instant, everyone's face turned pale!

"There is! Rebel! Ah!!!"

The curse intertwined, and the narrow sixth floor has now become a meat grinder, devouring the figures of people who want to pass him.

Everyone was like falling into an ice cave. They couldn't tell who was a comrade and an enemy. The companions who fought side by side in the past were now facing each other, and they were always ready to kill each other and die.

In the ban room, Wilson, who was rolling and crawling in, turned around and finally saw the sophisticated and complex metal instrument floating in the air in front of him, constantly rotating like a concentric ghost worker ball.

He held the wand tightly in his right hand, aiming at the complex and sophisticated instrument that was suspended in the air and could not help but rotate, using the most powerful spell in his life.

"The fire burns!"

First there was a blue Mars...

Then there was a jumping flame...

‘Bang!’

A loud blast spread throughout the Ministry of Magic. Everyone looked at the floor where the Magic Traffic Department was located in amazement, looking shocked and confused.

The fierce flames were burning, and the "Director Wilson" who was flying to the wall by the shock wave gradually turned into a young man with black hair.

The young man looked at the flames in front of him, grinned and smiled happily, looked back at the others, pulled open his sleeves, and stabbed the hideous black demon mark with his magic wand.

‘Sau~’

‘Sau~’

‘Sausala...’

Black fog flashed by, and figures wearing black robes and uniform masks appeared in the center of the square of the Ministry of Magic.

The fireplaces on both sides were also ignited by clusters of green flames, and figures stepped out from the fireplace.

"Swoosh~"

Finally, a black mist that was so thick that it could not be melted flew down from the air, whirled and landed on the ground, turning into a human figure.

"Good afternoon! Everyone..."

As soon as the figure fell to the ground, he took off his hood, revealed his gray-white face, grinned with blood-red lips, and shouted excitedly:

“…Let’s start the party!”

"Avada chews big melon!!!"