"Come, you go in first!" Tonks opened the door to the phone booth, and she walked in.

Picking up the crooked phone, holding the microphone above his head, and looking at the dial pad, Tonks was a little confused: "What's the number......

I watched her ink for a long time, and I made mistakes several times.

"62442!" Jon couldn't help but remind.

"Oh...... Right...... Ouch......" Tonks was stunned for a moment, then jumped up excitedly, slammed his head against the glass door of the phone booth, and finally covered his head and wailed......

The whole action is done in one go!

"You...... Are you alright?" Jon asked with a wry smile.

"Also...... It's okay!" Tonks rubbed the place where his head was hit, "Hey, how do you know the password!"

"Because I've been here......" Jon explained, "my aunt lives in England." ”

Fortunately, Tonks didn't continue to care about the issue.

She turned her gaze to the phone and typed in the number "62442."

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and what to do. An indifferent female voice came from the phone microphone.

"Ahh......h I'm Auror Ni Fadora Tonks from the Auror office...... I'm in charge of leading the wizard Christoph Patrick from Austria to the Ministry of Magic to check and register!"

"Thank you," said the woman's cold voice, "Guest, please take the badge and pin it in front of your clothes." ”

Jon picked up the silver coin that had fallen from the trough and pinned it to his chest...... Then, I felt that the phone booth slowly sank into the ground, and the surrounding area fell into darkness......

......

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a nice day. ”

About a minute later, the door to the phone booth was opened as the voice rang out.

Tonks pulled Jon out, and Jon found them on one side of a hall.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain. In the fountain pools stood a group of statues of pure gold: at the top of them was a noble wizard with a wand pointed to the sky, surrounded by a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf.

And all around, many witches and wizards flocked by, and it looked like there might be hundreds.

"We've got to go check first!" Tonks grabbed Jon and made his way to a table to the left, a short distance ahead, and stopped under a sign that read "Security Check."

"Eric, I've brought a foreign guest!" Tonks reminded the lethargic-looking wizard under the sign, "he needs to be checked." ”

The wizard lazily stood up and held up a long golden rod, as thin and resilient as a car's antenna, and swept it from top to bottom on Jon's chest and back.

"Nothing out of the ordinary!" he said, then sat down again.

"Okay, thank you!" Tonks nodded to him, then said to Jon, "We need to go to the International Affairs Division now and register you." ”

Follow Tonks through the gate to a smaller hall with at least twenty elevators.

Walked into the elevator and stayed in it for a minute or so.

"The fifth level, the Department of International Magical Cooperation, contains the International Standards Institute for Magical Trade, the International Office of Magical Law, and the International Federation of Magicians UK seats. Jon looked at the contents posted in the elevator.

"We need to go to the International Magical Law Office!" Tonks ran out first as the elevator door opened.

Jon had to keep up with her...... I came to a very deserted office.

"Christoph Patrick, an underage wizard from Austria, needs to register his wand. Tonks shouted.

A wizard in a peacock blue robe with an uncleanly shaved beard looked up from his desk:

"Wand!" he muttered.

Jon pulled a wand out of his pocket and handed it over. The wizard threw it on a grotesque-looking brass machine that looked like a single-disc scale.

The machine began to vibrate slightly, and a narrow strip of parchment spat out quickly from a hole in the bottom.

The wizard tore off the paper and read the words:

"Made of plum wood, eleven inches, the core of the staff is a dragon's heart tendon, and it has been used for twenty-one years. Right?"

"Yes!" Jon nodded, "This wand used to belong to my father, who bought it from Grigovich when he was in third grade at Durmstrang. ”

The son inherited his father's wand and used it, which was common in the wizarding world, and wizards had little suspicion.

The wizard stood up and took a vial from a nearby shelf, and poured all the white flocculent contents of the vial onto Jon's wand.

The wand quickly absorbed it completely.

"It's done!" he returned the wand to Jon.

......

"Excuse me, Miss Tonks!"

"It's okay, it's a good job...... Good luck at Hogwarts!"

Saying goodbye to Tonks, Jon and her parted.

Glancing at the scarred wand in his hand, Jon put it back in his pocket...... This wand, of course, is not his emerald bamboo wand, but Barty Crouch Jr.'s wand.

Barty Crouch Jr. has been "dead" for more than a dozen years, and there's no way anyone at the Ministry of Magic remembers what his wand looked like...... So Jon can safely register it with the Ministry of Magic, so that his real wand will not be stained with traces.

He is also free to use magic outside of school.

Alone, Jon got back on the elevator and returned to the Golden Hall of the Ministry of Magic.

But as Jon passed by the fountain, he heard a loud, shrill voice like a little girl in front of him.

There was no doubt that this voice was still familiar to Jon's memories of his previous life.

It was Dolores Umbridge, even though she was on the other side of the fountain and Jon couldn't see her face:

"I need you to fetch me two Dementors, Yaxley......" Her voice was full of non-debatability.

"You should know, Miss Umbridge...... It's difficult......" The wizard named Yaxley stammered a little, "Every move of the Dementors is strictly monitored by the Ministry of Magic. ”

"It's an order!" Umbridge's voice rang out again, "If you can't handle it, then you don't have to go to work in Azkaban anymore!"

"I'm ......," Yaxley said with a wry smile, "can you do it in a week, and in seven days, I'll arrange for two Dementors to serve you......"

Then there was a silver bell-like laugh, and Jon could hear the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

But he walked over as if no one had heard anything.

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