After confirming that all the family members were there, Mr. Harris pulled out a peacock-patterned pendant.

"Daddy, what is this?" asked Emily curiously to her father.

"It's the portkey. "Mr. Harris is in a great mood.

"What's the portkey?" it seems that Emily has reached an age where she likes to get to the bottom of things.

"A portkey is a magical item that can quickly transform a person from one dimension to another. "Mr. Harris was very patient in answering all the questions of his lovely little daughter.

"Doorkey? Daddy, you actually applied for a portkey, doesn't that require authorization from the Ministry of Magic to get it?" Daisy asked in surprise, normally you can only get a portkey when the Ministry of Magic has a big event, and Mr. Harris actually got one!

"You know, after all, I, Albert, and Lunn are all in the Ministry of Magic, although not in high positions. Well, such a big event as awarding the Order of Merlin of the Third Class is worth some favors, and it looks quite delicate to successfully apply for a portkey!" Mr. Harris shook the pendant in his hand.

"Wouldn't it be nice to have some special way to go, maybe this is the only time in my life!" Albert and Lunn had wanted to apparition near the Ministry of Magic and join their families, but Mr. Harris thought that since it was a medal for the whole family, the whole family should act together.

Mr. Harris was able to get a portkey, and it seemed that the family was far more powerful than he thought. The meaning of Mr. Harris's words is clear to Allen, if it weren't for the management loopholes, the trophy would not have been replaced with a portkey in the Goblet of Fire final.

Everyone grabbed the feathers from the peacock pendant. Mr. Harris pinched one of the peacock's feathers. Emily followed her father's example and pinched one. Immediately afterwards, the family gathered around the small peacock pendant, and each of them pinched a peacock's feather.

Based on the number of feathers, this portkey could still carry a lot of people! Alan suspected that Mr. Harris must have chosen the most beautiful one when he took the portkey, not the most suitable. You know, for the portkey, its appearance is generally quite ordinary, unnoticeable, and by a wizard with special magic, it can lead people to transform time and space.

After everyone had stood up, Alan felt as if a hook was slamming forward with an irresistible momentum behind his navel, and then his feet were off the ground and flying. It flew forward like a gust of wind, and I couldn't see anything clearly. The portkey, on the other hand, stuck his finger to it as if it had a magnetic force, making sure Eren didn't get lost in the space.

Soon, Alan finds himself standing on a dirty street. The walls of the street were painted in a mess, with paint of various colors and crooked handwriting. Several dilapidated buildings were fragile and clumped to the side. A bar is very sparse, there is not a single customer in it, and it is silent.

"Here we are," said Mr. Harris succinctly, pointing to an old red telephone booth with a few pieces of glass missing, and erected in front of the heavily scribbled wall, "Everybody come with me." ”

He opened the door to the phone booth.

Alan wasn't sure if he wanted to go inside, it was so narrow! Albert and Lunn followed without hesitation, and Mrs. Harris picked up Emily and walked in. Daisy frowned, carefully lifted her velvet robe, and actually tucked it in.

Alan walked in only to find that although the space inside was narrow and everyone was crowded together, it was indeed just enough to accommodate Allen's family. Alan doubted that even a few more would fit it. Even if it's just two people, it's still crowded.

At this point, Alan was squeezed against the telephone, which hung crookedly on the wall as if a barbarian had tried to tear it apart. Mr. Harris crossed over to Allen and got the earpiece.

"Let me see...... Six......" he dialed the number, "two...... Four...... Another four...... One more and a second ......"

As the dial returned to its place, a cold female voice came from the telephone, not from the receiver in Mr. Harris's handset, but it was so loud and intelligible that it seemed as if an unseen woman was standing beside them.

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

Mr. Harris apparently does not know how to use a telephone, and he speaks into the receiver as if he were holding a walkie-talkie. "Owen Harris, who works in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, was invited to the Ministry of Magic to present the Order of Merlin, 3rd class. Next, everyone reported their names and occupations one by one.

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

There was a click, and then Alan saw something slide out of the metal slide, which is usually used to return coins.

He picked it up, and it was a square silver badge with the words "Alan Harris, Hogwarts student, Lord Merlin, Third Class Medal".

When the female voice sounded again, he pinned the badge to the front of his robe. "Visitors to the Ministry of Magic, you will need to undergo a check, and register your wand with the security office, which is located at the very back of the atrium. ”

The floor of the phone booth suddenly shuddered. They slowly sank into the ground. Slowly, Alan couldn't see anything, and all he could hear was the dull grinding noise of the phone booth as it passed down the floor. When the dazzling light pierced Allen's eyes, they stopped descending.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a great day," the female voice said.

The door to the phone booth popped open, and Mr. Harris walked out, followed by a family.

What presented to Alan's eyes was a very magical world, and Alan looked at the opulent and magical decorations, and felt that his eyes were opened.

He noticed that there were many gilded fireplaces on the walls on either side of the hall. Every few seconds, with a slight rapid movement, a wizard or witch emerges from the fireplace on the left. And on the right-hand side, small lines were formed in front of each fireplace waiting to leave.

"Normally, we should enter the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace. As if to see Alan's doubts, Albert explained. "We're in the guest lane today. ”

"It's amazing to pretend you're not from the ministry and enter through an unfamiliar passageway. Mr. Harris replied cheerfully, he was in a really good mood today, and greeted everyone he knew with a red face.

"Yes, we are here for the award ceremony of the Order of Merlin, 3rd class. He said enthusiastically to everyone he knew.

It seems that the wizards of the Ministry of Magic value this honor like the Order of the Order of Merlin!' Alan keenly grasped the envy and jealousy in the eyes of these people.