The cold female voice sounded again, "The fourth floor, the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control, contains the Beasts, Aliens and Ghosts Office, the Elf Liaison Office, and the Pest Consultation Office. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The elevator was opened again, and three notes whizzed out.

But a few more notes whizzed in, flying around the light above their heads, causing the lights to flicker.

"Goodbye, little one!"

Angus waved his hand at Evan and pointed to the big tin box in front of him that kept making loud noises, "If you're interested, you can always come over and watch us deal with this guy, we'll probably dissect it and take off its wings and tail, and that process will definitely make you not want to eat at noon." ”

They went out, looking at Sirius' melancholy look, Mr. Weasley seemed to want to comfort him, and Evan wanted to say something about Barty Crouch.

But there are still four wizards in the elevator, and everyone can only refrain from it.

No one spoke, only the rattle of the elevator.

"The third level, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, contains the Reversal of Contingency Teams, the Memory Erasing Command, and the Muggle Mediation Committee. ”

By this level, almost everyone had gone out, leaving only Mr. Weasley, Sirius, Aven, and a witch in the elevator.

The witch was reading a piece of parchment that was so long that it had been dragged to the ground, and she didn't even lift her head, and she didn't have the energy or time to look around.

Evan wondered if she had missed the floor, and the elevator swayed slightly up again, the few remaining notes continuing to revolve around the lights.

Then, the door opened.

The voice announced, "Second level, Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Contains the Division for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, the Auror Command, and the Wizengamot Governing Body. ”

"We're here!" said Mr. Weasley, and everyone walked out.

They stood in an empty hallway, with doors on either side.

It was dark outside the window, and it was blowing hurricanes and torrential rain.

Evan walked to the window and was surprised to see a wooden house just blown by the wind in front of him.

"These are enchanted windows, and the Magical Maintenance Department decides what the weather is on each day. They wanted to raise their wages, so this damn hurricane was blowing for more than a month!" Mr. Weasley explained, "except for a few days, it was sunny most of the time. ”

The magic was so wonderful that Aven felt a slight ripple in the magic on it.

If you know the spell, you might be able to create a small illusion to confuse the enemy, which is very valuable in actual combat.

He studied it for a moment, then woke up to the fact that now was not the time to study magic, and that he had to find a way to tell Barty Crouch Jr. about it.

Mr. Weasley seemed to want to talk as well, and he cautiously looked around to make sure that no one was there before lowering his voice and saying to Sirius, "I need to talk to you, why are you here at the Ministry of Magic today?

"Because I've fallen under Voldemort's curse, Dumbledore and Sirius are going to find a way to crack it for me during the upcoming summer vacation!"

"What?!" shouted Mr. Weasley, startled.

Then, he noticed that his voice was too loud, but luckily there was no one else around.

Nearby here was the Auror Office, and all of them had been sent out at this time.

Evan and Sirius briefly recounted what had happened last night, and Mr. Weasley's face was filled with disbelief and concern.

"Voldemort's curse!" he looked at the blue-black round snake ring in Aven's hand, "With Dumbledore here, it shouldn't be a problem." ”

There wasn't much confidence in his voice, little expectation that Evan would break the curse.

Dumbledore was powerful, but Voldemort's notoriety and power were too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of Harry!" he sighed, "and you can break the curse, and when the World Cup starts, if you haven't returned, I'll go to that Muggle family and pick him up from my house." ”

Sirius thanked the other party, and to be honest, it was Harry who he couldn't worry about the most.

He had planned to accompany Harry on more trips this summer.

Stop by the Dursleys and warn them not to bully Harry, but now it's all in vain.

However, helping Evan break the curse is clearly more urgent and important.

"Let's go in, don't stand here stupidly, Evan has to write to his parents. Sirius said, "Dumbledore could come back at any time." ”

"Wait, the wizard we just saw at the International Department of Magical Cooperation. Evan hurriedly said, "I think ......"

"You mean Barty Crouch?!" Sirius sneered at the corner of his mouth, "of course he won't get up the elevator, he doesn't care about anything to do with someone like me, not even in a space alone." I think that my acquittal must have had a great impact on him in public opinion, and he should hate me to death by now. ”

"Well, don't take it personally, Sirius!" Mr. Weasley patted him on the shoulder, "You know, Barty Sr. has always been like this......"

"Of course I know that in a sense, he's an amazing wizard. Sirius said, "Of course, the desire for power is also strong. ”

"yes, I don't have a crush on him, I think ......," Evan said, not knowing how to tell what he knew.

"No one would have a crush on this guy, but there's no denying that he's Voldemort's staunchest opponent. Sirius looked at Evan with a strange look on his face, "Barty Crouch has always spoken openly about his opposition to the Dark Arts, but many of those who oppose the Dark Arts do...... Alas, you won't understand, there were so many things that happened back then, and although you were very smart, you were still too young......"

"If you mean that he convicted you without trial, and that he sent his own son to Azkaban with his own hands. Evan squinted his eyes and said, "Actually, I've looked into Mr. Crouch and probably know more than you think." ”

"Aven, you said you were investigating Barty?!" Mr. Weasley looked nervous.

"I can't hide anything from you, I know!" Sirius's emaciated face flashed a helpless smile, as if he wasn't much surprised, "I don't blame him for sending me to Azkaban without a public trial, and though it wasn't pleasant, I really needed a place to atone for my sins." In a sense, he's helping me!"

Sirius recounted the events of the year in a nonchalant tone, without any emotion in his voice, as if the incident had nothing to do with him. (To be continued.) )