"And the pair of wings, which are kind of like birds. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" Evan said uncertainly.

"You two have done me a great favor!" said the big wizard gratefully, "and those guys have thrown this trouble over, and I'm worrying about its species." ”

He took out a densely packed notebook from his robe and jotted down all the things Sirius and Evan had just said.

Evan saw that the notebook was filled with all sorts of strange animal sketches, with annotations underneath, like the research notes of the most evil wizards.

Above this strange creature of cats and swallowtails is the pattern of a rooster that seems to be crowing, but with a raging flame spewing out from its mouth.

"What are you going to do with this animal?" asked Evan curiously.

"The first step is to identify the specific species, then to try to restore it, and if that doesn't work, it will be registered as a new species and then sent to a special place to be raised. The pale-faced young wizard replied, bending down and looking at Evan with a serious face, "Listen, little one, if you graduate in the future, remember, don't work in the Department of Magical Beasts, it's a nightmare here, dealing with all kinds of strange and difficult animals and pests all day long. It's like a garbage can, and all the monsters in the ministry that can't handle it are thrown in, and the office is filled with the stench and the sound of animals......"

"Thanks for the reminder, I'll take notice!" Evan nodded.

The other man seemed to be holding up to the limit, but it sounded like Hagrid would like the place.

They weren't talking, the elevator was clanging and clattering and sliding upwards, and the chains were rattling underneath.

With the exception of the big wizard and the pale-skinned young wizard who was worrying about the contents of the tin box, everyone else looked curiously at Evan and Sirius.

"The seventh floor, the Department of Magical Sports, contains the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch League, the official Gobstone Club, and the Office of Patents for Burlesque Products. The cold woman's voice rang out in the elevator.

The elevator door opened, and Evan caught a glimpse of a jumble hallway with posters of various Quidditch teams plastered on the walls.

"In a few months' time, England will host the Quidditch World Cup final. Mr. Weasley said happily, "If you two are interested, you can come with us." I got more than a dozen tickets, which was an extra perk in the ministry, and of course I could have called Harry and Hermione and the others to come along. ”

"Thank you, Arthur!" Sirius said in a low voice, "Evan and I are going on an extra trip with Dumbledore, and if we have time, we'll go." I'm not here, and I'd like to ask you to take care of Harry, you know ......."

He stopped abruptly and glanced warily at the wizards who were standing next to him eavesdropping.

The other party quickly looked away, pretending not to hear anything.

"I see, come to my office!" Mr. Weasley nodded.

The door closed, and the elevator swayed slightly to continue its ascent before the woman's voice announced, "The sixth floor, the Department of Magical Transportation, contains the Floo Network Administration, the Broomstick Management and Control Bureau, the Portkey Office, and the Phantom Apparition Test Center. ”

The elevator door was opened again, and under Sirius' glare, the wizard who had just eavesdropped on him hurried down, and several paper airplanes whizzed into the elevator.

Evan watched them fly slowly around his head, their color a light purple and the "Ministry of Magic" stamps on the sides of their wings.

"That's a note for passing messages between departments. Mr. Weasley explained, "I used to use owls, and it was an unbelievable mess, with feces all over the desk and on the floor. ”

"Yes, in the end the responsibility for taking care of these owls will fall on us, feeding them, seeing them, cleaning them!" the pale young wizard complained again, "Think about it, thousands of owls, but there are only five people in the ministry who can send out them, all young wizards like me who have just graduated, and the physical work is very heavy, and that is another nightmare." Thankfully, I finally don't have to worry about those goddamn owls now!"

"All right, Angus, don't keep saying these unpleasant things in front of the children!" said Mr. Weasley, dissatisfied, "and say something pleasing to the eye." ”

"I don't see anything to be happy about, there's this mix of dogs and cats waiting for me to deal with in a moment. Angus muttered quietly, "That's how the work of the Department of Magical Beasts Management is, all the troubles ......"

He immediately stopped, and the elevator doors were opened again.

"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. ”

Mr. Barty Crouch, with a serious face and no smile, stood at the entrance of the elevator.

He was wearing the neatest wizard robe that Evan had ever seen today, his gray hair was neatly combed, and he looked straightforward and majestic.

At the sight of him, Angston was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

He hurriedly closed his mouth and swallowed the second half of his complaint.

"Good morning, Barty!" Mr. Weasley greeted happily.

But the other party ignored him, and Mr. Crouch glanced at Aven, and then stared at Sirius intently, without the slightest expression on his face.

Sirius was looking back at him as well, his eyes full of hostility.

It was as if they were preparing for a duel, and an oppressive atmosphere spread through the elevator.

Evan knew that the other party, as the head of the Magic Enforcement Division, had imprisoned Sirius in Azkaban without trial, and that was when the feud between the two sides was concluded.

Mr. Crouch didn't come in, and the elevator clicked and went up.

There was silence, save for the sound of notes dancing around the lamp hanging from the ceiling of the elevator.

"Terrible, isn't it?" Angus whispered, lowering his head, "Mr. Crouch is a powerful figure in the ministry, and I've heard that even ministers are afraid of him......"

It is well known that when Voldemort led the Death Eaters on the rampage, Barty Crouch gained the trust of the common people by publicly advocating the use of heavy-handed tactics to fight back.

His popularity was unrivaled for a while, and he was considered the most popular candidate to become the next Minister of Magic.

However, after the end of the war, it was suddenly discovered that his son, Barty Crouch Jr., was also a Death Eater, and he ended up putting him in a wizarding prison with his own hands.

However, after the incident was exposed, his popularity still plummeted, and everyone thought that his methods were too cruel and ruthless.

He was eventually transferred to the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, and the more mild-mannered Cornelius Fudge became minister.

It's something everybody knows, and Evan knows some secrets that no one else knows.

Later, at the behest of his wife, he entered Azkaban and used the Polyjuice decoction to have his seriously ill wife swap identities with Barty Crouch Jr. to die.

He then used a spell to control his Death Eater son, who kept him in his home for years, even going so far as to use the Oblivion Charm on his men who discovered the truth.

However, he was eventually killed by his crazy son a few months later.

The thought of Barty Crouch Jr. gave Evan a headache, and today's meeting made him suddenly realize that he should take some action.

Now that the future has changed completely, there is no need to keep Barty Crouch Jr.

An opportunity should be taken to alert the others to the events in Mr. Crouch's house. (To be continued.) )