"Yes, I remember this place!" said Mr. Weasley happily, gesturing to the dilapidated red telephone booth. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The phone booth seems to have been abandoned here decades ago.

Several pieces of glass were missing, and a smeared wall clinged to it.

"That's worse than I thought the Ministry of Magic was......"

"It's not easy to find such a large space in the heart of London, and it's just an entrance. Mr. Weasley said happily as he opened the door to the phone booth, "All right, boys, you guys go in first!"

Aven, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George were all crammed in, and there was no room in it now, everyone was pressed together, and the dilapidated phone booth creaked and threatened to collapse.

"You've stepped on me, Fred!" Ron shouted.

"It's not me, it's George!" Fred responded.

"No, I can't move, which of you can step back!" said George.

As Mr. Weasley followed, struggling to close the door, they were crammed into the small space like cans.

Evan was squeezed against the phone, with Hermione in front of him and Harry behind him.

She leaned her back against the wall, her front body pressed tightly against Aven, and her movements were extremely ambiguous.

As soon as someone behind him pushes Evan, he bumps Hermione forward.

Seeing Hermione's appearance, he hurriedly raised his waist, and was soon hit again......

In the end, Evan simply hugged her in his arms, so that the impact force could be smaller.

As for the phone, it hung crookedly from the wall, as if some vandal had tried to rip it off.

If any Muggles were passing by, they would have watched in amazement, thinking they were crazy.

"Excuse me, bring me the microphone!" said Mr. Weasley.

"Mr. Weasley, I think the phone may be broken, too. Harry said, taking the microphone from Aven.

"No, no, I believe it's not broken. Mr. Weasley said as he raised the microphone above his head, his eyes looking at the dial pad, and his other hand reached out with difficulty, "Oh, no, I can't reach it, Aven, you can dial the number 62442 for me." ”

Hermione struggled to back to make room for him, and Evan looked up and dialed the number.

As the dial quickly turned back to its place, a woman's indifferent voice entered the phone booth, it was not coming from the microphone that Mr. Weasley was holding, it was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing beside them, talking to them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and what to do. ”

"Well......" said Mr. Weasley, apparently unsure whether he should speak into the microphone, and finally relented, putting the speaker to his ear and shouting, "Arthur Weasley, the Department for the Prohibition of Muggle Objects came with Evan Mason and Harry Potter, and the Order asked them to be questioned and put on trial." In addition to this, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, and George Weasley were accompanied to watch their trial. ”

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

Ding Zero, Boom, Seven Badges Slid Out of the Metal Diagonal Rotten That Was Supposed to Be Used to Exit Coins.

Evan picked it up and handed it to Harry, leaving his and Hermione's badges, and he saw that his one was a boxy silver badge that read: Evan Mason, on trial, and Hermione's one with the words "Visit".

They pinned their badges to their T-shirts and looked around expectantly as the woman's voice rang out again.

"Guests of the Ministry of Magic, you will need to be screened and register your wand at the security checkpoint, which is located at the end of the main hall. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled.

With cries of surprise, they slowly sank into the ground.

Hermione subconsciously hugged Evan hard, she was already hugged by Avene, the two were stuck together, and now they were more closely combined.

Evan had never felt like he and Hermione were close together, as if they were both in a straitjacket.

He could now clearly feel Hermione's heartbeat as he had been in Hermione's pajamas the night before.

He watched the sidewalk outside the glass window of the phone booth rise higher and higher, and finally there was darkness above them.

In an instant, nothing could be seen, only the monotonous, shrill grinding sound of the phone booth sinking into the ground.

No one spoke, everyone held their breath, and even Mr. Weasley was a little nervous.

After about a minute, but it actually felt much longer, a thin golden light hit their feet.

The golden light then widened, expanding over their bodies, and finally shining directly on their faces.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a nice day. The woman's voice said.

The door to the phone booth slammed open, and several people stumbled out of it.

"Wow!" several people looked around, so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths!

Compared to the bustling scene of Muggle central London just now, the picture in front of me was even more shocking.

Even though Evan had been here once more than a year ago, he couldn't help but look around curiously.

The same goes for Fred and George, who had only been to the Ministry of Magic with Mr. Weasley when they were children, and had not been here for many years, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were here for the first time, and although they had heard a lot of descriptions, they had not seen them intuitively.

At this moment, the group stood at the end of a long golden hall.

The floor is polished with a polished dark wood floor, and the peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with glittering gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant high-altitude bulletin board.

Evan had only watched the excitement before, but now he recognized that this ceiling had used a lot of knowledge of alchemy and magic arrays.

The seemingly jumble of golden symbols converged into spell runes, many of which were not recorded in the research notes given to him by Nicol Lemay.

Inside the hall, the walls on all four sides are lined with dark black wood panels, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden panels.

Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard pops out of one of the fireplaces on the left.

And on the right, there are several people waiting in line in front of each fireplace waiting to leave.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain, and in a circular waterhole stands a group of solid gold statues, larger than a life.

The tallest of them all was a noble wizard holding a wand high and pointing to the sky.

Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf.

The centaurs, elves, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards in admiration, and beams of shining water shot out from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrows, from the tip of the elf's hat, and from the ears of the house-elves.

There were the sounds of dingdong dingdong and rattling water in all directions, and there were pops and popping sounds made by phantom shifters.

There were also the scribbling footsteps of hundreds of witches and wizards as they strode toward the row of golden doors at the end of the foyer.