"Here," Harry pulled a few black sticks from the unconscious Lencoun's head and put them in another bottle of Polyjuice Potion, then handed it to Ron.

Ron frowned and drank the unpalatable potion, and after a painful change, he became a middle-aged man with a sturdy physique who was more than six feet tall.

"Your clothes are a little small, change into this one. Harry pulled an old robe from his donkey's skin pocket and gave it to Ron to change into.

"You're tall enough now. Harry, who had turned into Cattermole, said as he looked up at Ron, who stood in front of him like an iron tower.

"Give me Lencoan's Proof Coins, we can't guarantee when these two guys will wake up. Ron said.

"I'll give them a coma potion, and they'll never wake up in three hours. Harry said, "Get ready to go, it's nine o'clock." ”

The two walked out of the alley together. Fifty meters along the crowded sidewalk, there are two black pointed fences sandwiched between the steps, with the words "male" written on one side and "female" on the other.

"It's good that we didn't become women. Ron muttered.

Harry and Ron followed some strangely dressed men down what seemed to be a normal underground public toilet with dirty black and white tiles on the walls.

"Good morning, Reggie!" said a sorcerer in navy blue robes to Harry, shoving the golden certificate into a slit in the door and into a cubicle, "It's annoying, isn't it?

The wizard giggled at his own quips, and Harry barely laughed twice.

"Hey," he said, "stupid, isn't it?"

He and Ron went into the adjacent cubicle.

Harry was flushing to the left and right, and he looked through the gap under the partition just in time to see another pair of boots crawling into the toilet next door. He looked to his left again and saw that Ron was winking at him in dismay.

"Rushing yourself in?" Ron asked in a whisper. His voice was low and hoarse.

"It seems so. Harry replied in a whisper.

Both straightened up, and Harry climbed into the toilet bowl in a way that felt ridiculous.

He knew right away that he was doing the right thing, and although it seemed as if he was standing in the water, his shoes, feet, and robes were dry. He reached out and pulled the zip rope, and immediately sped through a short chute to the Ministry of Magic.

He scrambled to his feet, and the hall was a little dim. A huge black stone statue occupies the center position, and it is strange and terrifying. Such a huge stone statue. A witch and a wizard sit on an ornately carved throne, looking down at the Ministry of Magic staff rolling out of the fireplace. At the base of the statue are carved several large one-foot-tall characters: Magic is power.

Harry's leg was hit hard in the back: a wizard had just come out of the fireplace.

"Don't get in the way, no!"

A succumbing wizard unceremoniously shoved Harry.

Ron grabbed the wizard, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Lencowen. "The Witch Chief, who was very unkind to Harry, was obviously afraid of the man Ron was now impersonating - Len Cowan.

The Wizard walked away in a panic.

"It's really useful. Ron whispered to Harry.

The wizard who came in from behind looked at the two men strangely, as if they thought it was very strange that they were standing together.

Harry looked at the statue in the center of the hall.

"Oh, that's funny...... It's scary, isn't it?" Ron said. He saw that Harry was still staring at the statue, "Do you see what they're sitting on?"

Harry took a closer look, only to realize that what he had thought was a richly carved throne was actually a pile of stone human bodies. Hundreds of naked human bodies: men, women, and children, all dumb and ugly, their limbs twisted and squeezed together, supporting the handsome, robed wizard.

"Those are Muggles. Ron whispered, "Wizarding sculptural style in the Dark Ages, Muggles are where they should be." Fast. Let's go. ”

They joined the crowd of witches and wizards and made their way to the golden door at the end of the hall, scanning the surroundings as unobtrusively as possible. They walked through the golden gate to a smaller hall and saw people lining up in front of the golden fence gates of twenty elevators. No sooner had they lined up than a voice said, "Cattermole!"

They turned back. The Ministry of Magic personnel next to him lowered their eyes and fell silent. Harry could feel the fear that was spreading among them. The man's gloomy, slightly brutal face did not quite match his ornate, flowing robe studded with gold threads, and someone in the line by the elevator flatteringly shouted, "Good morning, McNeil!" and he ignored it.

"I called someone from the Magical Maintenance Department to fix my office, Cattermole, and it was raining in the house. ”

Harry looked around, as if hoping someone would interject, but no one was angry.

"It's raining...... In your office? That's- that's terrible, isn't it?"

Harry smiled nervously, and McNeil's eyes widened.

"You think it's fun, don't you, Cattermole?"

"No," Harry said, "of course not—"

"McNeill, we're all colleagues, don't be so aggressive. Ron stepped up to play the round.

McNeil looked at Ron strangely, "It's strange that Lencaun is talking to this timid guy like a mouse." ”

"Uh, I'm in a good mood today. Ron said.

"Well, you're in a good state of mind. "But I'm in a bad mood — Alex can go to the field, but I'm sitting in a rainy office and making a wet mess because of an incompetent guy like Cattermole." ”

"McNeill, everybody's going to have a chance. Ron didn't know why, so he could only answer stubbornly.

"You're right, I'll have a chance. McNeil suddenly rejoiced again, "Cattermole, you're lucky today, I'm not going to bother with you about your rude behavior for the time being." But if my office doesn't dry in a while, you're going to get in trouble, and it's big trouble, you know?"

Harry nodded resignedly.

The golden fence door in front of them slammed open, and McNeil turned and walked towards the other elevator, nodding at Ron as he left, and a disgusting smile.

Harry and Ron stepped into an elevator, and they were treated the same way as McNeill - no one dared to follow up.

The fence door slammed shut and the elevator began to rise.

"Harry, what are we going to do? Shall we separate?" said Ron, "McNeil wants you to go to his office." ”

"Let's go together. ”

"But we don't know where his office is!" (To be continued......)