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Dumbledore and Sirius hadn't yet arrived, and green flames flashed from time to time in the golden fireplace, and he was crowded forward by the flow of people coming from the fireplace.

These men, all of them Ministry of Magic, strode toward the row of golden doors at the end of the foyer with the lifeless expressions of the morning on their faces.

Evan noticed that some of them were carrying piles of crumbling parchment in their arms, some were carrying tattered briefcases, and some were reading the newspaper as they walked to catch up on the news that had happened yesterday in the wizarding world.

Most of the newspapers were Daily Prophets, but not all, and Evan was pleased to find that many of them had Hogwarts Wizardry in their hands.

Under the chairmanship of Professor Lupin, the newspaper founded by Ewen has recently grown rapidly, and its circulation is faintly competing with that of the Daily Prophet.

With the help of Nick, who almost lost his head, they have their own unique sources. If Evan could have published the appearance of the Dark Mark in the Forbidden Forest last night, the wizards would have all the Hogwarts Wizardry and Wizardry in their hands by now.

This is definitely a remarkable achievement that will exceed anyone's imagination.

As the most widely circulated newspaper in the wizarding world, no one has challenged the supremacy of the Daily Prophet for centuries.

At the front, in the middle of the wide foyer is a fountain.

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.

Around him was a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf, the witch snuggled up to the male witch, and the centaur-man, goblin, and house-elf all looked up at the two wizards with infinite adoration.

Beams of shining water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the tip of the elf's hat, from the ears of the house-elf.

There was the sound of tinkling and clanging water, the popping and popping of apparitions, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of witches and wizards.

Feeling that his eyes were running out, Evan followed the flow of people to the central fountain and saw a number of glittering silver sicos and bronze nuts beneath the waterhole.

A small, smudged sign next to it reads: All proceeds from the Fountain of the Brothers of Magic are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for the Injured and Injured.

Although this group of statues is realistic, it is definitely not real.

From what Evan knew about centaurs and elves, unless they had been caught under the Imperius Curse or had been hit in the head, they would never look at a human wizard with such adoration. As for the house-elves, they are more likely to bury their heads under their feet.

Just as Evan was looking at the statues with interest, a lazy man's voice sounded behind him, "Little one, where did you come from?"

A wizard in peacock blue robes with an uncleanly shaved beard walked towards Aven.

Behind him was a small wooden table with a sign that read "Security Check".

"I've come to the Ministry of Magic to do something. Evan replied briefly.

He wasn't sure if he was going to tell the names of Dumbledore, Sirius, or Fudge, and if he told them the truth that he had come to ask the Minister for permission to enter the wizarding prison Azkaban, would they think he was crazy?!

"Something to do?!" the guard wizard narrowed his eyes and said suspiciously, "A young wizard of your age is not allowed to come here at will without an adult accompanying him." Do you have a wand, take it out and show it to me!"

This guy was so annoying that Evan even wanted to pull out his wand and cast a Imperius curse on him.

Then he remembered that he couldn't use this advanced magic for the time being.

Still, with a small petrification spell, he could still do it.

"Aven, what are you doing here?" At that moment, Mr. Weasley, dressed in tattered wizard robes, suddenly apparition appeared not far away.

He looked at Evan in surprise and waved his hand to the suspicious guard, "Wait a minute, Eric! ”

"Arthur, do you know him?!" the guard wizard deflated like a balloon, returning to his lifeless appearance, "Alright then......"

"Good morning, Mr. Weasley!" Evan explained, "I'm here with Dumbledore and Sirius, I'll be from Floo Net, and they'll be there shortly. ”

"Came with them, is something happening at Hogwarts?"

Before Evan could reply, there was a sudden commotion at the other end of the golden hall.

Dumbledore and Sirius, who had just come out of the fireplace, were recognized almost instantly.

Many wizards shouted and poured into the hall, and the hall was in chaos.

Both of them are big names in the wizarding world and have many admirers.

Dumbledore, who is widely regarded as the number one wizard in the wizarding world, has been at Hogwarts in recent years and rarely appears in public, making it difficult for adult wizards to get a chance to meet him.

Not to mention Sirius, who has taken over as a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts since he cleared his name, and has had no contact with the outside world.

The previous incident about his escape from prison and the truth of the matter 20 years ago were hyped up by public opinion, and they have not been dispersed until now.

Everyone was curious about Sirius, wanting to see him in person, and even crazier for an autograph.

"It looks like they're going to be here for a while, let's not be stupid to stand here, we can go in and wait. Mr. Weasley pulled Aven over to the guard.

"Eric, we're going in, you help Evan do a check-up. ”

The wizard named Eric agreed absentmindedly, not at all as wary as he had been when he had interrogated Evan, his eyes always looking into the foyer. Apparently, he wanted to go over and see Dumbledore and Sirius.

"Come over here!" he muttered.

Eric held up a long gold rod, as thin and resilient as a car's antenna, and he swept it from top to bottom on Aven's chest and back.

"All right, wand!" he put down the golden thing and held out his hand.

Outsiders want to enter the Ministry of Magic, which is a necessary security check, and no one is exempt, and Evan handed over his wand.

He threw it on a grotesque-looking brass machine that looked like a single-disc balance.

The machine began to vibrate slightly, and a narrow strip of parchment spat out quickly from a hole in the bottom.

Eric ripped the paper off and read the words on it.

"Fourteen and a half inches, vine wood, two years old, the core of the cane is ......" Eric paused, frowning at the note in his hand.

"Any questions?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"No, you guys go in!" Eric handed his wand back to Aven.

There he slapped the machine, muttering quietly, "Damn, this thing must be broken, the core of the rod detected is an unknown substance." (To be continued.) )