The entrance vestibule of the Ministry of Magic was still as glorious as ever, with dark wooden floors and jeweled ceilings as bright as yesterday, and many gold-threaded fireplaces lining the halls for all visitors to come and go as they were.

Bright green flames kept licking the inside of the fireplace, but occasionally they burst out of the way. This can't help but make those wizards who have just arrived at the Ministry of Magic have to go a little farther when passing by, so as not to be carried out by others again.

Of course, not everyone gets to and from the Floo network, and Pansy is the one who descends from the fireplace in a magic elevator.

And as she stepped out of it with a slightly stiff step, the flow of people in the hall immediately reminded her of some of the past.

I remember that my father was not as quiet as he is now, although he was very strict in discipline, but he really wanted to be a good father.

At that time, Pansy's father brought Pansy's daughter to the Ministry of Magic several times, which broadened her horizons a lot.

"Sure enough, it hasn't changed much, it's still a lot of people......" Pansy couldn't help but mutter, looking at the wizards around her, "Perseth...... I guess I'm also working in the ministry at this time, right? ”

What she mentioned in her mouth was naturally her unlucky brother.

After being squeezed out of a lifelong idle job, his brother Perseth Parkinson, who had little chance of promotion, began his depraved life.

But no matter how depraved he is, it also needs capital - Perseth did not quit, he still went to and from work half-dead every day, and then spent the gold galleons he earned with the rest of his time in many taverns and bars.

To be honest, Pansy, who used to admire her brother very much, really wants to see what the other party looks like when she is working. But after thinking about it, she finally put aside her worries about her brother's recent state for the time being.

After all, just the things around her are enough to make her busy and careless.

"Upstairs...... No, you'll have to go to the security checkpoint first. ”

Pansy touched the guest badge she had fastened to her chest, and then slowly moved forward with the endless stream of people.

Passing through the vestibule, she soon found herself in a wider atrium.

When we get here, the crowd will no longer be as crowded as before, and everyone will at least have enough room to walk around with their legs open.

Unlike the entrance hall, which still retains its old look, this atrium is obviously very different from what she saw when she came to see it when she was a child.

The solid gold statue that stood in the fountain of the early days was still there—the centaurs, goblins, and house-elves were still looking up at the noble wizard and the beautiful witch in the middle with reverent eyes, as they had done in the past.

But with the exception of the central fountain with the statue, many places have changed dramatically.

For example, the Ministry of Magic has repainted a two-man portrait of the great wizard Albus Dumbledore for the deceased. The portrait was hung high on the display wall on the side of the atrium, and behind the half-moon-shaped lenses, a pair of eyes were slightly closed all year round, as if they were pretending to sleep.

The wizards in the atrium turned their heads slightly, and there was another figure with a square stone tablet base in front of the elevator. And the young witch statue Pansy standing above the monument is very familiar, but who could it be if it wasn't Maka McKellen?

As Pansy got closer to the crowd, she learned from the inscription carved on the base of the monument that it was actually a bronze tablet that the Muggle queen of England had secretly cast for the last London disaster. And what she thanked on behalf of the Muggles in Britain was, of course, a series of wizards led by Maca.

Among the carved names are Neville, Hermione, Sirius, and many others who have helped Muggles during that incident.

In fact, the Muggle Queen was aware of the gift of the Monument to Maca, though he never allowed it to appear in school. Because he knew very well that the queen was probably still thinking about him, and wanted him to push the wizards in England to merge with Muggles!

Otherwise, why would the other party want to cast a standing statue of him alone on the bronze tablet where such a party thanked a whole group of wizards?

So, after Maca heard that Scrimgeour had already taken the thing first, she simply let him keep it for herself to admire.

Of course, in addition to these objects that don't actually have much significance, there are also many portraits or plaques that trace important historical events in this atrium.

Therefore, as a minister of magic, Scrimgeour probably understands that he can't do anything on his own, so he has worked hard to create these objects that really have the value of continuity.

As Pansy walked, she finally spotted a table in front of the magic elevator. And right next to the table, a sign with the words "Security Check" standing diagonally on the ground.

You can see that there are already some witches and wizards lined up there, and a staff member in blue robes is busy checking the guests one by one with various tools.

On the table in his hand, a quill hung above the data book, writhing and writing quickly.

Seeing this, Pansy also pressed her heart and went to the back of the line.

Luckily, the queue wasn't long, as the people who needed to check their wands were all walk-in guests. Despite the fact that the crowds here are so dense, in fact, most of them are regulars.

Perhaps it was only when major disasters such as the previous ones struck that it would enter a state of war, making it necessary for anyone to go through an inspection before they could go to the various floors to conduct business.

Moments later, Pansy found herself suddenly empty—it was her turn.

"Come closer."

The blue-robed wizard beckoned to Pansy, and when Pansy got closer, he swept up and down around her body with the golden stick.

Immediately after, I heard him say a little listlessly:

"Wand."

Seeing that the other party stretched out his hand, Pansy, although she was still a little worried in the end, couldn't let the family just wait. At times like these, the more you procrastinate, the more suspicious you are, don't you?

Of course, with the blue-robed wizard's half-dead look with drooping eyelids, Pansy really wondered if he would be able to find out in time if he was gone.

With that in mind, Pansy handed over the wand that had been altered by Maca. Then she saw that the blue-robed wizard had taken her wand and had left it on a brass single-disc magic scale without looking.

Immediately, with the slight tremor of the scales, a narrow piece of parchment spat out from the opening in the base.

"Nine and ...... 3 out of 11...... Inch...... Around? ”

This strange length that did not make sense at all made the blue-robed wizard stunned on the spot - it was the first time he had seen such an unconventional wand appear in all his years as a damn security inspector.

You know, almost every wand maker in the world has extreme precision and reserve, and the wand that is directly related to the magic itself, their numbers will have a different effect on the casting of spells.

The blue-robed wizard, who had been a little hesitant about the wand, suddenly turned his head and glanced at the balance apparatus, apparently beginning to wonder if the alchemy item was malfunctioning.

However, the problem was only with the wand, and he would definitely not gain anything by figuring out the detection tools.

When the blue-robed wizard tossed for a while, tried several times and found that the test results had not changed, he finally thought of asking Pansy:

"Excuse me, what exactly is the exact length of this wand?"

"Oh, I think you're right...... Yes, my wand is a bit 'special' because it doesn't come from one of the well-known wand makers. ”

Pansy was a little stunned when she said this—if it was from some personal wand maker, it would be somewhat understandable.

Even on a global scale, there aren't many examples like this.

Inadvertently, the blue-robed wizard suddenly saw the guest badge pinned to Pansy's front again, and then he saw the eye-catching word "Register".

"Is it the first time you are coming to the UK from abroad?" He waved his hand and said, "Then please go directly to the International Magic Cooperation Department to register!" There are more complete testing equipment than in my small place, which is specially registered for foreign guests and special visitors, and there will be a small gift after completing the record! The elevator goes up three floors! ”

As he spoke, the blue-robed wizard glanced at the parchment note again—at least it didn't detect any danger, and it was okay to let it go.

Pansy retrieved her wand from the other's hand, and after a slight nod of thanks, she turned and headed for the row of golden magic elevators.

She obviously wouldn't be there at the International Magical Cooperation Division, not to mention that her destination was actually the Auror office, and even if there were any small gifts, she didn't want to risk being checked by "more complete testing equipment" at all.

In a short time, Pansy was followed by several wizards, squeezed into a golden elevator that had just opened the fence door, and slowly rose away with the sound of chains.

Along the way, the elevator stopped five times, but Pansy didn't get out. And as there were fewer and fewer people in the elevator, when the fence door clicked and clicked automatically, the pleasant female voice on the newspaper floor finally said in a proper manner:

"Level 2, Department of Magical Law Enforcement; This level contains the Division for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, the Division for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Objects, the Auror Command, and the Wizengamot Chamber. ”

"Kingsley Shackle."

Pansy thought to herself, pursing her lips, which were a little dry from nervousness.

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