"The second level, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."

"Includes Auror Command, Division for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, and the Wizengamot Governing Body."

When the indifferent female voice sounded, the golden fence door slid open with a thud, and the witch beside her hurriedly dragged the long parchment out.

"Here we are, Harry," Mr. Weasley beckoned Harry, and followed him out of the elevator onto a hallway lined with doors on both sides, "My office is at the other end of this level. ”

In this corridor, there is occasionally a window embedded in the black brick wall, from which the bright sunlight shines in. Harry looked out, only to see the ground, only an endless sea of clouds and the sun floating above the clouds.

"Mr. Weasley," Harry asked hesitantly, "...... It's still underground, right? ”

"yes, that's right." Mr. Weasley said as he walked, "These windows have magic attached to them, and the magic maintenance department determines what weather we encounter each day...... Last time we had a two-month storm here, it turned out to be because they wanted to raise their wages...... It's almost there, Harry. ”

They turned a corner and walked through heavy oak doors into a messy, noisy open office area divided into cubicles.

Paper airplanes are constantly flying in and out of the cubicles, making it even more busy.

As soon as Harry reached the gate, he saw a crooked sign hanging from the nearest partition that read: Auror Command.

As he walked down the aisle on the edge of the office area, he noticed that the Aurors had plastered their cubicle boards all over the place.

From the portraits of wanted wizards, to the posters of their favorite Quidditch teams, to photos of their families, and newspaper clippings, it seems that the personality and preferences of the owner of the compartment can be guessed from those details.

Passing by the cell of a purple-robed wizard, Harry spotted a witch with an eyepatch in one eye, talking to Kingsley through the partition of the cubicle!

"Good morning, Weasley," Kingsley said with a big grin as they passed by, "I've been wanting to talk to you, can you give me a second?" ”

"Okay! If only for a second," said Mr. Weasley, "I'm busy right now." ”

They talked as if they didn't know each other very well.

Harry was stunned for a moment, then remembered what he had learned about the current state of the Order of the Phoenix during this time. He understood that the members still needed to hide their identities outside, so he also suppressed his desire to say hello to Kingsley.

They followed Kingsley through the back cubicle to the last cubicle.

Immediately afterward, Harry was taken aback by what the cubicle looked like.

On the fender of the compartment, the one who winked at him from all sides was Sirius's face.

The bezel was densely plastered with newspaper clippings and old photographs—including the one in which Sirius was best man at his father's wedding.

Harry understood the true meaning of being "wanted by the Ministry of Magic", let alone hunting him down, and the fact that someone had picked up all his past and pasted it on the partition already made Harry's heart tremble.

In the only piece of land that was not occupied by Sirius's various materials, there was a detailed map of the world, on which small red pins glittered like gems.

"Give." Kingsley stiffened to Mr. Weasley as he shoved a thick roll of parchment into his hand, "I need to learn as much as I can about the recent sightings of Muggle vehicles flying in the sky......

“…… We got information that Blake might still be riding his old motorcycle. ”

As soon as he heard the news, Harry immediately thought of the Leni Lena sisters.

They don't know where they got an old bicycle, could it be that they were seen?

At this point, Kingsley squeezed Harry's eyes slightly, then lowered his voice and said to Mr. Weasley, "Give him this magazine, he will find it interesting......

Then, in his normal voice, he said, "It can't be too long, Weasley, that report of the glitter leg was late, and our investigation was delayed for a month." ”

"If you've read my report, you'll know it's a flashing arm." Mr. Weasley said coldly, "I'm afraid the motorcycle information needs to wait, and we're busy at the moment." ”

Then, he whispered, "You try to go back before seven o'clock today, and Molly and Lena will make meatballs!" ”

After the routine conversation, Mr. Weasley waved his hand at Harry and led him out of Kingsley's cubicle.

They exited another oak gate, then turned left and right to the end of a dimly lit, and especially dilapidated, corridor.

On the left-hand side, a door is slightly exposed, and inside it appears to be a broom room. And on the opposite door, there is a brass door number with the paint off:

"Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items."

This was Mr. Weasley's office, dim, shabby, and definitely slightly smaller than a broomroom.

Two desks were crammed into the office, surrounded by a row of filing cabinets crammed with papers, and stacks of crumbling papers stacked on top of the cabinets.

You have to be careful if you want to move around here.

If there was a room more cluttered than this one, perhaps the study where Maca was located had the potential, but it was much larger than Mr. Weasley's office.

From the few pieces of wall that can be used, there are things that Mr. Weasley has a soft spot for:

There were several Muggle commercials, one of which was a disassembled engine; The illustrations of the two mailboxes appear to have been cut out of one of the Muggle children's books; There is also a step-by-step diagram of how to install a household outlet.

On the table, the documents piled up high one can't help but wonder if the basket of documents under it still has any meaning.

Next to the file basket was a magical photo frame of a Weasley family photo, and Harry noticed that Percy had walked out of the picture.

"There are no windows here." Mr. Weasley said apologetically, taking off his short jacket and hanging it on the back of his chair, "We applied, but they didn't seem to think we needed to—sit down!" Perkins doesn't seem to be here yet. ”

Harry barely squeezed into the chair behind Perkins' desk as Mr. Weasley quickly flipped through the roll of parchment that Kingsley had just shoved into him.

"Hah!" He smiled and pulled a magazine out of the parchment, "Yes, he's right, Sirius will definitely find this magazine very interesting......"

"Oh! Is it "Singing Against the Tune"? Harry was surprised, "I remember Maca loved the magazine—he subscribed to every issue, and I heard he used to have a whole stack of them in his dorm!" ”

"Really? McLean didn't think he liked it — well, what's the matter? ”

Before he could finish speaking, a note flew into the open door and landed slowly on top of the pile of papers in the file basket.

Mr. Weasley opened the note and read it aloud, "'A third case of sewage resurgence from a public toilet has been reported in Bethner Greenland, please go and investigate as soon as possible.'" That's a ......."

"Toilet sewage backflow?"

"The anti-Muggle pranksters did," Mr. Weasley frowned, "it happened twice last week, once at Elephant Castle and once at Wimbledon. ”

“…… As soon as the Muggle flushed the toilet, the dirt not only did not disappear, but also ...... Not...... Imagine for yourself! ”

"That's ......"

Harry said as he bent down and pulled out his pants, as if to confirm something.

Just then, an old wizard with gray hair and hunched back walked into the office, panting slightly, and Harry sat up straight.

"Harry, this is Platinum."

"Ah, Arthur!" He looked at Harry, then raised a piece of parchment in his hand, "Urgent news." ”

"I already know about the backflow of sewage from the toilets." Mr. Weasley said.

"No, no, it's not a toilet, it's a matter of trial...... They changed the time and place...... At eight o'clock, the old tenth courtroom below. ”

When Mr. Weasley heard this, he immediately took the parchment and looked at it.

"Oh! The time and place have changed—they can't wait," Mr. Weasley said, looking at his watch again, "It's good to have left early today, isn't it?" ”

"But then there is no time to rest...... Harry, we've got to go! ”

Perkins leaned against the filing cabinet and stepped out of the way, and the two walked briskly out of the office door.

"Sure enough, I guessed with Maca—"

"Don't say it, it shouldn't be mentioned here." Mr. Weasley immediately interrupted Harry, "It's okay in the office, no one is going to be interested in our division anyway...... But don't mention it outside. ”

"Oh-yes, I'm sorry." Harry also realized that something was wrong, and nodded quickly.

Mr. Weasley stopped beside the elevator and quickly clicked the "down" button.

The elevator clicked and clicked, and they dodged into the elevator.

"I have to tell you again, Harry," Mr. Weasley leaned into his ear, "'that' doesn't have to be done, it's safe to be tried—remember?" ”

The elevator sank a few floors, and Harry hesitated to say something, when a chubby wizard came in with a smoking goblet, and Harry had to shut his mouth again.

"The main hall."

After a while, the indifferent female voice reported again, and the golden fence door slid open.

Harry only saw the golden statues from a distance, and then the fat witch walked out, and another skinny male wizard with a sad face walked in.

"Good morning, Arthur," he said in a melancholy low voice as the elevator began to descend, "lately...... I don't see you coming down? ”

"Good morning, Bode." Mr. Weasley casually said, "I've been pretty busy lately. ”

When Harry heard the name, his heart shook.

At this moment, as the elevator paused, the indifferent female voice suddenly sounded again:

"Department of Mysteries."