Harry felt that he was about to suffocate, the air in the phone booth was almost not enough when it was shared by four people, and Ning An frowned, although Leohard stood in front of him, trying to make the space he was in more comfortable, but the effect was minimal.

"Why don't we come in in two-" Ning An asked Harry's question in confusion.

"I'm also coming in from here for the first time...... "Leohard and Julian?" Paige looked embarrassed, and after they each put on the silver square badge that had slipped out of the metal chute used by the telephone to return coins, the ground where the phone booth was located suddenly trembled, and they slowly sank into the ground.

After a monotonous, cacophony of grinding sounds, a thin golden light shone into the crowded phone booth, and Harry understood why the two wizards would say they were using the booth for the first time.

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

The elevator door slammed open, and Harry was pushed out almost with a force of repulsion, and the four of them came out of the elevator in a not very good posture, but no one paid attention to them for a while.

They stood at one end of a long golden hall, with polished dark wood floors on the floor, dark boards of jet-black and shiny wood on all four walls, and many gilded fireplaces embedded in them, and in a few seconds a wizard popped out of one of the fireplaces on the left, and on the right, in front of each fireplace, several people lined up to leave.

Harry thought that ordinary wizards must have entered and left through the fireplace, and that it was much more convenient for Floo Powder or Apparition than walking to a deserted phone booth on the streets of London.

"Harry——!

A familiar shout brought Harry back from his stunned shut-in state, and standing in front of him was a red-haired wizard, wearing a pair of thin pants and an old short jacket, and saw Harry's face flushed, and he came to Harry in three steps and two steps like the wind.

"Mr. Weasley—" Harry, still with his mouth open in surprise, then smiled reluctantly, feeling a little embarrassed, after what he had done, when he came to the Ministry of Magic for trial, he ran into Mr. Weasley-

"Thank goodness you're okay!" Arthur? Weasley didn't bother to say hello to Ning An, and looked Harry up and down, which made Harry a little uncomfortable, and he broke free from Mr. Weasley's examination slightly, and then separated.

"Anyway, in this matter, thank you guys—"

After a moment, Arthur straightened up, looked at Ning An seriously, and extended his hand to him, Ning An stood by with a smile all the time, as if he was just a visitor, and not the one about to be questioned, shook hands with Mr. Weasley, and said softly:

"It's just a gesture, Harry and I have been friends in the first place."

The five people stood dozens of meters away from the central foyer and talked, which was quite secluded, and in front of them, in front of the sculpture of the Fountain of the Magic Brothers, instead of the sound of phantom manifestations and popping, accompanied by the tinkling of flowing water, the sound of hundreds of witches and wizards, constituted a concert unique to the early morning, and with the lifeless expressions of the morning on their faces, they strode towards the row of golden doors at the end of the foyer.

"So, let's go Harry, the place where you will be tried is on the second basement floor - maybe we can say as we go, time is limited, and it would be good for you to arrive sooner."

"What ——?" Harry was dragged forward by Mr. Weasley, looking at Ning An who was waving at him in confusion, not understanding why, why was Mr. Weasley waiting here? Why did Ning An seem to know in advance?

"It was Dumbledore's arrangement, he told me to wait for you here," Arthur? Weasley explained to Harry that they had joined the crowd and walked through the crowd among the Ministry of Magic, and Harry looked back to see Ning An and the two wizards named Page and Leohard joining the crowd.

"Dumbledore?" Harry's heart shuddered, the name felt strange to him now, "Why did he ask you to wait for me here?" ”

"What?" Mr. Weasley pulled Harry away from the crowd of Ministry of Magic staff walking towards the golden door, and walked towards a table on the left with the words "Security Check" written on it, and he replied to Harry without looking back, as if he didn't hear Harry's tone

"I think it's and...... Ning An passed the letter, although I guessed, but I think Dumbledore must have said something to him-"

"So it's up to him to decide, and even to whose hands am I going to be handed over?" Harry muttered sullenly, but without letting Mr. Weasley hear, they came to the wizard sitting behind the table, a wizard in peacock blue robes with a shaved beard.

"I brought a guest." Mr. Weasley said and gestured to Harry.

Soon, Harry absentmindedly passed his wand test, leaving behind a piece of parchment with Harry's wand message written on it, while Harry was grabbed by Mr. Weasley's shoulders and dragged to the crowd's gate, where they walked through the foyer to a smaller hall with at least twenty elevators, blocked by a refined golden fence door.

There were quite a few wizards waiting for the elevator, and the two of them walked into the crowd around an elevator, and their luck was great, and as soon as they stood still, there was a clang, a clang, a caracalla, and an elevator fell in front of them, and the golden fence door slid open, and Harry walked into the elevator with Mr. Weasley and the group.

Just as the fence gate was about to close, there was a rush of footsteps at the door, and there was a faint panicked sound like "Wait, wait, wait", Harry felt familiar, and looked up, only to see three people walking into the elevator, and the fence door slammed shut.

"You're walking fast, Harry—we're meeting again, Mr. Weasley."

Ning An smiled and greeted Harry calmly, Harry immediately remembered that the familiar voice was not the same Ministry of Magic staff member known as Page, and that Mr. Leohard still hid his face under his hat and was silent without saying a word.

The elevator slowly went up, the chain clicked, and all that came to Harry's mind was the next interrogation, but it wasn't long before the voice of the indifferent woman he had heard in the phone booth rang out again.

"Level 7, the Department of Magical Sports, including the British and Irish Quidditch League Command, the Official Gobstone Club, and the Office of Patents for Funny Products."

"Looks like I'm going to be one step ahead of you, Harry." Ning An looked at the open elevator door, looked at the cluttered corridors outside and the Quidditch team posters plastered on the walls, and said to Harry without turning his head.

"You're going to be questioned here?" Harry wondered, wondering what the inquiry had to do with the Department of Magical Sports.

The elevator door was closed, and it continued to rise with a slight sway, and now the woman's voice announced:

"The sixth floor, the Magical Traffic Division, includes the Floo Network Administration, the Broomstick Management Control Bureau, the Portkey Office, and the Phantom Apparition Test Center."

"Of course not, I just said I would leave the elevator before you." Ning An denied that four or five wizards walked out at this point, and several paper planes whizzed into the elevator, they attracted Harry's attention, and Ning An was no exception, he stared at the paper planes flying slowly around his head, and secretly wondered if he should use this method of communication in Durmstrang as well.

"What is this?" Harry asked, pointing to the purple stamps of the word "Ministry of Magic" on the side of the wing.

"That's a note for passing messages between departments." Mr. Weasley looked down and whispered in Harry's ear, "I used to use owls, but the mess was incredible...... There was feces all over the desk......"

"So, let's go first." At this moment, the elevator stopped again, Ning An turned around and waved at Harry and Mr. Weasley, and under the leadership of Page, walked out of the elevator, several notes flew out with them, and the female voice of the announcement was still echoing in his ears

"The fifth level, the Division of International Magical Cooperation, which includes the International Standards Association for Magical Trade, the International Office of the Law of Magic, and the British Chapter of the International Federation of Wizards."

Ning An Shi Ran stepped into it, looking at the wizards who hurriedly passed by on both sides with great interest, not like a person receiving an interrogation, but like a guest who came to the Ministry of Magic to visit and travel.

"Where are we going?"

He asked softly, and within ten seconds of the elevator arriving, the flow of people disappeared into the corridor, leaving only the three of them walking slowly forward, so Ning An didn't have to deliberately keep his voice down.

"Office of International Magical Law," Page said in a very respectful tone, deliberately bending down, "Cases involving international magical legal matters are usually dealt with here, and this time it is Director Persd who will personally interrogate you......"

Ning An nodded noncommittally, and then smiled and asked Leohard next to him, "How is it, are you familiar with this place?" ”

"Familiar," Leohard smiled, "I may not be familiar with the other floors of the British Ministry of Magic, but this is the most familiar to me." ”

They walked past a window, it was raining outside, the rain was wet/le the glass, it was a magic window, and Page looked out the window and cursed in frustration

"These guys at the Magic Maintenance Department are just lazy, it's been raining on the fifth floor for three months, and for God's sake, I can't see what the sun looks like until I get home......"

"Haha, I think rainy days are good, Paige, and if you've ever been in Durmstrang, you'll know that rainy days can be beautiful...... Ah, looks like we've arrived. ”

Ning An was chatting happily, only to find that he had unconsciously come to a black oak door, on which hung a bright silver sign, "International Magical Law Office"

Paige rubbed his palms together, as if he could suppress some emotion, and pushed the door open with a trembling voice.

The world inside the door was extremely quiet, it was an open area divided into many cubicles, each cubicle was occupied by several wizards working, but they rarely communicated with each other, and there was a heavy and oppressive atmosphere in the air, even the few paper airplanes flying in the sky seemed to be affected, and became dazed and heavy.

Page tightened his clothes, and while leading the way in front, he quietly explained in Ning An's ear: "Since Director Crouch mysteriously disappeared, the entire department has been investigated, and for the time being, people are still in a state of panic, and everyone talks as little as possible to avoid unnecessary trouble. ”

He said and led Ning An through a few small cubicles, on the way passed by a few wizards he knew and nodded like Page, after passing through the last cubicle, came to an aisle, the long aisle was lined with several smaller oak doors, Paige led the way, they first went straight, then turned left, came to a new corridor, Leohard seemed to still have an impression of pointing and pointing:

"Ah, I remember to turn right here, yes, turn one more time and you'll be there—"

"When we come out, you'll have to remember the way." Ning An said to Leohard jokingly, he seemed to be very relaxed.

"Here we are, Lord...... Mr. Ning An. Page swallowed back the unfinished words, looked left and right worriedly, and saw that there was no one in the hallway, and then he was relieved.

Ning An looked at the lightweight wooden door in front of him, and there was a small sign with the words "Interrogation Room" written on it, and Ning An pursed his lips

"Ah, interrogation—what a serious word." He said as he looked at Julian? Page gestured, and the latter knocked on the door knowingly.

"Director Boss, President Durmstrang who was questioned, Mr. Ning'an has arrived."

There was silence in the room for about two seconds, followed by a grim call

"Come in"

Ning An smiled, pushed open the door and walked in.

It was a gloomy office, with two desks in the center, two small stools in the front and back, seemingly intended for the interrogator to sit on, surrounded by a wall full of overflowing filing cabinets, topped with a crumbling package of papers.

Behind the table sat two people, with their backs to the light, and they couldn't see the expressions on their faces, but apparently the current director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation that Page mentioned, Torion? Birdside must be one of them.

What about the International Department of Magical Cooperation, Barty Sr.? Crouch has revealed to Souths clearly, about the director of the Persted Division, Crouch's evaluation is: pretending, good success.

Ning An raised his eyes and looked around, the corners of his mouth curved up into a strange arc, which was really enough to pretend.

Then someone stood up from behind the table and muttered and walked towards Ning An and the others

"You're really slow, Paige, didn't you be tricked by someone on the way, I've been waiting with the director for a long time, huh? How can there be two people, who is that-"

He pointed at Leohard, but Ning An looked like Paige, Julian? Page whispered a name, "Taylor?" Brusino—"

Ning An nodded, another character mentioned by Crouch is a greedy guy who loves the shiny Garon and Sico very much.