"You don't usually walk to work, do you?"

As Harry and Mr. Weasley walked to the plaza in good spirits, Harry asked Mr. Weasley.

"No, I walk a lot," said Mr. Weasley, "but it's clear you're not, and I think we'd better get there by all non-magical means...... This will leave a good impression and show them that you are disciplined......"

Harry nodded, though he knew it didn't work, what Van Lin had instilled in him had made Harry disappointed in the Ministry of Magic, at least for Fudge.

However, Mr. Weasley was also doing it for his own good.

Mr. Weasley kept his hands on his jacket as they marched. Harry knew his wand was clutching tightly in his hand.

It was an almost deserted path, and Mr. Weasley was afraid of being attacked, but when they reached the small and poor subway station, they found it crowded with people on the morning train.

When they found themselves so close to Muggles who were talking about everyday things, Mr. Weasley had great difficulty suppressing his enthusiasm. (Mr. Weasley is a Muggle fan)

"It's like a myth," he whispered with his glasses at the ticket machine, "with amazing ingenuity." ”

"But they're out of order," Harry said, pointing to the marker.

"Yes, but even so—" Mr. Weasley looked at the things innocently and radiantly. Harry and Mr. Weasley bought tickets from a sleepy conductor (Harry executed the deal because Mr. Weasley was not very good at Muggle currency), and five minutes later they boarded an underground bound for central London.

Mr. Weasley anxiously checked the subway route map posted to the window over and over again.

"Four more stops, Harry still has three stops left, two stops away, Harry ......"

The excitement was irrepressible, and in Muggle fashion, Mr. Weasley had always wanted to do it, just by looking at the magically modified car.

They alighted at a station in the city of London very close to the center, and dissolved into a stream of well-dressed men and women with briefcases in their hands. They walked up the escalator, through the ticket cutting bar (Mr. Weasley was pleased with the way the escalators swallowed tickets on both sides), and then they appeared on a wide street lined with spectacular high-rise buildings and traffic.

"Where are we?" asked Mr. Weasley, blankly, and in a heartbeat, Harry almost thought that they had gotten off the wrong platform despite Mr. Weasley's constant map checks, but a second later Mr. Weasley said, "Ah, yes, Harry." Then he led Harry into a side road.

"I'm sorry," said Mr. Weasley, "but I've never taken the train to work, and from a Muggle's point of view I behave very differently." In fact, I've never used the guest entrance before. ”

(The guest entrance here is supposed to refer to the guest entrance of the Ministry of Magic, which is the passage connecting the Muggle world to the Ministry of Magic, which was originally designed for those Muggles, but no Muggles have ever been there.) )

The deeper they went, the smaller and dilapidated the buildings along the road became, until they finally reached a small alley that included several dilapidated offices, a bar, and an overflowing tanker.

Harry had wished the Ministry of Magic had been set up in a more impressive location.

"Here we are," Mr. Weasley said succinctly, gesturing to an old red telephone booth that was missing a few pieces of glass and erected in front of a heavily scribbled wall.

"Follow me, Harry. Mr. Weasley opened the door to the phone booth.

Harry walked into the phone booth and wondered what the hell the place was for.

Mr. Weasley himself squeezed next to Harry and closed the door to the phone booth. It was a bit cramped, and Harry was squeezed against the telephone, which hung crooked on the wall as if a barbarian had tried to tear it apart.

Mr. Weasley crossed Harry to get the earpiece.

"Mr. Weasley, I think the phone is out of order as well," Harry said.

"No, no, I'm sure it's good," Mr. Weasley said, leaning the receiver to his ear and began dialing. "Let me see six," he dialed, "two-four, four-four, two-two...... Well, that's right......"

As the dial returned to its place, a cold female voice came from the telephone, but from the receiver in Mr. Weasley's handset, but it was so loud and clear that it seemed as if an unseen woman was standing next to them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and occupation. ”

"Well......" Mr. Weasley was clearly unsure if he was going to speak into the earpiece.

But in the end, Mr. Weasley relented and put the microphone to his ear, "Arthur Weasley, the Office of Inappropriate Use of Magical Items, accompanied by Harry Potter, who has been asked to attend a disciplinary hearing. ”

"Thank you," said the cold female voice, "visitor, please take the badge and tie it to the front of the robe. ”

There was a click, and then Harry could see something slip out of the metal slide, which is usually used to return coins.

Mr. Weasley picked it up, and it was a square silver badge with the words Harry Potter on it, the Disciplinary Hearing.

When the female voice sounded again, he pinned the badge to the front of his T-shirt.

"Visitors to the Ministry of Magic, you will need to undergo a check, and register your wand with the security office, which is located at the very back of the atrium. ”

As soon as the voice ended, the floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled. They slowly sank into the ground. Harry looked a little nervous as the sidewalk outside slowly rose and rose over the glass windows of the phone booth until darkness grew over their heads. Then they couldn't see anything, and all he could hear was the dull grinding noise of the phone booth as it passed down the ground. Although it felt like it was going to be a long time, after about a minute a golden light illuminated his feet, and it grew wider and wider, gradually rising until it hit his face, and Harry had to blink to avoid tears.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a great day," the female voice said. The phone booth door popped open, and Mr. Weasley walked out, followed by Harry, his mouth barely closed in surprise.

They were now standing at the end of a very deep and imposing hall with a very bright black wooden floor. The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with glittering gold symbols that are constantly moving and changing, like the guardians of many heavens.

The walls on both sides are inlaid with shiny black wood, and there are many gilded fireplaces. Every few seconds, with a slight rapid movement, a wizard or witch emerges from the fireplace on the left. And on the right-hand side, small lines were formed in front of each fireplace waiting to leave.

There is a fountain halfway through the hall. A group of slightly larger-than-life-size golden statues stand in the center of a circular pool. The tallest of these statues is a noble-looking wizard with his wand pointed to the sky.

Surrounding this wizard statue is a beautiful witch, a centaur, a leprechaun, and a pixie. The three statues in the back all stand in front of the wizard and the witch with a look of reverence. Currents of water were flying out of the glittering nozzle at the tip of their wand, along with a centaur's towstring, the tip of the elf's hat, and the elf's ears, so the sound of Ding Dong falling into the water came from the crevices of the statue.

At the foot of these statues are hundreds of wizards and witches, most of whom are dressed in gray clothes and look precocious. Looking straight ahead, there is a set of golden doors at the end of the hall.

"This way," Mr. Weasley said. They joined the crowd and walked among the staff of the Ministry of Magic, some with large stacks of rickety parchment, others carrying a flat briefcase, others reading the Daily Prophet as they walked......

Well...... That's pretty bad......

As Harry and Mr. Weasley passed by the fountain, he saw silver and bronze coins glittering at the bottom of the pool. Next to the pool is a small stained sign that reads: All proceeds from the Fountain of Fellow Magicians will be donated to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic and Magic, which treats magical illnesses and injuries.

Harry found himself desperately thinking, "If I hadn't been expelled from Hogwarts this time, I'd give ten gold Galleons." ”

"Come on, Harry," Mr. Weasley said.

They walked out of the flow of Ministry of Magic employees and headed for the golden doors. On the left was a table with a sign that said "Safe Place", and as they approached, a wizard looked up at them and put down his hand every "Daily Prophet", the guy had a terrible beard and was wearing a peacock blue robe.

"I'm accompanying a visitor," Mr. Weasley gestured to Harry.

"Stand here," the wizard said in a bored tone. Harry walked over to him, and the wizard pulled out a long, golden rod, thin and soft like a car antenna, which the wizard used to probe Harry's back and forth.

"Wand," the wizard at the safety muttered as he put down the golden device and held out his hand. Harry handed his wand over.

The wizard placed his wand on a strange brass instrument, a bit like a dish antenna of various proportions. The instrument began to vibrate. A narrow strip of parchment paper came out of the bottom of the instrument.

"Eleven inches, the axis of the phoenix feather, has been in use for four years. Is the information correct?"

"Yes," Harry replied nervously.

"I'll keep this," the wizard said, nailing the small strip of parchment to a small brass nail. "You take your wand back. He added as he tossed his wand to Harry.

"Thank you. ”

"Wait," the wizard said slowly. His glasses swept quickly from the visitor nameplate on Harry's chest to his forehead.

"Thank you, Eric," Mr. Weasley said calmly. He grabbed Harry by the shoulders and led him out of safety, rejoining the army of wizards and witches who had traveled between the golden gates.

The crowd was a little crowded, and Harry followed Mr. Weasley through a few doors to a smaller hall farther away, where at least twenty golden-latticed elevators were working. Harry and Mr. Weasley join a group of people waiting for the elevator. Next to them stood the bearded wizard, holding a large cardboard box with an anxious noise coming from the box.

"How are you, Arthur?" the wizard nodded at Mr. Weasley.

"What's that you're carrying, Bob?" asked Mr. Weasley, looking at the box.

"I'm not sure," the wizard said solemnly, "I thought it was just a standard chick, but now it's starting to spit flames. It looks like I've seriously broken the ban on experimental breeding. ”

Maybe it's a phoenix, but the phoenix and the chicken......

Truth be told, this dude has Hagrid's style, for example, fiddling with those fried tail snails.

With a loud noise, an elevator stopped in front of them, the golden lattice door opened, and Harry and Mr. Weasley followed the others into the elevator, where Harry found himself squeezed against the wall in the back. Several wizards and witches looked at him curiously, and he looked down at his feet to avoid anyone's sight, and the bangs on his forehead drooped as he did so.

The lattice door slammed shut and began to climb slowly, and the elevator chain clicked again when the same female voice Harry had heard in the phone booth rang again.

"On the seventh floor, the Department of Magical Competitions and Sports, the headquarters of the British and Irish Fast Dis Cooperative Alliance, the Office Billiards Club, and the Magical Toy Patent Office. ”

The elevator doors opened. Harry caught a glimpse of a messy hallway, with various Quidditch advertisements nailed to the wall in a haphazard manner. Inside, a wizard with a broom handle struggled to squeeze out of the elevator and disappeared into the hallway.

The door closed, and the elevator trembled and climbed again, this time the female voice announced, "Sixth floor, the Department of Magical Transportation, the Floo Powder Teleportation Network Cooperation Center, the Broomstick Adjustment Control Office, the Portkey Office, and the Transmission Test Center." ”

Again, the elevator doors opened, and four or five wizards and witches walked out, while several paper airplanes rushed into the elevator. Harry stared at the paper airplanes as they flapped their wings leisurely and circled overhead, they were all lilac and stamped with the Ministry of Magic postmark on the edges of their wings.

"It's just internal mail," Mr. Weasley told Harry softly, "we usually use owls, but the number of letters is unbelievable and they fill my desk. ”

As they climbed, the internal mail was all circling around the ceiling lights.

"On the fifth floor, the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the International Office of Magical Trade Standards Cooperation, the International Magical Law Office and the British Chapter of the International Magical Federation. ”

"This is Mr. Crouch's ......"

For some reason, Harry suddenly remembered Crouch, the hapless fellow......

"Once......" Mr. Weasley replied briefly.

When the elevator doors opened, two internal emails and a few wizards went out, but a few more internal emails flew in, causing the lights above their heads to flicker and dim. \

"On the fourth floor, the Department of Magical Biology Regulations and Control, the Magical Creatures Cooperation Office, the Body and Soul Separation Office, the Leprechaun Liaison Office, and the Pet Counseling Center. ”

"Here we are," the wizard with the turkey walked out of the elevator along with a few internal emails. The elevator doors close again.

"The third level, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, includes the Office of Magical Disaster Reversal, the Rescue Command, and the Muggle Protection Committee. ”

On this floor, everyone except Harry, Mr. Weasley, and a wizard who was reading a long piece of parchment in the elevator.

When the elevator went up again, the rest of the internal mail was still circling around the ceiling lights. Then the elevator door opened again, and the female voice announced.

"The second level is the Magical Regulations Enforcement Department, which includes the Office of Inappropriate Use of Magic, the Auror Command, and the Office of Magical Item Maintenance Management. ”

"This is it, Harry," Mr. Weasley said. They walked out of the elevator with the wizard and a hallway with a row of doors. "My office is on the other side of this floor. ”

"Mr. Weasley," Harry said as they passed through a sun-drenched window, "aren't we still underground?"

"Yes, we're underground," said Mr. Weasley, "and those are magic windows. It's up to the Magic Repair to decide what the weather is for each day. We've been in a hurricane for two months during the last time they asked for a raise, Harry. ”

They turned a corner, passed through two thick oak doors, and appeared in a noisy open area divided into separate cubicles, filled with conversation and laughter.

Internal mail shuttles back and forth like miniature rockets. On top of the nearest cell hung a crooked sign that read: Auror Command.

As they passed, Harry stole a peek through the door. The walls of their cubicles were covered with pictures of wanted wizards and their own family portraits, some with pictures of their favorite Quidditch teams, and articles from the Daily Prophet. A wizard in a bright red robe was sitting cross-legged at a table, using his large quill pen to make a report, with a ponytail longer than Bill's on his head.

A little further on, a witch with an blindfold over one eye was sitting on the top of the wall of her room chatting with Kingsley Shackreport.