Listening to Caroline's words, Roger suddenly realized something again, and turned back to the zombies and ordered: "You guys will divide some more men, and detain all the gold from the fireplace, and don't keep a piece!"

"Anyway, the big head of the pure gold statue is ready to be robbed, and the scattered leftovers are not good-looking, so they can be emptied. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Do you mean, Caroline?" the boy grinned shamelessly.

Caroline nodded convincingly.

Since everything has been done, then don't have an estimate, let's do it a little more absolutely!

The two walked through the gate to a smaller hall on the other side, where there were at least twenty elevators, blocked by delicate golden fence doors.

"I find the Ministry of Magic to be a real tyrant," Caroline said as she looked at the fence door, "even the elevator door has to be made of pure gold..."

Roger slapped his hand twice, pouted and said, "It's not pure gold." ”

"Tsk, that's a pity. Caroline said with regret.

With a clanging and clattering of kalakala, an elevator descended in front of them, the fence door slid open slightly, and the two walked in one after the other.

On the right-hand side of the doorway of the elevator is a disc-like object marked with numbers and a handle erected to turn the disc.

Roger bent over the cat's waist to take a closer look, stretched out his hand and tried to turn it, the fence door slammed shut, the chain clicked, and the elevator began to move slowly.

Caroline said with some uncertainty: "Aren't we underground? Why do I feel like the elevator is going up..."

"Of course it's rising," Roger reached out and grabbed the handle in the lifting body, the elevator of the Ministry of Magic was not very comfortable: "The floor we were on just now is eight floors underground, not one basement. ”

Caroline looked up and thought about it, and said in disbelief, "But that phone booth seems to have come down from the middle of the hall?

"Maybe the people in the Ministry of Magic have bubbles in their brains~" Roger scratched his chin and blackened the Ministry of Magic.

At this time, the indifferent woman's voice in the phone booth rang out again: "The fourth floor, the Department of Magical Beasts Management, including the Beasts, Aliens and Ghosts Office, the Fairy Liaison Office, and the Pest Consultation Office. ”

As soon as the words fell, the door of the elevator opened, and Roger and the two walked out slowly.

It is a circular hall surrounded by two deep corridors in the shape of arches. The hallway was dim, there was not a glimmer of light, everywhere was empty, and the sound of the fence gate closing in the silence was particularly harsh.

"Which way do I go now?" asked Caroline, looking at the two corridors that didn't know where they were going.

As she listened to the indifferent female voice introduce the floor, she understood that their main target was here tonight.

Roger took two steps and squinted his eyes, so he had to take out his compass to determine the direction, he was also the first time he had been here, and now he couldn't even tell the difference between the east and the west.

"Werewolf Registration Office, Werewolf Rank Office...", muttering about the direction of the pointer, the boy chose the corridor on the far right, "Go this way." ”

From the outside, the corridor was dark and rumbling, but the moment Roger and the two stepped in, the torches on both sides of the wall automatically lit up, illuminating the first half of the corridor.

Caroline was startled by this abrupt phenomenon, and she was about to rush out of the hallway, thinking she had been discovered.

"Don't worry," Roger explained after reassuring his sister, "It's similar to the voice-activated light in the toilet, except that it doesn't rely on sound, but automatically lights up whenever someone is there." ”

Hogwarts also has certain corridors that have these facilities.

Caroline gritted her teeth in displeasure and didn't speak. But I don't have a good impression of wizards anymore, and being scared by torches is not a long-faced thing.

The corridor is very open, five or six people walking side by side will not look crowded, the whole is the kind of arc direction, Roger guessed that this level as a whole is probably an 'O' circle, according to the aesthetic level and construction methods of the wizarding world, this kind of rotten structure is not impossible.

The walls of the corridor are not empty, there will be doors and windows at intervals, and through the lights in the corridor, Roger can see that the windows are generally the public office areas of various departments, some of which are very large, and the desks and various document storage cabinets are full, and some are very empty and depressed.

Bronze plaques are hung on these doors to indicate the special offices of the departments and the heads of departments.

"Elf Liaison Department, House-Elf Relocation Office... Committee on the Disposal of Hazardous Organisms, Office of Research and Control of Dragons..."Roger stopped to look at every door with a sign on it.

The Department of Magical Creatures Management is responsible for all matters related to magical creatures, which are basically divided into three sections: the Humanoid Family, the Animal Family, and the Ghost Department, which are subdivided into offices.

The Werewolf Capture Team and the Werewolf Registration Office belong to the Zoological Family.

The two of them walked and watched, but the speed was still not slow, and they quickly went deep into the middle of the corridor, when there was a faint movement coming from the office in front of them.

Roger and Caroline looked at each other, and the cat leaned down and walked lightly towards the brightly lit window.

"Where the hell did Maykins put the damn papers?" "Couldn't that bunch of rubbish send someone from their office back?"

The siblings cautiously lifted their heads a little and looked through the window.

A sham-haired wizard was rummaging through the filing cabinet with his back to them, his indignant movements clattering the iron drawer.

Caroline pointed at her brother silently, wiped her neck, and then pointed to the wizard in the office, which was self-evident.

Roger gave a thumbs up in agreement.

The girl nodded, tiptoeing into the office and slowly approaching the wizard with his back to them.

The wizard was unaware of this, and with a 'snap' he pushed the drawer in and pulled out the one next to him, Caroline staring at his every move, her eyes under the mask searching up and down for the wand.

But it wasn't easy, wizards generally wore wide robes, and it was not difficult to hide a small stick.

But it didn't matter, determining the position of the weapon was a habitual action, and Caroline was close enough to reach for the hem of the wizard's robe while searching.

"Damn!" the wizard's patience was finally exhausted by the sheer number of papers, and he slammed the tin drawer, "What the hell is ......"