If you had to rank the most obnoxious characters in the Harry Potter book, Umbridge would make it to the top three and be a strong contender for the first spot.

Countless viewers who watched the movie hated such an old woman who was selfish, slapping her boss, harsh on her subordinates, and doing one thing in front of her and one behind her back.

But Clark is not a reckless and impulsive Harry, he has passed the stage of talking and doing things at will based on his own likes and dislikes.

As a smart man, Clark was able to smile and shake Umbridge's outstretched hand.

"Ah, Mr. Clark Prewitt, the famous rising star of British wizarding, of course I've heard of that."

"Dolores Jane Umbridge is the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic and my right-hand man." Fudge introduced the two of them.

"Ah, Minister, you are exalting me, I have only done a little more insignificant work. Clark, you can call me Dolores. Umbridge shook his palm vigorously.

"Minister, who is this one?" Clark smiled, looked at the other burly witch, and quietly withdrew his hand from Umbridge.

"This is Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Law Enforcement Division of the Ministry of Magic." Fudge introduced him.

"Hello, Mr. Prewitt, I've heard your name from Elijah. ”

Elijah? Yaxley is the representative of the Hogwarts Board of Trustees and a high-ranking official in the Ministry of Magic, with whom Clark has dealt with him several times before.

"Haha, yes, on the way here just now, Mr. Minister also talked to me about you, and he said that you are fair and objective, and you are a hundred hearts."

In response to Clark's compliment, Director Amelia smiled faintly, "You're so clever. ”

As she spoke, she looked back at Fudge, "Minister, The preliminary trial of Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew has been completed, and we have all the key evidence, so I suggest that they can be interrogated on the spot now." ”

"Of course that's fine, you're professional at this point." Fudge nodded happily, "Is there anything I need to do?" ”

"There are a few things that need your help, Minister." Amelia commanded resolutely.

"The interrogation is tentatively scheduled for an hour and a half later, so the Wizengamot side still needs you to inform us, and I heard that Headmaster Dumbledore will also be there at that time......"

She saw Fudge nodding, and said, "Then please inform him as well, and we will meet together in the tenth courtroom when the time comes." ”

"Okay, Courtroom 10...... It's the one on the tenth floor, right? And then...... The time was an hour and a half later...... Belch...... That's eight o'clock in the evening. ”

Fudge checked with Amelia again.

"That'...... Clark, I'm sorry, I'm ......."

"Minister, you go get busy first, don't worry, I've been to this Ministry of Magic several times before, and you're still worried that I'll get lost." Clark made a joke.

Umbridge also interjected at this time, "That's it, Minister, don't you still have me? Don't worry, I'll be with Clarke. ”

Listening to her strange voice, Clark couldn't help but shudder and said quickly.

"Nope! No! No! Clark hurriedly waved his hand, "You are the deputy minister, how can I trouble you, I think so, it just so happens that I also know Roger McMillan, so it is better to let him take me around this Ministry of Magic." ”

Umbridge said it nicely, but it was just a polite gesture for Fudge to see.

So as soon as Clark said this, she didn't insist anymore.

"I'll see you later, Mr. Clark."

Clark followed Rogge out of the Law Enforcement Division, down the hallway, and soon came to a smaller one

There were at least twenty elevators, blocked by elaborate golden fence gates.

With a clattering sound, an elevator descended in front of them.

The golden fence door slid open slightly, because it was past the end of work, and there was no one inside.

"It's not very common, it's usually packed, like a canned sardine." Roger McMillan joked and walked into the elevator with Clark.

"That's really hard work, if it weren't for Sirius, I'm afraid Mr. McMillan would have been home by now." Clarke's attitude was gentle.

"yes, yes," Roger McMillan nodded, "it's really disturbing to have to work overtime." ”

The fence gate slammed shut, the elevator began to descend slowly, the chain clicked, and an indifferent woman's voice rang out in the elevator.

"The third level, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, includes the Reversal of Accidental Magical Events Team, the Memory Cancellation Command, and the Muggle Reconciliation Committee."

The door to the elevator opened, and Clark caught a glimpse of a jumble corridor with various Muggle newspapers and fashion magazine posters plastered on the walls.

A wizard in plaid pajamas was waiting at the door of the elevator with a tired face, and when he saw the door open, he immediately walked in.

"Hey, Erik, off work or on a mission?" Roger McMillan said hello to the spiritless wizard.

"On a mission, someone said they saw a couple of mermaids in Scarborough, a traditional seaside resort in the north of England." The wizard said weakly, "Honestly, this should be the business of the Magical Beasts Management and Control Division, how can those seafood be considered people?" ”

"Who is he?" The grumbling wizard looked at Clark curiously.

Roger McMillan hurriedly introduced, "This is Mr. Prewitt, Clark Prewit, and I'll take him on a tour of the Ministry of Magic." ”

"Mr. Prewitt, this is Eric, an amnestic deregisterer."

The two nodded to each other.

"The fourth level, the Magical Beasts Management and Control Division, contains the Beasts, Aliens, and Ghosts Office, the Elf Liaison Office, and the Pest Consultation Office."

The door to the elevator was opened again, and a witch stood in front of it, reading a long piece of parchment that had been dragged to the ground, and did not seem to intend to come in.

Seeing that she was reading so carefully, Clark and the others naturally didn't want to remind her, and watched as the elevator door closed again, and then continued to descend with a click.

"The fifth level, the Department of International Magical Cooperation, contains the International Magical Trade Standards Association, the International Magical Law Office, and the International Federation of Magicians UK seats."

The door opened, and it was empty outside, but a few paper airplanes whizzed into the elevator.

Clark looked up as they flew slowly around his head, their color light purple and the "Ministry of Magic" stamps on the edges of their wings.

"That's a note for passing messages between departments." Roger McMillan whispered to him, "The ministry used to use owls, but the mess was incredible, and there was feces all over the desk......"

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

Two notes flew out, but a few more followed by a wizard with a broomstick swishing in and flying around the lamp above their heads, causing the lights to flicker.

"The seventh level, the Department of Magical Sports, contains the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch League, the official Gobstone Club, and the Office of Patents for Burlesque Products."

Now, more wizards who hadn't left work yet crowded into the elevator, and Clark had to lean back, pressing his back against the wall behind him.

"On the eighth floor, the atrium has arrived, and passengers who want to leave can choose to use the Floo Network here, and the Ministry of Magic wishes you a nice day."

At this level, everyone went out, and Clark and them were no exception.

Turning right out of the door, they were standing at the end of a splendid hall.

On the floor, there is a polished black marble floor.

In the sky, the peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with glittering golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a huge starry sky.

Just by looking at it, a sense of mystery and wonder comes over you.

The walls on the left and right sides of the hall are decorated with dark black and shiny wood panels, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the boards.

Every few seconds, with a soft "poof", a wizard pops out of one of the fireplaces on the left.

In front of the fireplace on the right, wizards who had just sat on a ladder with Clark and the others were waiting in line to leave.

In the center of the foyer, there is a fountain more than three meters high.

In the circular waterhole, a statue of pure gold was erected larger than a real person, and a noble male witch stood on a white stone platform, suspended at the highest point, holding a magic wand high and pointing to the sky.

Opposite him, is a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf.

Among them, centaurs, elves, and house-elves all looked up at the wizard in infinite adoration.

Beaming jets of water erupted from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the tip of the elf's hat, from the ears of the house-elves.

Falling into the pool below, there is a ding-dong, clang-

This is one of the more famous landmarks of the Ministry of Magic, the Fountain of the Magic Brothers.

Of course, it is impossible for centaurs and goblins to worship a human wizard with such a respectful attitude in real life, and this group of statues is nothing more than a utopian world imagined by wizards wishful thinking.

Around the fountain, a number of wizards who had just finished work were using apparition shifters in specific areas, making a pop and pop air explosion.

Not far away, at the golden gate at the other end of the foyer, more witches and wizards also walked towards this side with their chaotic steps.

"This way." Rogge McMillan whispered.

They walked against the crowd and huddled among the Ministry of Magic staff.

Some of them carried piles of crumbling parchment in their arms, some carried tattered briefcases, and some read the Daily Prophet as they walked.

As he passed the fountain, Clark saw a number of glittering silver sicos and copper nuts beneath the waterhole, and a small smudged sign next to it read: All proceeds from the Fountain of the Magic Brothers are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for the Injured and Wounded of Magic.

The two struggled their way through the crowd to a table to the left of the golden gate.

Under a sign that reads "Security Check" sits a wizard in a peacock blue robe with an uncleanly shaved beard.

Seeing someone approaching, he raised his head and put down the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"I brought a guest." Roger McMillan said and pointed at Clarke, then said to him, "Excuse me, Mr. Prewitt, it's routine, everybody ......."

"It's okay, I've been here before, I know the rules." Clark waved his hand.

The wizard said listlessly, "Come over here." ”

Clark approached him voluntarily, and was swept up and down, back and forth by a long, thin gold rod like the antenna of a car.

"Wand." The security wizard grunted at Clark, put down the golden thing, and held out his hand.

Clark handed over his wand, and the wizard threw it on a grotesque-looking brass machine that looked like a single-disc scale.

The machine began to vibrate slightly, and then a narrow strip of parchment spat out of a hole in the bottom of the machine.

The wizard tore off the paper and read the words, "Nine inches, beech wood, and the core of the staff is a bird and snake nerve, and it took three years, right?" ”

"That's right." Clark nodded.

"I'll keep this then," the wizard said, poking the parchment note into a small brass nail, "you take this back." ”

He shoved his wand back into Clark's hand.

"Thank you." Rogge McMillan said quickly.

The two left the security checkpoint and turned around again, walking to the other side of the gate.

Clark asked curiously, "Where are we going?" ”

"There's still an hour before the trial starts, so let's go get something to eat first."

When Roger McMillan said this, Clark's stomach cried in unison.

Under his leadership, the two soon came to a small cafeteria with more than a dozen round tables, where there were many witches and wizards eating, but there were not many types of food to choose from, such as fish and chips, pizza burgers, and hot dog pasta.

"Some departments in the ministry will work overtime until late, originally everyone usually brings their own meals, but after some bachelors reacted to the ministry, they finally got a small canteen like this, so that it is convenient for employees to work overtime at night."

Roger McMillan said, choosing a three-tiered cheeseburger for dinner.

Clark hesitated for a long time, then finally observed what the others had ordered, and opted for the more traditional pasta with tomato bolognese.

The Ministry of Magic's cafeteria was served pretty quickly, and after Clark placed his order, a plate of tomato bolognese pasta with an attractive color was served to him.

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