Sandrine pulled Xiwen and followed the crowd towards the end of the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

At the end of the main hall, the narrow space suddenly opens up, forming a large circular square. There is a fountain in the middle, and several huge golden statues stand in the middle of a circular pool.

The tallest of the statues is a wizard with his wand pointed straight into the air. Around him gathered a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf, and finally all three looked at the two wizards with adoration. And the fountain glitters with water flowing from the ends of the wands of the two wizards.

"So this thing is called the Fountain of the Magic Brothers?" Xiwen asked with a strange expression as he looked at the name on the fountain pedestal.

This design with wizards as the main body and weakening the status of other species is obviously unreasonable. As far as Xiwen knew, the centaurs and elves were all arrogant and powerful, and they didn't bother to associate with wizards at all. The goblins had only rebelled several times in previous centuries, and had not yet been convinced by the wizards; Not to mention the centaurs, who refuse to even accept the identity of "human".

If you want them to look at the wizard with the kind of adoring eyes portrayed in the statue, I am afraid it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a fantasy.

Sandrine glanced at the statue, laughed disdainfully, and said, "It seems that a stupid wizard sculptor in the last century designed it, and wanted to use this statue to promote the equality of wizards and non-human magical creatures?" Hehe. ”

Xiwen shook his head secretly, thinking of the attitude of pure-blood wizards towards half-blood and hemp wizards. Even with so much inequality within wizards, how can we let wizards and non-human magical creatures coexist equally?

He sighed and continued on his way with Sandrine.

As he passed by the pool beneath the fountain, Xiwen saw a number of glittering silver sicols and copper nats at the bottom of the pool, and a small smudged sign next to it that said - All proceeds from the Fountain of the Magic Brothers were donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for the Wounded and Wounded.

Seeing this scene, Xiwen suddenly remembered the wishing fountain he had seen in the previous world, and couldn't help but feel a trace of nostalgia, so he casually threw a Galleon into it.

Sandrine looked at him in surprise and said, "If you want to donate to St. Mungo, we can contact their dean directly to donate in person." ”

Xiwen shook his head and said with a smile: "I just thought that I was here, so it's better to keep a souvenir." ”

Sandrine didn't quite understand what Shevan was thinking, so she didn't say anything more, and pulled him towards the magic elevator at the end of the main hall.

At the end there are a number of elevators, crowded together, arranged in a semicircle, and at a rough glance there are no less than twenty.

These magic elevators should all belong to alchemy products, and Xiwen can also sense the fluctuation of magic power from them.

Sandrine frowned as she watched many of the Ministry of Magic staff shove and shove into an elevator room. She didn't want to squeeze an elevator with someone else.

At this moment, a kind-looking middle-aged man wearing an English top hat came up and said to Shivin and Sandrine, "What a coincidence, Mrs. Rozier, and little Mr. Rozier. You're going to the courtroom, aren't you? ”

Sandrine nodded, and said to the middle-aged man, "It's a coincidence, Director Morn. ”

"Then please come with me." Director Morn smiled and motioned for the two to follow him.

As if to see Sandrine's dislike of the crowded elevator, he added: "There are not many employees going to the ninth floor, and there should be no one else together." ”

Sandrine soothed her eyebrows and pulled Shivin to follow Director Moen.

Sure enough, as Director Moyn said, after seeing the three people going down in the elevator, no more employees tried to enter the elevator room they were in, and they often turned to squeeze into other crowded elevators.

The metal folding door slammed shut, and with the creak of the elevator and the cool breeze blowing in from time to time, the three of them reached the ninth basement floor.

The style here is very different from the main hallway, with only a simple corridor leading to a black door, the floor and walls are covered with dark tiles, and there are no windows or doors on either side of the corridor, which makes it look bare.

Two rows of torches are stuck in the dark tiles of the wall, shimmering blue-white, adding a bit of mystery to this floor.

"The courtroom can only be reached by going down to the tenth basement floor through here, and there is still a little more to walk." Director Moen said to Shevin and Sandrine, and then prepared to take the two of them around the corner and walk to the steps leading to the tenth floor.

However, Xiwen suddenly had a heartfelt throbbing!

He suddenly turned his head to look at the lone black door left at the end of the hallway. There seemed to be a power inside that door that was both familiar and unfamiliar, a sense of déjà vu.

"What's wrong, Xiwen?" Sandrine noticed the strange look on Xiwen's face and asked.

"Nothing, just a little curious." Resisting the urge to walk over and push the door open, Shiwen withdrew his gaze.

He took a deep breath to calm his throbbing heart, and asked pretending to be curious, "Director Morn, do you know what's inside that door?" ”

"There's the Department of Mysteries." Director Moen took a deep look at the black door and replied. "It's the top secret agency of the Ministry of Magic, and I don't know exactly what's in there."

"Let's go to the courtroom first, it's about time." Director Mohn deliberately changed the subject and said to the two.

Xiwen sighed with some regret, glanced back at the black door of the Department of Mysteries, and then followed Director Moen's pace.

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When the three arrived in the courtroom, there was still some time left before the trial began, and Sandrine and Shevin were arranged to stay in the VIP room to wait for the trial to begin.

"Son, do you want to know about the Department of Mysteries?" Sandrine asked suddenly.

"It's a bit curious, indeed." Shivin looked at Sandrine in surprise. "Do you know anything about the Department of Occult Affairs?"

"All I can say is a little bit of understanding." Sandrine nodded and whispered. "The Department of Mysteries is a research-oriented department of the Ministry of Magic, but it was founded even before the Ministry of Magic. Basically, the department's research projects are known only to a handful of the Ministry's top brass. ”

"Still, we were able to get some inside scoop out of our pure-blood family's various connections." Speaking of which, she was slightly distressed. "It's hard to say, but neither the Rozier family nor my Selwyn family have ever had a single Minister of Magic."

"The Rozier family's knowledge of the Department of Mysteries was obtained from the Lestrange family through marriage, so we don't know much."

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