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

The door to the elevator booth slammed open, and Kingsley Shacklele walked out, Luo Cheng following closely behind him.

When he actually arrived at the Ministry of Magic, Luo Cheng could feel the brilliance of wizarding civilization: it was a golden hall, the dark wooden floor was polished, and a few magically controlled mops were clearing the ground that visitors had stepped on.

The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with glittering gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board. The walls on all four sides are lined with dark wood panels of jet black and shiny, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the boards. Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard pops out of one of the fireplaces on the left. And on the right, there are several people waiting in line in front of each fireplace waiting to leave.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain. A group of golden statues stands in a circular waterhole, with the highest point four or five meters long. The tallest of them all was a noble wizard holding a wand high and pointing to the sky. Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf. The centaurs, elves, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards with infinite adoration. Beams of shining water shot 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-elf. There were the sounds of dingdong and dingdong and rattling water, the popping and snapping sounds of phantom shifters, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of witches and wizards. With the lifeless expressions on their faces that characterize the morning of migrant workers, they strode toward the row of golden doors at the end of the foyer.

"It's work time, and they're all busy clocking in and following me."

Kingsley Shackel strotted into the crowd with Rocheng, some with crumbling piles of parchment in their arms, others carrying tattered briefcases, and others reading the Daily Prophet as they walked. As he passed by the fountain, Luo Cheng saw many glittering silver and copper nats under the waterhole, and even a few shiny gold gallons. A small, smudged sign next to it reads: All proceeds from the Fountain of the Brothers of Magic are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for the Injured and Injured.

Luo Cheng, who was so poor that he clanged, wanted to jump in and grab a few handfuls of money.

They left the crowd of Ministry of Magic staff walking towards the golden gate. At a table on the left, under a sign that reads "Security Check," sits a wizard in a peacock blue robe with an uncleanly shaven beard. As they approached, he looked up and put down the Daily Prophet in his hand.

"I brought a guest." Kingsley Shackle said and pointed at Luo Cheng.

"Oh, it's Kingsley! You've got another Dark Wizard? ”

The wizard looked very solemn, and he looked at Luo Cheng with serious eyes.

"He still looks like a kid, and now the age threshold for dark wizards is lowered?"

Kingsley Shacklele was amused.

"Come on, Eric. I'm an Auror but it doesn't mean I'll only catch dark wizards, will I let them in with a wand? ”

"Just kidding, you don't cooperate with me every time." The wizard saw that Kingsley Shacklele was not funny with him, so he said in a listless tone.

"He's Felton, my good friend, and he likes to make jokes."

Kingsley Shackel explained the inauguration.

"The young man I brought with me is here for an interview."

"Interview?"

"Well, Bertha Jorkins asked me to give him a ride, and I happened to drop by."

"I remember she had just been transferred to the Muggle Liaison Office."

Eric glanced at Luo Cheng with a strange look.

"A word of advice, it's best not to tell Bertha Jorkins too much about herself during the interview, because she will tell everyone around her. Come over here and give you a security check. ”

The wizard held up a long golden rod, as thin and resilient as a car's antenna, and he used it to sweep it from top to bottom on Luo Cheng's chest and back.

"Wand." Eric muttered to Luo Cheng, put down the golden thing, and held out his hand.

Luo Cheng handed over his wand. The wizard threw it on a grotesque-looking brass machine that looked like a single-disc scale. The machine began to vibrate slightly. A narrow strip of parchment spat out quickly from a hole in the bottom. The wizard tore off the paper and read the words on it.

"Thirteen inches, laurel wood, the core of the staff is a thunderbird feather, and it took five years. Is that right? ”

"That's right." Luo Cheng said, in fact, he hadn't used this wand since he crossed over.

"I'll keep this," Eric said, poking the parchment note into a small brass nail. "You take this back." He slipped his wand into Luo Cheng's hand.

"Let's go to the interview, if it's late, I'm worried that Bertha Jorkins will leave early."

Luo Cheng was pushed by the crowd and walked through the door with Kingsley Shackle, into a smaller hall over there. There were at least twenty elevators, blocked by refined golden fence gates. Luo Cheng and Kingsley Shackel walked into the crowd around an elevator. Next to him stood an emaciated wizard with a goatee, holding a large birdcage covered in a cloth with something in it pounding wildly.

"Good morning, Kingsley." The wizard said and nodded at Kingsley Shackle.

"What's it in there, Felton?" Kingsley Shackle asked, looking at the birdcage.

"Not sure yet." The wizard said solemnly, "We thought it was a soundless bird, but not only can it breathe fire, but it can also divide more individuals in the sun, which seems to be a serious violation of the law of the Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments." ”

With a clattering sound, an elevator descended in front of them. The golden fence door slid open, and Luo Cheng and Kingsley Shackle walked into the elevator with the group.

"The seventh floor, 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 Funny Products."

The elevator door opened, and Luo Cheng caught a glimpse of a chaotic hallway, with posters of various Quidditch teams plastered on the walls. A wizard in the elevator with a broomstick struggled to squeeze out and disappeared in the hallway. The door closed, the elevator swayed slightly and continued to rise, and the woman's voice announced, "The sixth floor, the Magical Transportation Division, contains the Floo Network Administration, the Broomstick Management Control Bureau, the Portkey Office, and the Phantom Apparition Test Center. ”

The elevator door was opened again, and four or five wizards walked out. At the same time, several paper airplanes whizzed into the elevator. Luo Cheng looked up and watched them fly slowly around his head, their color was a light purple, and Luo Cheng also saw the "Ministry of Magic" stamp on the side of the wing.

"That's a note for messages to be passed between departments." Kingsley Shackle whispered to him, "I used to use owls, but the mess was incredible, and there was feces all over the desk." Of course, there are too many restrictions on the use of this paper airplane, and it can only be used within the Ministry of Magic. ”

"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 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."

"I'm sorry, please give way." Felton said, holding the cage. He stepped out of the elevator. A small group of notes flew out. The elevator door slammed shut again.

"The third level, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, contains the Reversal of Contingency Team, the Amnestics Command and the Muggle Mediation Committee."

By this level, almost all of them had gone out. Kingsley Shackle also walked out with Luo Cheng.

"We're here, Luo Cheng," Kingsley Shacklele said, "and the Muggle Liaison Office hangs under the Muggle Mediation Committee, and I'll take you there." ”

I came to a hallway with doors on both sides, walked through a window, and the bright sunlight poured in.

Looking at Luo Cheng's label of seeing the sun, Kingsley Shacklele explained, "These are enchanted windows, and the Magic Maintenance Department will decide what the weather is each day. If there is sunshine today, it means that they have received their wages today. ”

They turned a corner, passed through two heavy oak gates, and entered an open area of messy and noisy compartments, divided into many cubicles, where there was a lot of chat, laughter, and activity. The note carrying the message flew in and out of the cubicle, like a miniature rocket. In the most remote compartment hung a sign crookedly:

Muggle Liaison Office.

"We're here."

Kingsley Shacklele coughed twice.

"Bertha, I've brought the interviewer."