There was some mood swings in the female voice on the other side of the telephone.

"Debt collection?"

Harry responded, "Well, the Ministry of Magic owes me some money. ”

"Okay." The female voice hesitated to respond, "Thank you, please two guests pick up the badge and wear it on their chests." ”

There was a bang, and a crisp and pleasant sound sounded, slid out of the phone's coin slot, and stayed in the slot.

Harry picked up a boxy bronze badge with fresh traces of Transfiguration on it, "Albus Dumbledore" written in golden letters, and a small word "Accompanying" under the name.

Harry handed it over and picked up another one, with his name written on it, and the following visit items were written "On Trial, Visit the Minister".

They put their badges on.

The female voice then reminded, "Guests of the Ministry of Magic, you will need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security desk is located at the end of the main hall. ”

The phone booth shook, like the subway track in Gringotts, and sank rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the sunlight coming in from outside dimmed and disappeared in an instant, and it sank into the ground with Dumbledore and Harry.

A moment later.

A blinding golden light pierced them, as if it were about to gouge out their eyes.

Ding Dong -

By the time Harry had adjusted to the light, the elevator gave a hint and clicked, and the door in front of them opened.

They go out.

Outside, a large, golden hall with a dark floor that was shiny and clean enough to reflect light, and a Hogwarts-like ceiling with powerful magic and countless ancient runes circulating on it, every second of which was a new protective spell.

The walls on the left and right sides of the foyer are lined with fireplaces, with the entrance on the left and the exit on the right.

In the center of the hall, there is a group of statues of pure gold, from which the feeling of the hall's resplendent comes from. The statue is much larger than life, and in the center is a handsome human wizard, torch-like, holding a wand alof, as if in a heavy fog, illuminating the path ahead.

A beautiful witch, a brave and loyal centaur, a flattering hunched leprechaun, and a small, pitiful house-elf surrounded the wizard.

Clear water erupted from the tip of the wand, the tip of the arrow in the centaur's hand, the hat on the elf's head, and the ears of the house-elves.

A wizard approached, threw a few coins into it, folded his hands in prayer, and hurried away.

This seems to be a prayer spring.

As they approached, Harry saw a wooden plaque in the corner, almost hard to see, smudged and incompatible with the clean hall, with illegible handwriting, and it took him a moment to read the words: "All proceeds from the Fountain of the Brothers of Magic are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries." ”

"Will you really donate?" Harry wondered.

There were a lot of coins in the fountain, a large amount of silver sico, followed by copper nat, and not many, but vaguely some gold gallons.

"At least that's what the sign says." Dumbledore replied softly.

They did not stop in front of the fountain and swept by.

Passing through the long foyer and passing by the busy crowd, I walked to a remote passageway, not as grand as the Ministry of Magic staff passage, except for a wooden door with a table in front of it with a wooden sign that read "Security Check".

In charge of this position is a male wizard who wears a peacock blue robe and takes care of himself meticulously.

He carried a newspaper and a pot of tea and a few plates of refreshments in front of him, unaware of the approaching two.

"Ahem." Dumbledore coughed heavily.

The wizard impatiently put down the newspaper: "Guest, right?" Approaching"

In the middle of his words, he stopped abruptly, and he saw the two people who came to visit, and stood up with a pout, and his attitude became respectful: "Mr. Dumbledore, and Mr. Potter, it's the two of you." ”

He stepped out of the table, and with a wave of his wand, a metal rod flew from under the table into his hand.

"Please stand still and let me check it out."

He lifted the slender metal rod and swept it towards Harry.

"Don't worry, it's just to check if there is any danger to the two of them." Before he could finish his sentence, the metal rod vibrated violently.

"Mr. Potter?" The wizard stared at Harry's waist in horror.

Harry unfastened his pocket: "I don't know what you mean by danger. ”

He pulled the snake bone sword from his pocket.

The metal rod vibrates more violently.

"What's, what is this?" The wizard swallowed hard.

"A longsword forged from basilisk bones and venom." Harry briefly introduced, "Is this considered a dangerous good?" ”

The wizard nodded with difficulty: "Of course." ”

"And that's all for you?" Harry continued to hold his things outside, pulling out a bottle of dark purple liquid.

"The venom of the eight-eyed giant spider, this is not obtained by illegal means, you know that there is a nest of eight-eyed giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest."

"It's basilisk venom." He pulled out another bottle of dark green liquid.

"It's the juice of the dragon's blood vine." Another bottle of crimson liquid.

"This is Neville's potion."

The wizard was a little numb.

Watching Harry pull out one dangerous item after another, he turned his head blankly and looked at Dumbledore for help.

Hogwarts is so dangerous now?

"Nothing else?" Harry frowned as he looked at the dozen or so objects on the table, and after displaying them, he put them away again.

"Mr. Potter, these things need to be kept with me." The wizard hesitated to speak, offering his opinion.

Harry didn't speak, but looked at him.

"It's the rules of the Ministry of Magic." The wizard emphasized.

Harry reminded softly, "For Professor Dumbledore's sake, I'm very cooperative with you, but don't make a fuss, okay?" ”

The wizard chuckled inwardly and looked at Dumbledore pleadingly, his eyes full of pleading.

"Don't worry, I won't let Harry get too far into trouble." Dumbledore kindly comforted him.

The wizard had a sad face.

I've already preset my position, and I think Mr. Potter is going to make trouble, right?

What a bunch of people are you Gryffindors!

If you don't put away these dangerous goods, what's the point of checking yourself? Just looking at Mr. Potter putting these things on the table shows how dangerous he really is?

He thought in his heart, maybe, just that maybe, that all the descriptions of Mr. Porter in the Daily Prophet were false, and that there was nothing false about "dangerous" except for "danger."

"Mr. Potter." The wizard tried, and eventually pleaded.

Harry didn't speak.

It's unlikely that the witcher will hand these things over - except in some special cases.

The wizard put away the slender metal rod, waved his wand again, and the scales flew out and landed on the table: "Then the two of you can register your wand." ”

The two were unmoved.

"Mr. Dumbledore?" The wizard looked at the one who spoke best.

"I guess that's not necessary, is it?" Dumbledore smiled, gently refusing.

Harry looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully.

Dumbledore gave him a meaningful look.

The wizard sighed and clenched his wand.

It's hard to wait for this group of wizards with otherworldly skills!

"Okay, so be it." The wizard muttered, "Again. Welcome, Mr. Dumbledore and Mr. Potter. ”

On the word "welcome", he speaks with a particularly difficult time.

They entered the gate and entered a small, wider, more crowded foyer, with more than twenty lifts at the left and right ends, and the golden fence door was locked outside the corridor before the lifts had fallen, in case someone accidentally fell in the crowd.

"Dumbledore, and Harry." Someone crowded over and greeted them.

"Uncle Arthur, are you only coming to work now?" Harry responded his greeting.

"Oh, something happened." Arthur was holding a pile of papers in his arms, and the outermost layer was a map with dense red dots on it, "In the last three months, there has been a lot of news about Muggle vehicles flying in the sky, and this has even been in the Muggle news!" ”

"What are they called. UFO! ”

"There is a suspicion that Sirius is still using his jet bike."

As he spoke, he leaned over to the two of them and lowered his voice as low as he could, "Of course, we all know not, Harry, you"

"I know, I'll talk to the hat." Harry nodded.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief: "Now, I have a headache about how to deal with this." ”

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, and a fried tail snail suddenly appeared in the crowd, flicking its tail and crackling sparks.

"Faint!" The people around him chanted spells, but they could shoot on the carapace, and all the spells were bounced.

Dumbledore looked at Harry.

Harry drew his wand, and the Transfiguration Charm tied it up, revealing its soft belly, and Arthur took the opportunity to pass out in a faint, but it didn't have much effect.

"The spell is useless, you have to use the water of life and death!" A man's voice came from the ground.

In his pocket, a bottle of potion floated out, just as it had been on the night of the Triwizard Tournament, and it was forcefully poured into the creature's mouth.

After a while, it slept in a mess.

"Oh, thank you so much." The man who was trampled under the crowd struggled to get up, pulled out a pocket, and tried to put the fried tail snail back in, "The quality of the Traceless Stretching Spell Bag given by the Department of Magical Beasts Management is too poor!" ”

"Damn, I can't fit it at all. Mr. Dumbledore! Mr. Potter! ”

"I don't think we're going to get into our pockets." Dumbledore quipped, "The purpose of this visit is not the Department of Magical Beasts. ”

The wizard took a deep breath and looked at Harry, his eyes dodging and timid, "Oh, I'm sorry, I just didn't expect to meet you. ”

Ding dong!

A lift falls.

The wizard hurriedly ran there: "I'm sorry to see you, I still have something"

His farewell was not finished.

I watched Harry, Dumbledore, and Arthur walk in.

Staying up until the fourth floor, he dragged the bag and fled in a hurry.

"Looks like the Ministry of Magic is afraid of me." Harry summed it up succinctly.

The surrounding Ministry of Magic officials nodded slightly, indicating that they agreed with this statement.