Dumbledore eventually brought Zhang Xiao with him, perhaps Optimus Prime of the wizarding world, who felt that he was getting old, thought it would be good to let Zhang get in touch with something in advance.

He didn't know how, but Peter turned back into the sleeping mouse Spotted and put him in his pocket.

It seems that this is a very safe measure to carry.

Look at it, look at it, Zhang Xiao muttered in her heart, I'll just say.

Dumbledore's attachment of the Philosopher's Stone to his belt was the simplest and safest measure.

Zhang Xiao thought that Dumbledore had some special passage to go to the Ministry of Magic or something, but he first brought himself to Diagon Alley with Floo powder.

It's like an old man who hasn't been shopping for a long time, wandering around the Muggle streets at a leisurely pace.

Perhaps seeing Zhang Xiao's doubts, Dumbledore said softly:

"Give the Ministry of Magic a moment to react."

An old man and a young wander through a very desolate street, with not even a decent convenience store except for a few low-rise office buildings that look dilapidated.

The occasional passer-by seemed to ignore both of them, allowing Dumbledore and Zhang Xiao to walk leisurely and chat.

"Zhang, what do you think the Ministry of Magic will do with this?"

Zhang Xiao thought about it for a while, especially the fact that Umbridge was thrown out of the top bag before, which made him look down on the Ministry of Magic, or Fudge.

Fierce and timid, resourceful and indecisive; Do big things and spare yourself, forget your life when you see small profits, and you are not a hero.

"How?

Without you, this would have been much easier for the Ministry of Magic.

For example, colluding directly with Peter, so that he will never change his words, and directly finalize this adult case to death, or directly kill Peter.

But now with you, the biggest possibility should be the cold treatment - Blake out, Peter in, drop the charges against Blake.

Or, as last time, throw your potential opponent as a scapegoat to calm your anger, appease public opinion, and eradicate dissent.

In the end, Fudge sincerely apologized and blamed all the blame on the unlucky guy, winning public opinion.

Well—Fudge won three times. ”

Dumbledore was amused by Zhang Xiao:

"Ha ——, brilliant imagination, but I have to admit that what you said has a good chance of becoming a reality."

He lamented, "You're always so ahead of your time, and your way of thinking is far more mature than that of a young wizard—but that's not a bad thing.

Maturity is obviously a little better than pretending to be old.

We're here. ”

Following the direction of Dumbledore's finger, Zhang Xiao looked over.

There's a red phone booth against the wall – it looks pretty bad, shabby.

The mottled paint surface is like it has been smashed, and it is pitted.

The glass was covered with cobweb-like cracks, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

Zhang Xiao felt that even without the protection of the spell, people who were a little more normal would not have the idea of finding out.

Dumbledore walked in with him, and said in a brisk tone:

"The Ministry of Magic is protected by many spells, and generally speaking, there are only three ways to get to the Ministry of Magic, the staff access to work.

The opening of a special Floo Powder Passage, as well as this visitor passage.

If you have fewer people, we recommend using this guest channel. ”

Zhang Xiao nodded: "Okay, I thought the professor would choose a more direct approach." ”

Seriously, he really thought that Dumbledore would just take him to the past.

I didn't think Dumbledore would choose this kind of phone booth that ordinary visitors would use.

Dumbledore picked up the microphone that hung crookedly, dialed the number "62442", and waited quietly.

A few seconds later, the voice of an indifferent woman echoed through the phone booth.

The voice doesn't come out of the microphone, but it looks like someone is actually standing in front of you.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and what to do."

Dumbledore said calmly, "Albus Dumbledore, Xiao Zhang, have made an appointment with Minister Connery Fudge. ”

"Thank you," said the indifferent female voice, "please take the badge and pin it to your chest." ”

Two boxy silver badges slid out of the coin slot, with names and meanings written on them.

Zhang Xiao looked at the badge in his hand and pinned it to his chest curiously.

I don't know what Huaxia is like, but it should be quite interesting.

The female voice was still speaking, "Honored guest, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand.

The security desk is located at the end of the main hall. ”

Dumbledore said with regret, "When I came here before, they would add a bunch of stinky, long titles to me.

It's gone now. ”

As soon as Zhang Xiao wanted to speak, the phone booth suddenly trembled, and then a sense of weightlessness came, and the entire phone booth was sinking towards the ground.

It took almost a minute for the phone booth to stop.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, I hope you have a great day." The woman's voice spoke.

The door of the phone booth opened by itself, and Dumbledore led Zhang Xiao outside.

Leather boots with silver saddle buckles made a crisp 'da-da-da' sound when they stepped on the floor.

It was the first time Zhang Xiao had come to the Ministry of Magic, and he looked at his surroundings with a curious gaze that looked at rare scenes.

The Ministry of Magic is not the same as what you see in the movies, or it is difficult for ordinary people to use their imagination to construct the whims of wizards.

Nor could they comprehend what a wizard could do with a wand.

It is a long, long aisle with a golden hall at the end.

The floor was covered with polished dark wood floors.

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.

Dumbledore deliberately slowed down his pace and gave Zhang Xiao time to watch: "It's spectacular, isn't it?" Sheet.

It took hundreds of years for wizards to establish such a secret space underground, even with the help of the power of goblins. ”

Zhang Xiao nodded, still looking curiously.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain.

In the center of the fountain is the famous statue that appears several times in the original book.

It's made entirely of gold, making it larger than a real person.

The tallest of them all was a handsome 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 dingdong and rattling water in all directions, and there were pops and popping sounds made by phantom shifters.

There were also hundreds of sparkling footsteps of witches and wizards. With the lifeless expressions on their faces, they strode toward the row of golden doors at the end of the foyer.

Zhang Xiao suddenly asked curiously, "Headmaster Dumbledore, how many wizards are there in the wizarding world in England?" ”

Dumbledore pondered, "There are probably more than 20,000 people." ”

More than 20,000? Let's just say, how can 3,000 people alone support the Ministry of Magic, which employs more than 1,000 people.

He shook his head and walked past the fountain in the center of the foyer, only to find a number of glittering silver sicos and copper nuts beneath the pool.

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.

Isn't this a wishing fountain? It's just a taste of putting a statue of the king!

"Professor, is this really going to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic?"

Dumbledore took out a golden Gareon and threw it in:

"That's for sure.

Actually, there's a counter at the bottom of the statue, and it will only be cleaned once when it reaches a certain amount, so I'll take a look. Oh, and a few dozen Galleons are missing. ”

Zhang Xiao directly took out a large handful of Galleons from the Qiankun bag and threw them in, and the golden Galleons collided in the air with a crisp sound of 'clanging'.

St. Mungo's group of therapists are really good, not to mention the skills, at least the attitude is qualified, since they can ensure that St. Mungo's are given, then donate a little.

The sound of Garons bumping into each other immediately attracted the attention of many people, who looked up at the pool and immediately spotted Dumbledore.

Many stood there in astonishment, and then began to talk in whispers, the tiredness on their faces swept away and replaced by excitement and speculation.

Some of the people in the relevant departments have already thought of the order that has just been circulated in the minister's office.

With panic and haste, the orders urgently summoned the Wizengamot, and they were now running around for these things.

Dumbledore winked at Zhang Xiao narrowly: "Maybe in terms of wealth alone, you have reached the pinnacle of wizarding." ”

Behind the table next to the pool sat a sorcerer in peacock blue robes with an uncleanly shaven beard.

Above his head was a sign that read "Security Check".

The Daily Prophet, which he had still held in his hand before, had been quietly stuffed into a drawer by him.

The wizard was standing at the moment, looking at Dumbledore with deep fear.

Dumbledore walked over with Zhang Xiao and said gently:

"Security check still has to be done, Erik, I remember that beautiful silent spell you had during your graduation exam."

The wizard named Eric blushed with excitement, and he stammered:

"Professor, do you remember me? Even if I'm so inconspicuous? ”

Dumbledore nodded as a matter of course:

"Why can't you remember? Erik, I remember you saying that your dream was to be an Auror.

Use your wand to arrest the wicked. ”

Eric became more and more excited, Dumbledore really remembered him, even his dreams!

But soon, he lowered his head, his voice became bitter, and he whispered:

"I'm sorry Professor, I didn't fulfill my dream."

There is nothing happier than a respected teacher remembering himself, and nothing is more uncomfortable than a high-spirited teenager being ruined by life and standing in front of a teacher.

Dumbledore shook his head gently, at this moment he was like a kind old man, looking at his students with a smile, and said gently:

"Erik, look up.

It is not our abilities that determine who we are, but our choices that determine this.

The gates of the Aurors are never closed to you. ”

Eric pursed his lips, his eyes became angry again, and nodded heavily:

"Professor, I see!"

He held up a long golden rod, as thin as a car's antenna, and said with a smile:

"Until then, I still have to do my job, Professor Dumbledore, please!"

Dumbledore nodded approvingly, "Delightfully!" ”

Eric used it to sweep Dumbledore's chest and back from top to bottom

"Wand-" Eric suddenly patted his head, "By the way, your wand is exempt." ”

Zhang Xiao pouted slightly, he also wanted to see if Dumbledore would take out the Elder Wand.

Anyway, he didn't seem to see Dumbledore pull out his wand, and most of the time, the headmaster just waved his hand and got everything done.

Eric turned to Zhang Xiao: "It's your turn, Zhang." ”

Zhang Xiao raised his eyebrows, and Eric said with a smile: "You are a big celebrity, like us."

He paused, smiling sheepishly at Dumbledore.

"For people like us who sit on the bench, the Daily Prophet is our best companion.

I would even read the newspaper a dozen times~"

As he spoke, he completed the safety test:

"I have to say, you did a good job, very good, we are all happy for you!"

Eric put away the antenna, gave Zhang Xiao a thumbs up, and then said:

"Wand!"

Zhang Xiao flipped his wrist and popped his lightning wood wand out of his sleeve.

Erik, stunned: "Cool! I've seen a lot of Aurors hide wands like that, well, actually, I've practiced it, but it's deserted now. ”

He threw his wand on a bizarrely-looking brass machine that looked like a scale.

The machine began to vibrate slightly.

"Usually you have to wait a while, leave him alone"

Eric Interested said:

"May you tell me how you communicated with the dragon? That's a Norwegian spinosaurus!

And the Principal's Phoenix, the Great Battle Basilisk!

Oh my God."

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the brass scale.

The three of them turned their heads neatly, only to find that there were already shining electric sparks on the wand, followed by a buzzing of rage.

Zhang Xiao suddenly chuckled in her heart.

Broken! I'm not a good-natured wand!

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1. Ask for a monthly pass 2. Recommend a ticket

Wuhu, finally going to work again!! The weekend has finally passed, and we'll see if we can make up for it this week!

ps: The monthly pass is still a little short, please ask for the monthly pass

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