Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 295: United Kingdom Ministry of Magic

For people who are new to the architectural structure of the Ministry of Magic, it may be a bit difficult to understand in a moment. As the "face" of the Ministry of Magic, the atrium is located on the eighth floor, and the entire Ministry of Magic seems to have a total of ten floors.

But if the entire basement layer to the eighth floor were "pulled out" from the ground, it would not be much different from the layered concept of Muggle architecture.

After gradually adjusting to the brightness of the surroundings, Harry found himself standing in the middle of a wide and winding passage.

Although the passage is actually very spacious, it becomes crowded with more people.

On both sides of this arched passage made of unknown black bricks, countless gilded fireplaces are neatly arranged, extending back and forth.

Every few seconds, with a soft "poof", a bright green flame banged up, and a wizard suddenly walked out of a fireplace on the left hand side.

On the right, someone seems to get inside every moment, sprinkling Floo powder and leave.

In such a busy scene, Harry intuitively felt that the Ministry of Magic really deserved to be the central institution governing the magical world of a country.

"...No wonder Maca would say so sure that'Voldemort can't fully penetrate the Ministry of Magic'." He looked at the dense crowd around him, and he was relieved in his heart.

Walking on the dark wooden floor that has been polished for reflection, overhead is a dome made of black bricks, with glittering golden symbols inlaid on it.

The symbols are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

If you go further, you will soon see a circular fountain with a group of huge pure gold statues erected in the middle of the pool.

The tallest among them is a noble wizard. He holds his wand high, with the tip of the wand pointed at the sky; around him are a beautiful witch, a horseman, a fairy, and a house elf.

The horseman, the fairies and the house elves all looked up at the two wizards with infinite admiration. The shining water jets came from the tip of the wizard’s wand, from the arrow of the horseman’s bow and arrow, and from the tip of the fairy’s hat. Son, ejected from the two ears of the house elves.

In this neighborhood, the sound of splashing water, the blast of apparition, and the messy footsteps of hundreds of wizards and wizards blended together, and it sounded a little messy.

Many of those wizards are meticulously dressed, but their faces are full of lifelessness that is characteristic of the morning, and they strode towards the row of golden gates at the other end.

"Come here." Mr. Weasley said.

They squeezed forward among the crowd of Ministry of Magic staff and various visitors. Some of them carried piles of crumbling parchment in their arms, some carried worn briefcases, and some carried them. Read a copy of the "Daily Prophet" while walking.

While passing by the fountain, Harry saw many sparkling silver sikes and copper nats under the clear pool, and a small stained sign next to it said: All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to Saint Mang Ge Magical Injury Hospital.

"If the review can pass...no, I came with a mission this time. After all, I am saving the Ministry of Magic...probably?" Harry thought for a while, then changed his words and said silently, "If If today’s task can be successfully completed, I will put ten Jin Jialong in...Oh, no—"

"What are you thinking, Harry?" Seeing Harry slow down as he watched the coins under the pool, Mr. Weasley reached out and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Although the money in this pool has been long I haven't touched them, but I can't make their minds!"

"What?" Harry didn't seem to hear Mr. Weasley's words clearly because he was in a trance, "I'm wondering if I want to change to a greater desire, such as-save the world or something?"

"Go here, Harry."

Speaking, Mr. Weasley led Harry away from the most concentrated crowd and walked to the left.

At a table, there was a sign saying "Security Check", and underneath sat a wizard in a peacock blue robe with a very shaved beard.

When Harry and the others approached, he raised his head and put down the newspaper in his hand by the way.

"I brought a guest." Mr. Weasley said, pointing at Harry.

"Come here," the wizard said in a listless tone.

Harry, who had just recovered from the magnificent atrium, was about to see the sign from his perspective, even though he was nervous.

"Focus, focus!" Harry reminded himself secretly.

He shook his sleeve gently while the wizard yawned, and an extremely inconspicuous little thing immediately fell to his feet.

The next moment, the wizard raised a slender and resilient golden long stick and swept it across Harry's chest and back from top to bottom.

"The magic wand."

The security wizard murmured at Harry, put down the golden thing, and reached out to him.

Harry was secretly relieved then, he immediately drew out his wand and handed it out.

The wizard just threw it on a weird-looking brass machine that looked like a single-plate balance, and the machine began to vibrate slightly.

Soon, a narrow piece of parchment quickly spit out from the opening at the bottom.

The wizard tore off the paper and read the words on it:

"Eleven inches, the core is phoenix feathers. It took four years... right?"

"Yes." Harry replied nervously.

"I'll keep this," the wizard said, and stuck the parchment paper on a small brass spike. "You take this back."

He put his wand into Harry's hand.

"Thank you."

Harry finally let go of his clenched teeth. He stomped his heel lightly as Maca said. After a two-second pause, he lifted his foot and planned to leave with Mr. Weasley.

"Wait a minute," the wizard said slowly.

What's wrong? Did he notice it? Obviously there is nothing wrong with it?

Harry regained his senses stiffly, and moved his shoulders a little unnaturally, because there was a burning sensation on his scalp and back.

The wizard's gaze was suspicious, and he subconsciously looked up from the silver guest badge on Harry's chest and looked at his forehead.

"Thank you, Eric."

Mr. Weasley categorically dropped a word, then grabbed Harry by the shoulder and took him out of here and returned to the crowd.

The more people go forward, the more crowded they are, as if the flow of people is concentrated in one place, they are almost "pushed" through the gate by the crowd and into a smaller hall.

There are at least twenty elevators here, separated by golden fence doors carved with fine patterns in the walls.

Harry followed Mr. Weasley step by step and walked to the pile of people in front of one of the elevators.

Beside them, there is a big shaggy wizard standing next to them. He is holding a large cardboard box in his arms, and there is a harsh rubbing sound from time to time in it.

"All right, Arthur?" the wizard said, nodding at Mr. Weasley.

"What's in your place, Bob?" Mr. Weasley asked curiously, looking at the cardboard box.

"Not sure yet." The wizard named Bob said solemnly, "We thought it was an ordinary chicken, but I didn't expect it to burst into flames! In my opinion, this seems serious. Violation of the "Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments"..."

With a creaking sound, the elevator car descended in front of them.

When the golden fence door slid slightly open, a large crowd of people rushed into the elevator. No one here cares whether some thrilling accidents will happen because of being overweight.

When Harry found himself out of breath, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic for the "little" crowd in the phone booth before.

The surrounding wizards looked at him curiously.

Harry lowered his head and looked at his toes. While avoiding eye contact with others, he was especially careful to make room for his legs so that he didn't even have time to take care of the messy bangs.

The fence door slammed shut, the elevator slowly went up, and the chain rang ~IndoMTL.com~ Then, the indifferent female voice Harry had heard in the phone booth rang again here.

"On the seventh floor, the Department of Magical Sports, including the British and Irish Quidditch League headquarters, the official Gobstone club, and the comic product patent office."

The elevator door opened, and Harry strenuously caught a glimpse of a chaotic corridor with various Quidditch posters stumbling on the wall.

A wizard holding a flying broom laboriously squeezed out and disappeared in the corridor.

The fence door closed again, and the elevator swayed slightly and continued to rise. The female voice continued: "The sixth floor, the Magic Transportation Department, including the Floo Network Management Bureau, the Flying Broom Management and Control Bureau, the Door Key Office, and the Phantom Visibility Testing Center. ."

The elevator door was opened again, and four or five wizards walked out. At the same time, several lavender paper airplanes swished into the elevator and circled slowly above the passengers' heads.

Harry also saw what appeared to be the "Ministry of Magic" stamp on the sides of the wings.

"That's a note used to pass messages between departments." Mr. Weasley told him in a low voice, "I used to use owls, and it was incredibly messy--the desk was full of excrement. "

As the elevator continued to rise, a group of people would go out every time it stopped on the first floor, and there were fewer and fewer paper airplane notes. At the Magic Accidents and Disasters Department on the third floor, almost everyone went out.

Now only Mr. Weasley, Harry and another witch are left in the elevator.

By the way, the witch was reading a deadly-looking parchment scroll that was dragged to the ground.

"If Ron saw him, he probably wouldn't choose to work for the Ministry of Magic in his life..." Harry couldn't help thinking.

At this moment, with another shaking, the elevator stopped rising again.