Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 296: Seemingly normal working atmosphere

"The second level, the Magic Law Enforcement Department, includes the prohibition of misuse of the Magic Department, the Auror Command and the Wisengama Management Agency."

When the indifferent female voice rang, the golden fence door slid open again with a clatter, and the witch beside her hurriedly dragged a long roll of parchment out.

"Here we are, Harry," Mr. Weasley greeted Harry, and followed him out of the elevator, to a corridor with doors on both sides, "My office is on the other side of this floor. "

In this corridor, there is occasionally a window inlaid in the black brick wall, and the bright sun shines in from there. Harry looked outside, but found that he could not see the ground, only the endless sea of ​​clouds and the sun floating above the clouds.

"Mr. Weasley," Harry asked hesitantly, "we...should be still underground, right?"

"Yeah, that's right." Mr. Weasley said as he walked, "These windows are all magical. The Magic Maintenance Department determines what weather we will have every day... Last time we had been shaved here for two months The hurricane turned out to be because they wanted to raise their wages...it was almost here, Harry."

They turned a corner, passed through two heavy oak doors, and entered a messy and noisy open office area divided into many small compartments.

The note paper airplanes that conveyed the messages flew out and in from the cubicle, making it even more busy.

As soon as Harry walked to the gate, he saw a sign hanging askew on the nearest cubicle: Auror Command.

While passing along the aisle outside the office area, he found that the Aurors were plastered with things on their cubicles.

From the portraits of the wanted wizards, to the pictures of their family members, to the posters of their favorite Quidditch team, and the articles cut from the "Daily Prophet", it seems that you can start from the details. Guess the personality and preferences of the owner of the compartment.

After passing the cubicle of a purple-robed wizard, Harry saw a witch with a blindfold over one eye. She was talking to Kingsley across the barrier of the cubicle!

"Good morning, Weasley," Kingsley said carelessly when they saw them passing by, "I always wanted to say a word to you, can you give me a second?"

"Sure! If it's really a second," Mr. Weasley said, "I'm very busy now."

They talked as if they were not familiar with each other.

Harry froze for a moment, and then remembered all his knowledge of the status quo of the Order of the Phoenix during this period of time. He understood that the members still need to hide their identities outside, so he also suppressed the mood of wishing to greet Kingsley.

They followed Kingsley through a row of cubicles and into the cubicle at the very end.

Immediately afterwards, Harry was taken aback by the scene in this cubicle.

On the baffle of the compartment, the one who winked at him from all directions was the face of Sirius.

The flap is densely pasted with newspaper clippings and old photos-including the one where Sirius was the best man at Harry's father's wedding.

Harry can be regarded as understanding the true meaning of "wanted by the Ministry of Magic", let alone hunting down, just being picked up and pasted on the partition board with his various pasts, this has already made Ha Lee was a little frightened.

In the only place not occupied by various information about Sirius, a detailed map of the world is pasted, and the small red thumbtacks on it are shiny like gems.

"Here." Kingsley said to Mr. Weasley stiffly, and put a roll of parchment into his hand. "About the past twelve months someone saw Muggle vehicles flying in the sky. , I need to know as much as possible..."

"...We received information that Black may still be using his old motorcycle."

As soon as he heard the news, Harry immediately thought of Lainilena's sisters.

They don't know where they got a vintage bicycle. Could it be that they were seen?

At this moment, Kingsley blinked his eyes vigorously at Harry, then lowered his voice and said to Mr. Weasley: "Give him this magazine, he will probably find it very interesting..."

Next, he said in a normal volume: "Don't delay too long, Weasley, the report of the shining legs was late, which delayed our investigation for a month."

"If you have read my report, you will know that the word is flashing arm." Mr. Weasley said coldly, "I'm afraid you have to wait for your information on motorcycles. We are currently very busy. ."

Then he lowered his voice and said: "You strive to leave before seven o'clock, Molly is making meatballs!"

After the routine conversation was over, Mr. Weasley motioned to Harry and led him out of Kingsley's cubicle.

They went out from another oak gate, then turned left and right for a while, and they came to the end of a dimly lit and particularly dilapidated corridor.

On the left hand side, a door was slightly opened, and it could be seen that there was a broom room inside. And on the door on the right hand side, there is a faded brass sign:

The misuse of the Muggle Items Division is prohibited.

This is Mr. Weasley's office, dim and shabby, and it seems to be slightly smaller than the broomstick.

Two tables were squeezed inside, and a file cabinet lined up along the wall that was almost overflowing. On the top of the cabinet were piles of crumbling documents.

There is simply no place for people to let go of their hands and feet!

If there is any room that is more cluttered than here, maybe the study room where Maca is located has this potential, but the space in that study room is much larger than Mr. Weasley's office.

From the little available space on the wall, we can see that Mr. Weasley has a special liking:

Several car advertisements, one of which depicts the disassembled engine; two illustrations of letter boxes, which appear to be cut from a Muggle children’s book; and a schematic diagram of how to install the socket.

On the table, the high-level documents make people wonder whether the document basket underneath has any meaning.

Next to the file basket was a magical photo of the Weasley family's family portrait, and Harry noticed that Percy seemed to have walked out of the photo.

"There are no windows here." Mr. Weasley said apologetically, taking off his short jacket and draping it on the back of the chair. "We asked, but they seem to think we don't need to-sit down. Harry, it looks like Perkins hasn't come yet."

Harry barely squeezed into the chair behind Perkins' desk when Mr. Weasley quickly looked through the sheaf of parchment that Kingsley had just given him.

"Ah!" He grinned, and pulled out a magazine from the parchment. "Yes, he was right, I'm sure Sirius would find it very interesting..."

"Oh! It's "The Singing"?" Harry said in surprise, "I remember Maca really likes this magazine-he subscribes every issue. I heard that he used to have a whole pile of them in his dormitory. !"

"Really? McLean didn't really think he would like this kind of--well, what's the matter?"

Before the voice fell, a note flew into the open door and slowly landed on the top of the pile of documents in the document basket.

Mr. Weasley opened the note and read aloud: "'It is reported that there has been a third case of sewage backflow from a public toilet in Bessner Greenbelt. Please go and investigate as soon as possible.'...This is really hell! "

"Toilet sewage backlash?"

"The anti-Muggle pranksters did it," Mr. Weasley said with a frown. "There have been twice in the last week, once in Wimbledon and the other in Elephant Castle. Muggle One After flushing the toilet, not only did the dirty stuff not disappear, but...oh! Imagine it for yourself!"

"That's too bad..."

While talking, Harry bent down and took out his pants, as if confirming something.

At this moment, an old wizard with hunchback and gray hair walked into the office, panting slightly, and Harry hurriedly sat up straight.

"Harry, this is Platinums."

"Ah, Arthur!" He looked at Harry, then raised a piece of parchment in Yang's hand, "Urgent news."

"I already know about the backflow of toilet water." Mr. Weasley said.

"No, no, it's not the toilet, it's the trial—they changed the time and place—to the old tenth courtroom below at eight o'clock—"

When Mr. Weasley heard it, he immediately took the parchment and looked at it.

"Oh! The time and place have been changed--they can't wait," Mr. Weasley looked at his watch again, "Luckily, I went out early today, didn't you?"

"However, there is no time to rest... Harry, we have to go now!"

Perkins put his body on the filing cabinet and let him go. Mr. Weasley and Harry walked out of the office quickly.

"Sure enough, I guessed with Maca--"

"Stop talking, it shouldn't be mentioned here." Mr. Weasley interrupted Harry immediately, "It's okay in the office, no one will be interested in our company anyway... But don't mention it outside. Up."

"Oh-yes, sorry." Harry also realized what was wrong, and nodded quickly.

Mr. Weasley stopped by the elevator and quickly tapped the "down" button.

The elevator creaked, and they stepped into the elevator.

"I have to ask you again, Harry," Mr. Weasley leaned into his ear, "'That' doesn't have to be done, it's only to be tried with peace of mind-remember?"

The elevator sank a few floors~IndoMTL.com~ Harry hesitated, and was about to say something, only to see a fat witch coming in with a smoking goblet. Harry had to He closed his mouth again.

"Main Hall."

After a while, the indifferent female voice reported again, and the golden fence slid open.

Harry only caught a glimpse of the golden statues in the fountain from a distance, then the fat witch walked out, and another thin wizard with a sad face came in.

"Good morning, Arthur," he said in a gloomy voice when the elevator started to descend, "I haven't seen you coming down much recently."

"Good morning, Bode." Mr. Weasley said casually, "I have been very busy these days."

Harry's heart was shocked when he heard the name.

At this moment, as the elevator stopped, the indifferent female voice suddenly sounded again:

"The Department of Mysteries."