Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 373: the Ministry of Magic

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At 5:30 the next morning, Ivan suddenly woke up completely, as if someone shouted in his ear.

He lay there motionlessly, slowly, only remembering what he was doing.

He will go to the Ministry of Magic with Dumbledore and Sirius to see Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge and get permission to enter Azkaban in wizard(s) prison.

Ivan climbed out of bed, Sun had not yet risen, and the room was dark.

Other than him, everyone else is still sleeping.

Harry was curled up tightly in the bed, Ron was lying on the bed with his limbs stretched up, his mouth wide open, and he was sleeping soundly.

Ivan turned to look at Hermione, but found that the girl had already woke up.

She was staring at her staring there, with tears hard to conceal in the corners of her eyes.

"A safe journey, Ivan!" Hermione whispered, leaned over and hugged Ivan tightly.

She didn't cry, her face was particularly strong.

"I know!" Ivan replied softly, "You also take care and take care of yourself during the holidays."

Hermione nodded slowly, and her beautiful chestnut eyes shone brightly.

With Hermione's temperature and sweet fragrance on her body, Ivan walked through the room and finally waved her hand.

He came to the foyer outside the ward and closed the door gently with his backhand.

Immediately, Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, trying not to think that he might not be able to crack the curse, and he would never see Hermione again.

He walked out of the school hospital and prepared to go to Dumbledore's Office as agreed.

The narrow and dark corridor was also quiet. The murals on the walls were all asleep, snoring loudly, and a red Dragon with a clearly disproportionate body lying on the ground, with a few sparks coming from time to time.

Ivan thought that not long ago, he had actually killed an Dragon in Centaur tribe, but that was after all an illusion.

It sounds a little unreal, not to mention something that was 800 years ago.

Crossing a spiraling staircase, he saw the Filch's cat Mrs. Norris staring at himself in the corner, staring at the yellow eyes of a brass bell.

Ivan waved his hand, Mrs. Norris whispered and fled past.

He suddenly remembered that he did n’t know the password of the two statues through the Dumbledore's Office door, and he was not sure what candy name to use to crack.

When he walked into the corridor, he heard a voice near the statue.

Dumbledore and Sirius have already been waiting for themselves there. The two of them are servants, as if they have just returned from outside the castle.

When he walked over, they both smiled.

"Good morning, Ivan!" Dumbledore said with a smile, "We just rushed back from Centaur tribe, you should not have breakfast like us, I ordered the family little elf / pixie(s) to prepare something, time is too late, I think we can Leave before eating. "

They entered the office of Dumbledore, which was as marvelous as they had seen before Ivan. There were a lot of strange-shaped objects on the table, and Phoenix Fawkes stood motionless, eyes closed tightly.

All the portraits of headmaster on the wall are also sleeping, but these old foxes are all pretend.

They opened their eyes from time to time and secretly looked at Ivan and Sirius.

Dumbledore lit a fireplace with his own wand(s), a warm flame rose up to dissipate the cold in the room, knocked on his beside the fireplace round table, sandwiches, eggs, desserts, milk and coffee and other food Appears one after another.

"I wrote a letter to your parents explaining the matter and asked them to allow me to take care of you temporarily during the upcoming summer vacation." Dumbledore took out a lilac envelope from his arms and handed it out To Ivan, say calmly, "You can send this letter together with your own letter."

Ivan took the letter and the school badge Hogwarts was printed on the upper left corner.

The name and address of your parents are written in the middle, which is a unique round font of Dumbledore.

"Okay, you can think about what you want to say to them. Even if everything goes well, we will probably be back in about a month. But now, you should have breakfast first, try this sandwich, you need to come again Do you want some honey? "Dumbledore pointed to the plate in front of Ivan." I like the sweet taste. "

"Thank you!" Ivan just picked up the sandwich and a new piece appeared on the plate.

The craftsmanship of domestic little elf / pixie(s) is very good, Ivan feels this sandwich is very delicious.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Sirius asked, and he poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Very good!" Ivan replied, but felt a little uneasy.

He tried not to think about the curse on his arm, but when his head was empty, the terrible evil god(s) and Voldemort's always followed.

He shook his head and forced himself to think about other things. For example, Hermione, her cute expression when she smiles, but the picture is always frozen in the end. When the girl just said goodbye to herself, she insisted on not crying.

Dumbledore and Sirius are still discussing about things in Centaur tribe, and Ivan listened absently.

He was glad that they did n’t ask himself to join the conversation. He was struggling to eat the delicious sandwich in his hand, but his mind was completely out of it.

"The time is almost the same, I think we should start!" About half an hour later, Dumbledore stood up, "I probably need to talk to Fudge for a long time, you can complete the letter to your parents there."

His voice just fell and he didn't see any action. The small red flame in the fireplace in front of Ivan suddenly turned green, and the flame was burning.

"In general, the Hogwarts fireplace is not in Floo Network, but you can apply for a temporary link if necessary." Dumbledore blinked at Ivan, "You should have used Floo Network, right? Just walk in, Just yell at the destination the Ministry of Magic we are going to. "

Ivan nodded and walked into the fireplace with green flames under the gaze of Dumbledore and Sirius, shouting, "the Ministry of Magic!"

His body was quickly sucked into the flames, everything was spinning in front of him, and after a while, he got out from the other end of the fireplace.

At this time, he was standing at the end of a long and splendid hall.

The ground is a dark wooden floor that is polished and appraised. The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with Winky / glittering glowing golden symbols.

The walls on all four sides are covered with dark oily dark wood. Around him, many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wood, neatly arranged in a row.

"Go forward, don't block the door!"

A man ’s voice sounded behind Ivan, and he hurried forward.

After a few seconds behind him, with a loud bang, an wizard(s) popped out of a fireplace on the left.

On the right, there are several people waiting in line in front of each fireplace to leave. (To be continued.)