Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures Chapter 882: Guest entrance

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"Yes, I remember this place!" Mr. Weasley said happily, pointing to the dilapidated red telephone booth.

The phone booth seems to be the product of decades ago, abandoned here by the desert.

Several pieces of glass were gone, and behind it was a wall of smashed paint.

"This is much worse than the the Ministry of Magic I imagined ..."

"It ’s not easy to find such a large space in the center of London. Besides, this is just an entrance." Mr. Weasley said happily, he opened the door of the phone booth, "Okay, boys, you go in first!"

Ivan, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George are all squeezed in. There is no space at all now, everyone is pressed tightly together, the ruined phone booth creaks, there is a possibility of collapse at any time.

"You stepped on me, Fred!" Ron shouted loudly.

"Not me, but George!" Fred replied.

"No, I can't move, any of you can go back!" George followed.

As Mr. Weasley also followed in, closing the door with difficulty, they were squeezed into a small space like a can.

Ivan was squeezed on the phone, Hermione in front of him, and Harry in the back.

She leaned against the wall behind her back, and her front body was tightly attached to the Ivan, her movements were extremely ambiguous.

As soon as someone pushes Ivan in the back, he will hit Hermione forward.

Seeing the appearance of Hermione's, he hurriedly raised his waist and was quickly hit by someone again ...

In the end, Ivan simply hugged her in her arms so that the impact force can be lower.

As for the phone, it hangs off the wall crookedly. It seems that there was a guy who broke the property and tried to tear it off.

If there is muggle(s) passing by, he will look at this scene in surprise, thinking that a few of them are crazy.

"Excuse me, give me the microphone!" Mr. Weasley said.

"Mr. Weasley, I think this phone may also be broken." Harry said, taking the microphone from Ivan.

"No, no, I believe it is not broken." Mr. Weasley said, holding the microphone over his head, looking at the dial, his other hand stretched out with difficulty, "Oh, no, I can't reach, Ivan, please dial the number 62442 for me. "

Hermione tried to make room for him backwards, Ivan raised his head and dialed the number.

When the dial quickly turned back to its original position, a woman ’s indifferent voice passed into the phone booth, the voice was not from the microphone held by Mr. Weasley, it was loud and clear, like an invisible woman Stand beside them and talk to them.

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

"Um ..." Mr. Weasley said, obviously he was n’t sure if he should speak into the microphone. Finally, he made a concession, put the mouth on his ear, and shouted, "Arthur · Weasley, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office They came with Ivan Mason and Harry · Potter, and the ministry asked them to come for inquiry and trial. In addition, there are Hermione Granger, Ron · Weasley, Ginny · Weasley, Fred · Weasley, George · Weasley, they are accompanied Watch their trial. "

"Thank you!" the woman said indifferently, "Guest, please pick up the badge and don't put it in front of your clothes."

Ding Lingling, wow, lala, seven badges slipped out of the metal ramp that should be used to withdraw coins.

Ivan picked it up and handed it to Harry, leaving him and the Hermione's badge. He saw that he was a square silver badge with the words: Ivan Mason, tried, and the words on the Hermione were visits. .

They pinned the badge in front of the T-shirt and looked around expectantly, and the woman ’s voice rang again.

"the guest of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be inspected at the security checkpoint and register your wand(s). The security checkpoint is located at the end of the main hall."

As soon as her voice fell, the floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled.

With a cry of surprise, they slowly sink into the ground.

Hermione subconsciously hugged Ivan, she was originally hugged by Ivan, the two were stuck together, and now they are more closely combined.

Ivan has never felt that he and Hermione have been close together. It feels as if they are both in a tights.

As he entered Hermione pajamas the night before, he can now feel her heartbeat clearly.

He watched the sidewalk outside the glass window of the phone booth rise and fall, and finally there was darkness above their heads.

In a blink of an eye, nothing can be seen, only the monotonous, shrill rubbing of the phone booth when it sinks into the ground.

No one spoke, everyone held their breath, and even Mr. Weasley was a little nervous.

It took about a minute, but it actually felt much longer, and a thin piece of gold shone on their feet.

Then Jinguang gradually widened, spreading onto the body, and finally hitting them directly.

"the Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day today," the woman's voice said.

The door of the phone booth suddenly opened, and several people stumbled out of it.

"Wow!" A few people looked around, their mouths closed together in surprise!

The picture in front of you is more shocking than just seeing the bustling scene of muggle(s) in central London.

Even if Ivan came here more than a year ago, he still could n’t help but look around curiously.

The same is true for Fred and George. They only came to the Ministry of Magic with Mr. Weasley when they were young. They have not been here for many years. Harry, Ron and Hermione are the first time to come. Although they heard a lot of descriptions, they did not see it with their own eyes. Intuitive.

At this moment, a group of people stood at the end of a long and splendid hall.

The ground is polished with dark wood floors, and the peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with Winky / glittering glowing golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

Before Ivan was just watching the excitement, but now recognize that this ceiling uses a lot of knowledge about alchemy and magic array.

The seemingly messy golden symbols converge into spells rune, many of which are not recorded in the research notes given to him by Nicolas? Flamel.

In the hall, the walls on all four sides are set with dark, dark wood panels, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wood panels.

Every few seconds later, with a loud bang, a wizard(s) popped out of a fireplace on the left.

On the right, several people are waiting in line in front of each fireplace to leave.

In the middle of the entrance hall is a fountain, and a group of pure gold statues standing in a circular pool is larger than a real person.

The highest of them is a noble wizard who holds wand(s) high and points directly at the sky.

Surrounding him is a beautiful witch(es), an Centaur(s), a Goblin(s) and a domestic little elf / pixie(s).

Centaur(s), Goblin(s) and domestic little elf / pixie(s) all looked up at the two wizard(s) in admiration, a stream of shining water from the top of wizard's wand(s), from the arrow of Centaur(s), from the tip of the hat of Goblin(s), from the ears of domestic little elf / pixie(s) Sprayed out.

There are Ding Dong, Ding Dong, and the sound of water, and the pop and crack of the Disapparation.

There are also hundreds of men and women wizard(s) cluttered footsteps, they strode Shooting Star toward the row of golden doors across the hall.