Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 294: Harry’s first mission

When Harry and Mr. Weasley came out of the Black House together, the sky just gave birth to a little light. When I looked up, it was gray, and the air seemed to be soaked in night dew, revealing the early morning cold.

The two walked staggered, gently rounding the square, and walking out of the residential area.

"Where is the Ministry of Magic? How do we get there?" After two silent steps, Harry suddenly asked, seeming to want to relax his tight nerves.

"No one knows the exact location, only that it is somewhere deep underground...Clerks like us usually apparate to work," Mr. Weasley explained casually, "but obviously you don’t ."

"Also, we'd better go there through the visitor entrance. After all, you are going to be tried. If you don't use magic, it's better not to use it, so as not to leave a bad impression on the normal Ministry of Magic staff."

Mr. Weasley had a hand in his jacket as he walked, and Harry knew that he must have a wand in his hand.

There was almost no one on the dilapidated street, and the floor tiles were a little wet. It seemed that there had been a light rain last night.

But when they walked into the shabby and unremarkable subway station, they found that it was already full of Muggle passengers who went to work in the morning.

Mr. Weasley has always been particularly fond of Muggles and Muggle machinery. This is also the biggest reason why he stays in the Department of Prohibition of Abuse of Muggle Supplies without complaining.

Now that both are in place, it's no wonder that he is a little hard to suppress the intense interest in his heart-every time he finds himself close to the Muggles who are dealing with daily affairs.

"It's incredible," he pointed to the automatic ticket vending machine in front of him, excitedly, "It's amazing!"

"It's broken." Harry pointed to the sign.

"Really? But even so, still..." Mr. Weasley said, looking at the malfunctioning ticket machines with affection.

"We have to buy tickets...I mean, Mr. Weasley..."

Harry had to pull Mr. Weasley to get him to look away from the ticket machines.

"Mr. Weasley," Harry asked helplessly, "Look! We have to buy tickets—"

"Oh!" Mr. Weasley turned his head and said suddenly, "Yes, buy a ticket! I probably remember..." He said, taking out a handful of pounds from his pocket and looking over and over. Look, "Uh...Although I have been thinking about it, I still can’t distinguish the denominations of these Muggle currencies..."

"Let me come!" Harry reached out and took the handful of colorful pounds, then raised his head and asked, "By the way, where should we go?"

"Central London," Mr. Weasley replied immediately, "Well, if I remember correctly--I also went through the visitor entrance for the first time."

Listening to Mr. Weasley's words, Harry couldn't help but pray in his heart. I hope he won't be late for a while because he can't find the entrance!

Bought subway tickets from a sleepy administrator, and five minutes later, they boarded the subway. The old subway was carrying them, slamming towards the center of London.

In the subway car, Mr. Weasley checked the subway map on the window over and over again; Harry carefully put his right hand into the left sleeve, and then quickly pulled it out.

On his face, an inexplicable look flashed faintly.

"There are four more stops... Harry now has three stops... There are two more stops, Harry..."

Under Mr. Weasley's curious and nervous murmur, the surrounding Muggle passengers looked at him suspiciously. Obviously, his neurotic muttering was loud enough to attract attention.

"Mr. Weasley, we won't miss the site, we just have to sit down." Harry couldn't help it, so he lowered his voice and reminded him, "They are all watching you!"

"Oh! Really?" Mr. Weasley immediately pulled his gaze back from the route map and looked around, "Seriously, I actually really want to make some Muggle friends..."

They got off the bus at a stop in central London.

The subway platform in the city center is of course bustling and crowded. There is a crowd here. Harry and Mr. Weasley are pushed out of the subway by countless well-dressed men and women carrying briefcases.

"Oh! If I didn't know that Muggles can't make magic, I would really think this was a magic staircase." Standing on the escalator with Harry, Mr. Weasley exclaimed without losing the opportunity.

"Wow! This little thing is awesome!"

When they passed the turnstile at the ticket gate, they experienced Mr. Weasley who was swallowed by the ticket gate and even clapped his hands with a smile.

When they left the subway station and came to a wide street, the sky was already bright.

There are majestic and majestic buildings on both sides of the street. Various shops and large billboards along the street are gorgeous and colorful, and the streets are already busy.

"Where is this place?"

Standing on the side of the street, watching the crowds and vehicles coming and going, Mr. Weasley looked at a loss.

"What?"

Harry thought that even though Mr. Weasley checked the subway map so frequently, they still got to the wrong station, and their heart stopped beating with fright.

Fortunately, then Mr. Weasley said again: "Ah! Oh... by the way, this way, Harry."

Speaking, he turned and led Harry for a distance, then turned into a fork in the street.

"I'm sorry," unlike Harry's nervousness, Mr. Weasley said with excitement, "I've never taken the subway! And, from a Muggle eye, everything is completely different."

"...To be honest, I almost thought I had become a Muggle!"

They continued to walk forward, and the buildings on both sides of the street were generally much lower. This is true for both the magical world and the Muggle world. When people deviate from the concentrated area of ​​money, mediocrity and even primitiveness are the main tone of this world.

Finally, they came to a bleak side street, where there were only a few seemingly tattered offices, a tavern, and a dump truck that was about to overflow.

On the opposite side, there is a small parking lot with only a dilapidated private car.

Harry thought the Ministry of Magic was in a much more magnificent place! It seems that they are still thinking about avoiding too much contact with Muggles.

"Here." Mr. Weasley said happily, pointing to a dilapidated red phone booth-several pieces of glass were missing.

The phone booth was clinging to a messy wall on the back.

Under an inadvertent glance, Harry also saw some small rectangular stickers on the wall. The pictures on the stickers made his face flushed, and then he looked away with difficulty.

"You go in first, Harry." Mr. Weasley stepped forward and reached out and opened the phone booth door.

Harry walked in doubtfully, and when he was puzzled, Mr. Weasley also squeezed in and stood beside him, then closed the door with his backhand.

It's so crowded!

Harry was squeezed against the wall-mounted coin phone, which hung slantingly on the wall, as if a vandal once tried to pull it off.

Mr. Weasley reached over Harry's shoulder and barely picked up the handset of the phone.

"Mr. Weasley," Harry couldn't help but, "I think this phone may also be broken..."

"No, no, like these important magic items, the Ministry of Magic will send people to regularly inspect and maintain them." Mr. Weasley said, holding the microphone above his head, looking at the rotary dial, "Let me think Think..."

"This...well, next is this...and this, and this..."

As the dial "clicks" and was turned again and again, and then automatically reset, an indifferent female voice rang in the phone booth.

But Harry felt that the voice didn't come from the microphone Mr. Weasley was holding. The voice was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing beside them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and the reason for your visit."

"Huh?" Mr. Weasley looked at the receiver in his hand, then at the slanted telephone, obviously not sure where to speak.

After hesitating for a few moments, he leaned the receiver indiscriminately to his mouth and said: "Arthur Weasley~IndoMTL.com~The Muggle Objects Prohibition Division-is to accompany Harry Potter. Yes, the ministry asked him to come for trial."

"Thank you," the indifferent female said, "Guest, please pick up the badge and don't put it in front of your coat."

As Ding Ling was screaming, Harry saw a small object slip out of the metal groove of the coin refund port.

He picked it up: it was a square silver badge with the words "Harry Potter, Trial" written on it.

When Harry took the badge to the front of the T-shirt, the woman's voice rang again.

"Guests of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand-the security checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

Before the voice fell, the ground of the phone booth vibrated suddenly, leading them to sink slowly into the ground.

Harry watched in amazement as the sidewalk outside the glass partition wall of the phone booth rose higher and higher, and soon the surroundings became pitch black and there was nothing to see.

In the dark, only the harsh rubbing sound that continues to linger in the ears proves that they are still moving. But if he was still moving vertically, Harry couldn't answer at all.

About a minute or more has passed, but it feels much longer than that.

When a thin golden light shone on Harry's feet, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

After that, the golden light gradually widened and extended to his body. Soon, Harry had to squint his eyes to adjust to the sudden light.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day."

The indifferent female voice finished her last sentence, and the phone booth door slammed open. Mr. Weasley walked out first, and Harry followed behind, almost crying from ear to ear as he watched the surrounding scene.

But even so, he touched the sleeve subconsciously.