Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 210 The Ministry of Magic

Dumbledore finally took Zhang Xiao with him. Maybe this Optimus Prime of the wizarding world, who felt that he was old, thought it would be good to let Zhang get in touch with something in advance.

He didn't know what method he used, Peter turned back into that sleepy mouse, Banban, and put him in his pocket casually.

It seems that this is a very safe carrying measure.

Look at it, look at it, Zhang Xiao muttered in his heart, so I said.

Dumbledore tied the Philosopher's Stone to his belt, which was the simplest and safest measure.

Zhang Xiao thought that Dumbledore had some kind of special passage to the Ministry of Magic, but he brought his Floo powder to Diagon Alley first.

Like an old man who hasn't been shopping for a long time, wandering leisurely on the Muggle streets.

Perhaps seeing Zhang Xiao's doubts, Dumbledore said softly:
"Always give the Ministry some time to react."

The old and the young strolled on a very deserted street. Apart from a few low-rise office buildings that looked dilapidated, there was not even a decent convenience store.

Pedestrians passing by occasionally seemed to turn a blind eye to the two of them, which allowed Dumbledore and Zhang Xiao to chat while walking leisurely.

"Zhang, how do you think the Ministry of Magic will handle this?"

Zhang Xiao thought about it for a while, especially when Umbridge was thrown out of the top bag before, which made him look down on the Ministry of Magic—or Fudge, in other words.

A person who is bold and cowardly, always scheming, who cares about his life when he does great things, and forgets his life when he sees small gains, is not a hero.

"How to deal with it?

Without you, this matter would obviously be much easier for the Ministry of Magic.

For example, collude with Peter directly, so that he will never change his mouth, and directly finalize this adult case, or simply silence Peter.

But now with you, the most likely thing is to deal with it coldly——Blake comes out, Peter goes in, and the charges against Blake are withdrawn.

Or just like last time, throwing out one's potential opponent as a scapegoat to appease anger, appease public opinion, and eradicate dissidents.

In the end, Fudge sincerely apologized and attributed all the mistakes to the unlucky guy, which won the hearts of the people.

Well - Fudge won three times. "

Dumbledore was amused by Zhang Xiao:
"Ha——, excellent imagination, but I have to admit that what you said is very likely to become a reality."

He sighed: "Your thinking is always so advanced, and your way of thinking is far more mature than the little wizard - but this is not a bad thing.

It's better to be mature than to be mature.

Here we are. "

Following the direction of Dumbledore's finger, Zhang Xiao looked over.

There's a red phone box against the wall - it looks pretty bad, tattered.

The mottled paint surface looks like it has been smashed, with pits and holes.

The glass was covered in cracks like spider webs, and it was impossible to see clearly what was inside.

Zhang Xiao felt that even without the protection of the magic spell, a slightly normal person would not have the idea to find out.

Dumbledore walked in with him, and said briskly:
"The Ministry of Magic is protected by many spells. Generally speaking, there are only three ways to get to the Ministry of Magic. The staff go to work.

The special Floo powder lane opened, and this guest lane.

If there are fewer people, it is recommended to use this guest channel. "

Zhang Xiao nodded: "Well, I thought you would choose a more direct method, Professor."

To be honest, he really thought that Dumbledore would just take him to Apparate.

Only I never thought that Dumbledore would choose such a phone booth that ordinary visitors would use.

Dumbledore picked up the microphone hanging crookedly, dialed the number "62442", and waited quietly.

A few seconds later, an indifferent woman's voice echoed in the phone booth.

The voice doesn't come from the microphone, but it's like someone is actually standing in front of you.

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

Dumbledore said calmly: "Albus Dumbledore, Xiao Zhang, have an appointment with Minister Connery Fudge."

"Thank you," said the indifferent female voice, "please take the badge and pin it to your chest."

Two square silver badges slid out of the coin slot, with their names and purpose written on them.

Zhang Xiao looked at the badge in his hand and pinned it on his chest curiously.

I don't know what Huaxia looks like, but it should be quite interesting.

The female voice was still saying: "Dear guest, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand.

The security checkpoint is located at the end of the main hall. "

Dumbledore said with 'regret': "When I came here before, they would add a bunch of stinky and long titles to me.

It's gone now. "

Just as Zhang Xiao was about to speak, the phone booth suddenly trembled, and then a sense of weightlessness came, and the whole phone booth sank toward the ground.

It took almost a minute before the phone booth stopped.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, I hope you have a nice day," the woman's voice finished.

The door of the phone booth opened by itself, and Dumbledore led Zhang Xiao outside.

The leather boots with silver saddle buckles made a crisp 'da da da' sound when they stepped on the floor.

It was the first time for Zhang Xiao to come to the Ministry of Magic. He looked at the surrounding environment with a curious gaze of seeing a rare scene.

The Ministry of Magic is different from the ones seen in the movies, or it is difficult for ordinary people to use their imagination to construct wizards' whimsical ideas.

They also couldn't comprehend the incredible things wizards could do with their wands.

It's a long, long corridor that ends in a magnificent hall.

The floor is covered with polished dark wooden floors.

The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board in the sky.

The walls were paneled with dark, glossy black wood, and many gilt fireplaces were built into the wood panels.Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard popped out of one of the fireplaces to the left.

And on the right, there are several people waiting in line at each fireplace to leave.

Dumbledore deliberately slowed down his pace, giving Zhang Xiao time to watch: "It's spectacular, isn't it? Zhang.

It took hundreds of years for wizards to build such a secret space underground, even with the help of goblins. "

Zhang Xiao nodded, still watching curiously.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain.

In the center of the fountain is the famous statue that appeared several times in the original book.

It is made of gold and is larger than a real person.

The tallest of them is a handsome wizard, holding his wand high, pointing to the sky.

Surrounding him are a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.

The centaurs, goblins, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration.Glittering jets of water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the tip of the goblin's hat, and from the house-elf's ears.

There was the sound of ding dong ding dong, splashing water, and the popping and popping sounds of apparition figures.

And the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of witches and wizards.With the lifeless expression typical of social animals, they strode toward the row of golden doors at the far end of the hall.

Zhang Xiao suddenly asked curiously: "Principal Dumbledore, how many wizards are there in the wizarding world in England?"

Dumbledore thought for a while: "There are probably more than 2 people."

More than 2?Just to put it bluntly, how can 3000 people support a Ministry of Magic with over [-] employees?

Shaking his head, he walked past the fountain in the center of the hall, only to find many silver Sickles and copper Knuts gleaming at the bottom of the pool.

A small, stained sign next to it read: All proceeds from the Fountain of the Magical Brothers go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

Isn't this a wishing well?It would be right to put a bastard statue here!
"Professor, will the money really go to St. Mungo's Hospital?"

Dumbledore took out a golden Galleon and threw it in casually:

"That's for sure.

In fact, there is a counter under the statue, and it will be cleared once it reaches a certain amount. Let me see. Oh, there are still dozens of galleons left. "

Zhang Xiao directly took out a large handful of Galleons from his Qiankun bag and threw them in. The golden Galleons collided in the air and made a crisp 'jingling' sound.

The therapists at St. Mungo's are really good. Let alone their skills, at least their attitude is qualified. Since they can guarantee to get St. Mungo's, then donate a little.

The sound of Gallon's collision immediately attracted the attention of many people. They raised their heads to look at the pool, and immediately found Dumbledore.

Many people stood there in astonishment, and then started talking in low voices. The exhaustion on their faces was swept away, replaced by excitement and speculation.

Some people in relevant departments have already thought of the order that was sent out in the minister's office just now.

With panic and haste, those orders summoned the Wizengamot urgently, and they were rushing about these things at the moment.

Dumbledore blinked narrowly at Zhang Xiao: "Perhaps in terms of wealth, you have already reached the pinnacle of wizards."

Sitting behind a table by the sink was a dirty-shaven wizard in peacock-blue robes.

Above his head is a sign that says "Security Check".

The "Daily Prophet" that was still in his hand before had been quietly stuffed into the drawer by him.

At this moment, the wizard was standing, looking at Dumbledore with trepidation.

Dumbledore walked over with Zhang Xiao, and said gently:
"Security checks still have to be done, Eric, I remember your beautiful silent spell during the graduation exam."

The wizard named Eric blushed with excitement, and he stammered:
"Professor, do you remember me? Even if I am so inconspicuous?"

Dumbledore nodded of course:
"Why can't you remember? Eric, I remember you saying that your dream was to be an Auror.

Use your wand to apprehend those villains. "

Eric became more and more excited. Dumbledore really remembered him, even his dreams!

But soon, he lowered his head, his voice became bitter, and said in a low voice:
"I'm sorry Professor, I didn't fulfill my dream."

There is nothing happier than a respected teacher remembering oneself, and nothing is more uncomfortable than a high-spirited teenager being wasted by life and standing in front of the teacher.

Dumbledore shook his head gently. At this moment, he was like a kind old man, looking at his students with a smile, and said gently:
"Eric, look up.

It is not our abilities that define who we are, but our choices.

The gates of the Aurors have never been closed to you. "

Eric pursed his lips, his eyes became lively again, and he nodded heavily:
"Professor, I see!"

He held up a long gold rod, as thin as a car antenna, and said with a smile:

"Before that, I still have to fulfill my duties, Professor Dumbledore, this way please!"

Dumbledore nodded approvingly: "With pleasure!"

Eric used it to sweep Dumbledore's chest and back from top to bottom

"Wand——" Eric slapped his head suddenly: "By the way, your wand is exempt from inspection."

Zhang Xiao clicked his lips lightly, he also wanted to see if Dumbledore would take out the Elder Wand.

In other words, he seemed to rarely see Dumbledore draw out his wand. Most of the time, the headmaster just waved his hand and got everything done.

Eric turned to Zhang Xiao: "It's your turn, Zhang."

Zhang Xiao raised his eyebrows, Eric said with a smile: "You are a big celebrity, like us."

He paused, and smiled sheepishly at Dumbledore.

"The Daily Prophet is our best mate for benched employees like us.

I will even read the newspaper a dozen times~”

As he spoke, he completed the safety inspection:
"Have to say, you did a great job, great job, we are all very happy for you!"

Eric put away the antenna, gave Zhang Xiao a thumbs up, and then said:
"Wand!"

Zhang Xiao flipped his wrist and popped out his lightning wooden wand from his sleeve.

Eric was stunned for a moment: "Cool! I've seen many Aurors hide their wands like this. Well, I've actually practiced it too, but it's just useless now."

He tossed his wand over a grotesque brass machine that looked like a scale.

The machine started to vibrate slightly.

"Generally you need to wait a while, don't worry about him"

Eric said with interest:
"Can I ask how you communicated with that dragon? It's a Norse spinyback!

And the principal's phoenix, fighting the basilisk!
oh my god"

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the brass balance.

The three of them turned their heads neatly, only to find that sparks of electricity had emanated from the magic wand, followed by an extremely angry buzzing.

Zhang Xiao's heart skipped a beat.

broken!I'm not a good-natured wand!

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1. Request monthly ticket 2. Recommended ticket

Wuhu, finally going to work again! ! !The weekend is finally over, let's see if I can make up for it this week!

ps: The monthly pass is still a little short, please ask for the monthly pass

(End of this chapter)