Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

"Ah, Mafalda!"

Umbridge looked at Hermione and said, "Travers asked you to come?"

"Yes-yes," Hermione whispered.

"Okay, you will do it well."

Umbridge turned to a wizard wearing a black robe with gold and said: "This will solve the problem, Minister, if the horse Falda can take notes, and we can start now."

She looked at the clipboard: "There are ten people today, and one of them is the wife of an employee of Ministry of Magic!

Gee, tut... right here, inside the Ministry of Magic!"

She walked into the elevator and stood next to Hermione. Two other wizards who listened to the conversation between Umbridge and the minister also followed.

"Let’s go straight down, Mafalda, everything you need to use is available in the courtroom.

Good morning, Albert, won’t you go out?"

"Go out, of course."

Harry said in Runcorn's deep voice.

Harry walked out of the elevator.

The golden fence door slammed shut behind them.

He turned his head and saw Hermione's anxious face descended again, and a tall wizard with Umbridge's velvet bow was all over Hermione's shoulder.

"What are you doing here, Runcorn?"

The new Ministry of Magic asked, his long black hair and beard with wisps of silver in his brain, The shadow of the door covered his twinkling eyes, making Harry think of a crab looking out from under the rock.

"Looking for it," Harry hesitated for a few minutes: "I want to talk to Arthur Weasley.

Someone said he was on the first floor."

"Ah,"

Pierce Hinknes said: "Did anyone run into him talking to a bad guy?"

"No," Harry said with a dry throat: "No, no Yes."

"Ah...huh, it's just a matter of time,"

Synknis muttered, "Let me say that the traitor of pure bloodline is as bad as mudblood.

Goodbye, Runcorn."

"Goodbye, Minister."

Harry watched Hinkennis walk far in the thick carpeted aisle.

As soon as the minister disappeared, Harry took out the Invisibility Cloak from under the heavy black robe, put it on his body, and walked in the opposite direction.

Luncorn was so tall that Harry had to bend down to make sure his big feet wouldn't show.

Fear hit his heart for a while, he passed through bright wooden doors one after another, and each door had a small sign with the name and position of the person in the house written on it.

Ministry of Magic's majesty, complexity and profound mystery seemed to stifle him, making the action plan carefully planned by him, Ron and Hermione for four weeks looked like a ridiculous child's play.

They put all their minds on how to mix in, but they never thought about what to do if they were forced to separate.

Now Hermione is stuck in the courtroom, it will undoubtedly take a few hours;

Ron is trying hard to try Harry knows is beyond his ability to magic, and a woman’s freedom is possible It depends on his performance;

Harry is still wandering on the top floor, knowing that the person he is looking for has just taken the elevator down.

He stopped and leaned against the wall, trying to make up his mind about what to do.

The silence oppresses him: there is no busyness, speech, and hurried footsteps. Absolute silence in the aisle covered with purple carpets is like a Muffliato curse.

Her office must be here, Harry thought.

The probability of Umbridge hiding the jewelry in the office does not seem to be great, but it seems stupid not to search for it to be sure.

So he walked down the aisle again, and only saw a frowned wizard on the road saying something to a quick mutter incantations, the pen hanging on the roll of parchment in front of him quickly Writing.

Harry began to pay attention to the name on the door, and after walking around a corner for a while, the passage opened into a spacious area.

A dozen male witch teachers are sitting in front of rows of small tables. Those desks are similar to school desks, except that they are much smoother and have no traces of scribbling.

Harry couldn't help but stop and watch, because the scene had a hypnotic effect.

Those wizards are waving and turning wand in unison, and many square colored papers are floating in the air like little pink kites.

A few seconds later, Harry realized that this was a rhythmic procedure, and the gathering and scattering of colored paper was also regular.

After a few more seconds, he realized that he was watching the booklet making process. Those square papers were pages of content. They were gathered and folded, and after being fastened with magic, they were neatly stacked on each wizard. Around.

Harry approached lightly. In fact, the wizards were so attentive in their work that he suspected that they would not notice his weakened footsteps due to the carpet.

He stole a bound booklet from a young witch and took it to the Invisibility Cloak.

Pink’s cover is printed with a striking golden title:

mudblood

Threat to a peaceful and pure bloodline society

Draw below A red rose was held tightly by a green grass with fangs and a ferocious look, with a smirking face in the center of the petals.

There is no signature on the booklet, but the scar on the back of Harry's right hand tingles again.

At this time, the witch beside him confirmed his suspicion. While waving and turning the wand, she said: "Then Old Witch will be there to interrogate mudblood all day? Does anyone know? "

"Be careful."

The wizard next to her looked around nervously and said, a piece of his paper slipped to the ground.

"Why, not only does she have a magic eye, but now she has magic ears again?"

The witch glanced at the shiny redwood door opposite the booklet makers .

Harry looked over there too, and a wave of anger rose in his chest like a poisonous snake.

In the place where the Muggle door is mounted, there is a big round eyeball and a bright blue iris embedded in the redwood. Anyone who knows Alastor Moody is familiar to horrible to see.

At that moment, Harry forgot where he was, what he was going to do, and even forgot that he was invisible.

He strode to the door and looked at that eye. It stopped turning, just staring up at the top sluggishly. The following sign reads:

Dolores · Umbridge

Ministry of Magic high level Vice-section Head

There is also a brighter new sign below:

Muggle's birth registration committee director

Harry looked back at the dozen or so booklet wizards. Although they were all busy working, if the door of an empty office was Open in front of them, it is hard to imagine that no one will notice.

So, he took out a grotesquely shaped thing from the inside pocket of his clothes.

It has swinging legs, and its body is a spherical rubber horn.

Harry knelt down in the Invisibility Cloak and dropped the decoy bomb on the floor.

The decoy bomb immediately moved and swiftly passed between the shins of the wizards.

Harry put his hand on the doorknob High Level, and after a short while, he heard a loud noise, and a lot of black smoke gushing out from a corner.

The young witch in the front row screamed, and pink pages were flying everywhere. She and her companions all jumped up, looking for the source of confusion.

Harry took the opportunity to turn the doorknob, stepped into Umbridge's office, and closed the door behind him.

He feels like going back in time. This room is exactly the same as Umbridge’s office in Hogwarts: lace curtains, decorative cloth cushions and dried flowers cover every surface that can be decorated, and the walls are still flowers. The pattern on the plate is a big cat wearing a bow tie and brightly colored.

The table is covered with a tablecloth decorated with ruffles and flowers.

Mad-eye Han’s eyeball is attached with a telescope-like device, allowing Umbridge to monitor employees outside the door.

Harry leaned forward and took a look. Seeing that they were still surrounded by the decoy bomb, he tore the telescope from the door, leaving a hole in the door.

He removed the magic eye and put it in his pocket, then turned to face the room, raised wand and whispered: "locket Accio."

There was no movement, but he didn't expect it. Yes, Umbridge is undoubtedly very proficient in protective spells.

He hurriedly walked to the desk and opened the drawers one by one, and saw quill, notebooks and correction tape;

The magic paperclip hovered from the drawer like a snake. He had to fight them back when they came out;

There was also a small elegant lace box filled with bows and hairpins; there was no locket.

There is a filing cabinet behind the desk, and Harry went to search for it.

It's like the filing cabinets of Filch, the Hogwarts manager, full of folders, each with a name posted on it.

Harry searched all the way to the bottom drawer, only to see something distracting him: Mr. Weasley's file.

He pulled it out and opened it.

Arthur · Weasley

bloodline: pure bloodline, but has an intolerable pro-muggle tendency.

The known members of Order of the Phoenix.

Family: wife (pure bloodline), seven children, the youngest two are still in Hogwarts.

Note: The youngest son is currently seriously ill at home, which has been confirmed by the Ministry of Magic inspector.

Security status: tracking.

All actions are monitored.

The number one bad guy is likely to contact him (had lived in the Weasley Family.)

"The number one bad guy."

Harry whispered softly and put Mr. Weasley's file was put back, and the drawer closed.

He knew who he was referring to. Sure enough, when he straightened up and searched for any hiding places in the house, he saw a large portrait of himself on the wall with the number one bad guy on his chest. A few big characters.

A pink note with a kitten on the corner was also posted on the painting.

Harry walked over and found that Umbridge had written the words "will be punished" on it.

He was even more angry, groping in the vase and basket of dried flowers, but he didn't touch the locket, he was not surprised.

He glanced at the office one last time, and suddenly his heart stopped beating: On the bookshelf beside the table, Dumbledore was looking at him from a rectangular Small Mirror.

Harry rushed to grab it, but as soon as he touched it, he realized that it was not a mirror. Dumbledore was smiling pensively on the shiny cover of a book.

Harry did not notice the green squiggles on his hat for a moment: Albus · Dumbledore's life and lies, nor did he see the smaller words on his chest: Rita Skeeter, best seller "Amando Dupete: Master or Idiot? "author.

Harry opened the book casually, and saw a page of photos of two teenage boys, who put their shoulders on each other and laughed impudent.

Dumbledore's hair is as long as his elbow, and he has a faint moustache, which reminds him of the thin beards on Krum's chin that make Ron so annoying.

The boy who laughed silently beside Dumbledore gave a happy and wild feeling, with golden curls hanging down to his shoulders.

Harry wondered if he was Dorje when he was young, but before he had time to read the instructions, the office door opened.

Hard didn't have time to put on the Invisibility Cloak if it hadn't been for Hinkennis to turn his head and look outside when he came in.

However, he thought Sinknis might still catch a glimpse of movement, because he stood motionless for a while, staring in surprise at the place where Harry had just disappeared, and perhaps concluded that Dumbledore was on the cover just now. He scratched his nose (Harry hastily put the book back on the shelf).

Sinkenis finally walked to the table and pointed the quill in the ink bottle with wand. It immediately jumped out and began to write a note to Umbridge.

Harry held his breath, slowly exited the office, and returned to the spacious area.

The wizards who make booklets are still surrounded by the wreckage of the decoy bomb.

It was smoking and still screaming wu wu faintly. Harry walked quickly into the aisle and heard the young witch say: "I guess it was from the experimental spells committee. They are so careless. , Remember that poisoned duck?"

Harry hurriedly walked towards the elevator, considering his options.

Originally, Locket’s probability in the Ministry of Magic was not great, but Umbridge was sitting in a court full of people, and there would be no hope of finding Locket’s whereabouts from her with magic.

The immediate priority now is to withdraw from the Ministry of Magic before exposure and try again another day.

First you must find Ron, and then work together to figure out a way to get Hermione out of the court.

The elevator is coming and there is no one inside.

Harry jumped in and tore off the Invisibility Cloak as he began to descend.

Fortunately for him, when the elevator creaked to a halt in the second layer, he was soaked and Ron stepped in with straight eyes.

"Morning—good morning."

He stammered, and the elevator started again.

"Ron, it's me, Harry!"

"Harry! My goodness, I forgot what you look like-why is Hermione not?"

"She and Umbridge went downstairs to the courtroom. They couldn't refuse, and—"

But before Harry finished speaking, the elevator stopped again.

As soon as the door opened, Mr. Weasley walked in, while still talking to an old witch, her light yellow bun was as tall as an anthill.

"...I understand what you said, Wakanda, but I'm afraid I can't participate—"

Mr. Weasley stopped suddenly because he saw Harry.

Mr. Weasley stared at him in disgust, it was a very strange feeling.

The elevator door closed, and the four people descended again snoringly.

"Oh, hello, Reggie," Mr. Weasley heard the dripping sound of Ron's robe and turned around and said, "Isn't your wife going to court today?

Huh ——What's the matter with you? You are so wet?"

"It's raining in Yaxley's office,"

Ron said to Mr. Weasley's shoulder, Harry wanted him to be sure I was afraid that if his eyes met, father would recognize him: "I can't stop, they told me to find Bernie—Pearsworth, I think they say—"

"Yes , It’s raining in many offices recently," Mr. Weasley said, "Have you tried Meterolojinx Recanto? Blake has used it very well."

"Meterolojinx Recanto?" Ron whispered, " Never tried, thank you, old—I mean, thank you, Arthur."

The door opened, and the old witch walked out of the elevator against the anthill. Ron rushed past her and ran away, Harry. Trying to follow him, but was blocked, Percy Weasley stepped into the elevator, his nose almost buried in the document he was reading.

When the door slammed shut, Percy realized that he was in the same elevator as Father.

He raised his eyes and saw Mr. Weasley, his face turned into a carrot, and he went out as soon as the elevator door opened.

Harry wanted to go down again, but this time he was blocked by Mr. Weasley's arm.

"Wait a minute, Runcorn."

The elevator door closed and Ding Ding Dangdang went down one floor again. Mr. Weasley said: "I heard you exposed Dirk Cresway."

Harry felt that Mr. Weasley's anger was increasing because of encountering Percy. He decided that the safest way was to play stupid.

"What did you say?"

"Don't pretend, Runcorn," Mr. Weasley said angrily: "You hunted down the wizard that faked the family tree, didn't you? "

"I—what about it?"

"How about?

Dirk Cresway is ten times better than you as a wizard !" Mr. Weasley whispered, and the elevator was still going down: "If he can get out of Azkaban, he will find you to settle the bill, let alone his wife, children and friends—"

"Arthur ," Harry interrupted him: "Do you know that you are being followed?"

"Is this a threat? Runcorn?"

"No," Harry Said: "This is the truth! They are monitoring your every action--"

The elevator door opened and they have arrived in the lobby.

Mr. Weasley gave Harry a stern look and walked away.

Harry stood there, hoping that he was not pretending to be Runcorn...The elevator door slammed shut.

Harry took out the Invisibility Cloak and put it on again. Ron was still dealing with the raining office. He had to find a way to rescue Hermione by himself.

After the elevator door opened, he stepped into a stone corridor lit with a torch, which was completely different from the aisle lined with wood panels on the upper floor with a carpet.

The elevator squashed away, and Harry shivered slightly, looking at the black door marking the entrance to the Department of Mysteries in the distance.

He walked forward, the target was not the black door, but the doorway on the left in his memory.

There is a flight of stairs down to the court.

When he quietly went downstairs, he imagined various possibilities in his mind: he still has two decoy bombs, but maybe it is better to knock on the door and go in as Runcorn and ask to speak to Mafalda Sentence?

Of course, he doesn’t know if Runcorn has such great power. Even if it is possible, Hermione’s refusal to return may cause a search, and they have not had time to evacuate the Ministry of Magic...

Thinking about what was going on, he didn't immediately feel an unusual chill coming quietly, as if falling into the fog, each step was even colder by 1 point.

The cold air poured into his throat, and his heart and lungs were icy. He felt that despair and helplessness invaded his heart and spread to his whole body...

dementor.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I turned to the right, and there was a terrifying scene in front of me.

The dark corridor outside the courthouse was full of tall black figures wearing hoods. Their faces were completely covered, and the harsh breathing was the only sound there.

The wizards from muggle who came to court were squeezed in fear and shiver coldly on the hardwood bench outside. They looked strange and uncomfortable.

Because many people cover their faces with their hands, perhaps they instinctively want to block the greedy mouth of dementor. This situation looks a bit miserable, at least in his eyes, it is a bit uncomfortable.

Those people crowded together, some were accompanied by family members, and others sat alone.

The dementor floated in front of them, the chill, the helplessness and despair were like a curse to Harry...

Resistance, he said to himself, but he Knowing that if Patronus is summoned here, he will definitely expose himself immediately.

So he walked forward as quietly as possible. With each step, the numbness in his mind increased by 1 point, but he forced himself to think about Hermione and Ron, they needed him.

Walking among the tall black shadows is extremely terrifying: when he walked by, faces without eyes turned around under the hood, and he was sure that they could feel him, maybe they could feel a There is still some hope, some vitality in the human body...

Suddenly, in the freezing silence, the door of a courtroom on the left side of the aisle opened, and there was an echoing shout.