My Hogwarts Day

Britain, London, an interrogation room of the Ministry of Magic.

"His wand is with me now. After receiving the warning letter from the Ministry of Magic yesterday, Richard handed over his wand to me. As the first wizard of the Wizengamot, I can attest that the last one sent by his wand Charmed Thunderbolt." Dumbledore's voice came from behind.

The wizards of the Wizengamot who saw Dumbledore at the scene all nodded to him.

"Now it seems that it has been confirmed that it is indeed not a spell cast by Richard Harris. Now we will vote by show of hands"

"Raise your hand if you agree with the acquittal," Ms. Burns said in a booming voice.

Fudge raised his head, smiled at Richard, and raised his hands first. After seeing it, the ministers all refused to accept it, and they all raised their hands one after another.

Richard also looked around, he wanted to see if anyone didn't raise their hands, before he finished reading.

Ms. Burns immediately said: "Please raise your hand if you agree with the establishment of the crime."

No one raised their hand.

Fudge nodded in satisfaction, "Very well, now I announce that the accusation is not established."

"By the way, Burns made a note of Harris Farm. They have a house elf there. Don't make any mistakes when there are any magic fluctuations in the future."

Ms. Burns nodded to indicate that she had written it down.

Richard saw that the wizards around him stood up one after another, and they were about to leave.

"Everyone, wait a moment." Fudge stood up suddenly and said, at this time everyone present turned their attention to Fudge.

And Fudge seemed to enjoy this kind of attention very much, and tidied up his collar, and then said slowly.

"Since everyone is here, let's directly award Mr. Harris' 800th Order of Merlin, Second Class. Look, Mr. Harris.

Of course Richard agreed to this, otherwise it would be too much trouble to come again, one visit to the Ministry of Magic is enough, too much is meaningless.

Seeing that Richard agreed to his proposal, Fudge was even happier, at least he thought it was a sign of being close to him.

"Albus, you are the headmaster of Hogwarts and the head wizard of the Wizengamot, what do you think?"

Dumbledore knew Richard's character, he definitely didn't want to trouble him again, what would happen if he didn't come next time, so although it was in line with the rules, he still agreed.

Seeing that Dumbledore also agreed to his suggestion, Fudge instantly felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

"Umbridge, come on, let them set up the venue, we're going to award our little heroes medals."

Seeing that his master was in such a hurry, Umbridge, who was a dog's leg, immediately trotted all the way to the outside, and was about to greet his subordinates when he heard his master's voice again.

"And don't forget to call the reporter from the Daily Prophet."

After finishing speaking, Fudge ignored Umbridge and said to Dumbledore and Richard.

"It should take a while, do you want to go to my office for a while?"

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, it seemed that he really had something to look for Fudge, and Richard thought about it and let it go, these tricksters are dirty and they can't let them stain him.

"Well, you can go around, if anyone asks you, you tell them I sent you." Fudge knew that Dumbledore must have something to ask for himself, and (cafa) didn't want Richard to know, but fortunately he let him Went for a stroll.

After Richard came out of the interrogation room, he wandered around in the corridor. When Richard was only looking at the office, he suddenly bumped into a wizard.

"I'm sorry I didn't knock you over, Richard?"

"Mr. Weasley? Do you work here too?"

"Yes, I work in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division of the Ministry of Magic, and I'm on this floor."

"By the way, why did you come to the Ministry of Magic?"

Richard told Mr Weasley all about being warned by the Ministry of Magic for house-elves using magic.

"Then you have nothing to do now." Hearing that Richard was warned by the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Weasley asked quickly.

"There is nothing wrong now, it has been declared a detection error."

"That's good, then why are you still here now?"

"They said they would award me a second-class medal, and let me wait here."

Hearing Richard's words, Mr. Weasley didn't know what to say anymore. The Order of Merlin, Second Class Medal, is not something ordinary wizards can get.

"You have nothing to do now, do you want to go and see where I am?"

Hearing Mr. Weasley's words, Richard was also interested, and quickly agreed.

"Then go this way, my office is on the other side of this floor."

Mr. Weasley accepted the zoning of this floor to Richard as he walked.

"This level is the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Contains the Misuse of Magic Department, Auror Command and the Wizengamot Governing Body."

"By the way, you see these windows, they are all enchanted."

Richard nodded, and then told Mr. Weasley that Dumbledore had told himself.

"Then Principal Dumbledore must not know that last time we had a hurricane for two months, it was because they wanted to raise wages. Here it is, almost here.

They turned a corner, passed through two heavy oak doors, and entered a chaotic, noisy open area divided into cubicles, full of conversation and laughter.

Messaging notes flew in and out of the cubicles like miniature rockets. A sign hung crookedly on the nearest cubicle: AUROR COMMAND.

Aurors plastered the walls of their cubicles with everything from portraits of wanted wizards, to pictures of their families, to posters of their favorite Quidditch teams, and the Daily Prophet The articles cut from the Internet are really varied and all-encompassing. A man in a purple robe, with a ponytail in the back of his head longer than Bill's, was dictating a report into his quill with his boots up on the desk.

Do go forward a little, go through the second oak door, go into another passage, then turn left, come to another corridor, turn right again, enter a dimly lit and dilapidated corridor , and finally came to the end of the corridor, and could no longer go forward.

A door to the left was slightly ajar, revealing a broom closet, and on the side door was a faded brass sign: Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division.

Mr. Weasley's office is dark and shabby, and seems to be slightly smaller than a broom closet. Two desks were crammed inside, and there was a row of overflowing filing cabinets along the wall, with precarious packages of papers piled on top of the cabinets, and there was little room to move around the desks. Judging from the little usable space on the wall, it can be seen that Mr. Weasley has a soft spot, a few car advertisements, one of which shows a disassembled engine, two illustrations of letter boxes, see He had cut it out of a Muggle children's book, along with a diagram of how to install the socket.

Mr. Weasley's in-basket was full, and at the top was an elderly toast, belching sullenly, and two empty leather gloves, twiddling his thumbs.

Next to the in-basket is a family photo of the Weasleys.

"There's no windows here," said Mr. Weasley apologetically, taking off his bomber jacket and throwing it over the back of a chair. After what happened, I haven't thanked you properly yet."

Just then, a note whized through the open door and slowly landed on the head of the hiccupping toast.

Mr. Weasley opened the note and read it aloud.

"A fourth reported case of a Muggle sighting someone flying on a broomstick in the Burlington Arcade, hurry up and investigate. This is hell."

"Have wizards been seen flying?" Richard asked

"It should be, but I don't know if it was an unintentional or conscious exposure. If it was conscious, it would be troublesome."

"Would that make the Aurors go after them?"

"Oh, there is no need for the Aurors to be dispatched at this stage. Let the ordinary magic law enforcement reconnaissance team be able to deal with it first. If it is found out that it is intentionally exposed, then the Aurors must be dispatched.

"By the way, Mr. Weasley, have you found Lucius' tell?" Richard asked suddenly.

Hearing Richard's words, Weasley was taken aback for a moment, then walked to the door, checked left and right, and closed the door.

"You know, Lucius Malfoy has some allies in the Ministry, so we all try not to talk about him in the Ministry.

"As for the Malfoy family, you also know that they are well hidden. Although we know that there must be black magic items in his house, we did a surprise inspection twice, but we couldn't find them. Later, Minister Fudge didn't allow us to check Malfoy at will. Fu Manor."

No, Richard carefully recalled the content of the original book. He remembered that when Harry and Ronald transformed into Goyle and Braque, it should be the place where Draco Malfoy blew himself up in his secret room. Why isn’t it here?

"By the way, why did you suddenly mention Lucius." Weasley asked curiously.

"It suddenly occurred to me that the diary should belong to the Malfoy family, so I wanted to ask you.

"That's right, that's what I thought too, but there is no way, we have no evidence."

Just as Mr. Weasley was sighing, there was a sudden knock on the door, and then the door was pushed open.

"Ha, I guess you should be here, come on, they have arranged the venue, it's time for you to appear."

Dumbledore's figure appeared outside Weasley's office. .