Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

This is the British Ministry of Magic, and Ivan is here for the first time.

Dumbledore and Sirius have not come yet, and from time to time there is a green flame in the golden fireplace, where he is crowded with people drilling from the fireplace.

All of them were staff of the Ministry of Magic, and they had on their faces the characteristic death face of the morning, walking meteorically towards a row of golden doors across the hall.

Ivan noticed that some of them were carrying a pile of crumbling parchment paper in their arms, some were carrying shattered briefcases, and others were reading newspapers to learn about what had happened in the magic world yesterday.

Most, but not all, of the newspapers are The Daily Prophet, and Evan is pleased to find that many people actually have Hogwarts Magic in their hands.

The newspaper, created by Ivan under the auspices of Professor Lupin, has recently gained momentum, with hidden circulation competing with the Daily Prophet.

With the help of Nearly Headless Nick, they have their own unique source. If Evan could publish last night's Dark Mark in the Forbidden Woods, it's estimated that the Wizards now have all the Hogwarts Magic in their hands.

This is an absolutely remarkable achievement that will exceed everyone's imagination.

No one has challenged the dominance of The Prophet's Daily for centuries, the largest magazine in the world of magic.

In front, in the middle of the wide hall is a fountain.

A group of pure gold statues were erected in a circular pool, bigger than real people.

The tallest of them is a noble man with a wand, pointing straight at the sky.

Around him is a beautiful witch, a horseman, a fairy, and a family breeding elf. The witch snuggles beside the male witch, and the horseman, the fairy, and the family breeding elf look up at the two witches indefinitely.

A brilliant water column sprays from the top of the wizard's wand, from the horseman's arrow, from the fairy's hat tip, from the two ears of the elf at home.

In four places is the sound of ding-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong

Evan felt his eyes were not enough, and as he flowed to the central fountain, he saw a lot of shining silver and copper nuts beneath the pool.

A small, stained sign next to it says that all proceeds from the Magical Brothers Fountain are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

This set of statues, though realistic, is absolutely untrue.

According to Ivan's knowledge of horses and fairies, they will never look so admirably at human wizards unless they have been struck by a soul-snatching spell or their heads have been severely smashed. As for the elves, they often bury their heads beneath their feet.

Just as Evan was excited to gauge the statues, a lazy man's voice rang behind him, "Little man, where are you from? ”

A wizard, dressed in a peacock blue robe with a very unclean beard, came towards Ivan.

Behind him was a wooden table with a sign saying "security check”.

“I came to the Ministry of Magic to do something.” Ivan replied briefly.

He wasn't sure if he was going to say the names of Dumbledore, Sirius or Fuji. If he told the other party the truth, he was looking for permission from the Minister of Magic to enter Azkaban, the witch prison, would the other party think he was crazy?!

“Got something to do?!” The guard wizard closed his eyes and said skeptically, "A little wizard your age is not allowed to come here without an adult. Do you have a wand? Show me! ”

This guy is so annoying, Ivan even tried to pull out a wand and put a soul curse on him.

Then he remembered that he was temporarily unable to use this profound magic.

But a small petrochemical spell, he can still do it.

“Evan, what are you doing here?” At this point, Mr. Weasley, dressed in a ruined wizard's robe, suddenly appeared not far away.

He looked at Ivan in surprise and waved at the guard with suspicion beside him, "Wait, Eric! This kid I know, he's a friend of my son's. ”

“Arthur, do you know him?!” The guard wizard vented like a balloon, recovering from what had not been angry before, "Okay...”

“Good morning, Mr. Weasley!” Ivan explained, "I came with Dumbledore and Sirius. I first came from the flying network, and they were right behind me. ”

“What happened with them, Hogwarts? ”

Ivan hasn't answered yet, and a sudden riot broke out across the golden hall.

Dumbledore and Sirius, who had just walked out of the fireplace, were recognized almost instantly.

Many of the wizards screamed and poured there, and the hall was in chaos.

Both of them are great celebrities of the magic world and have many admirers.

Dumbledore, widely regarded as the number one wizard in magic, has been in Hogwarts in recent years, with few public appearances, and it is difficult for adult wizards to have access to him.

Little Sirius, not to mention since he washed his grievances, has taken on the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts from Lightning, without any contact with the outside world.

Previously, the truth about his escape and what happened 20 years ago had been fired by public opinion and had not yet broken up.

Sirius is full of curiosity, hoping to see him with his own eyes, get a little crazier, even ask him to sign it.

“Looks like they'll be here in a minute. Let's not just stand here and wait.” Mr. Weasley dragged Ivan to the guard.

“Erik, we're going in, and you're going to do an examination for Ivan. ”

This wizard, Eric, answered distractedly, not at all as vigilant as when he interrogated Ivan, his eyes constantly looking in the hall. Looks like he wants to take a look at Dumbledore and Sirius.

“Come here!” He muttered.

Erik lifted a long gold rod, as thin as a car's antenna, very tough, and he swept it from top to bottom on Ivan's front chest back.

“All right, wand!” He put down that golden thing and reached out.

The outsiders wanted to enter the Ministry of Magic, which was a security check that had to be carried out, and no one could make an exception, and Ivan handed over the wand.

He threw it on a weird-looking, single-disc brass machine.

The machine began to vibrate slightly, and a narrow parchment spewed out of a mouth at the bottom.

Eric ripped the paper off and read the words on it.

“Fourteen-and-a-half inches, vine wood, for two years, the cane core was..." Erik stopped and frowned at the note in his hand.

“Is there a problem?” Mr. Weasley asked.

“No, you go inside!” Eric gave Evan the wand back.

He patted the machine there, whispering, "Damn, this thing must be broken, the detected wand core is an unknown substance. ”