Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Yes, I remember this place!” Mr. Weasley was pleased to say that he pointed to the dilapidated red telephone booth.

The phone booth seems to have been created decades ago and abandoned here.

Several pieces of glass disappeared from the top, followed closely by a shattered wall painted.

“This is much worse than what I imagined in the Ministry of Magic...”

“It's not easy to find such a large space in downtown London, and it's just an entrance.” Mr. Weasley was delighted to say that he opened the phone booth door, "Okay, boys, you go in first! ”

Ivan, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George all squeezed in, and now there's no room at all. Everyone squeezed together, and the broken phone booth squeaked and could collapse at any moment.

“You stepped on me, Fred!” Ron shouted loudly.

“Not me, George!” Fred responded.

“No, I can't move. Can any of you back off!” George followed.

As Mr. Weasley followed him in, he shut the door, and they were squeezed into small spaces like cans.

Ivan was squeezed onto a telephone device, Hermione in front of him and Harry behind him.

Her back leaned against the wall, her front body firmly attached to Ivan's body, and her movements were extremely obscure.

Anyone pushes Ivan in the back, he hits Hermione forward.

Seeing Hermione, he hurriedly lifted his waist and was quickly hit again...

At the end of the day, Ivan simply wrapped her around her arms so that the impact would be smaller.

As for the phone, it hung from the wall skewedly, and it seemed that there was a guy who was trying to rip it off by force.

If there were any Muggles passing by, they'd be surprised to see the scene and think some of them were crazy.

“Excuse me, give me the microphone!” Mr. Weasley said.

“Mr. Weasley, I think this phone may be broken, too.” Harry said he took the microphone from Evan.

“No, no, I'm sure it's not bad.” Mr. Weasley said, raising the microphone over his head, looking at the dial plate, and the other hand stretched out, “Oh, no, I can't reach it, Evan, you dial 62442 for me. ”

Hermione tried to give him some space backwards, and Ivan raised his head and dialed the number.

When the dial swiftly turned back into place, a woman's indifferent voice came into the booth, not from the microphone held by Mr. Weasley, which was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman were standing beside them and talking to them.

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

“Hmm..." Mr. Weasley said, apparently not sure if he should be talking to the microphone. Finally, he made a concession and put the delivery note on his ear, shouting out loud, "Arthur Weasley, Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Goods, accompanied Ivan Mason and Harry Potter, who were asked by the ministry to come for questioning and trial. In addition, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley and George Weasley were accompanied to watch their trials. ”

“Thank you!” the indifferent voice of the woman said, "Guest, please pick up your badge, not in front of your clothes. ”

Ding Yi, La La La La La, the seven badges slipped out of the metal slack that should be used to exit the coin.

Evan picked it up and handed it to Harry, leaving his own and Hermione's badge, and he saw that one as a square silver badge, which says: Evan Mason, on trial, Hermione's sign is a tour.

They put the badge away in front of the T-shirt and looked around with anticipation, and the woman's voice rang again.

“Guests of the Ministry of Magic, you will need to be examined at the checkpoint and register your wand, which is located at the end of the main hall. ”

Her voice had just fallen and the floor of the telephone booth suddenly trembled.

With a shout of surprise, they slowly sank into the earth.

Hermione subconsciously hugged Ivan so hard that she was already hugged by Ivan, the two sticking together, and now the bond is tighter.

Evan has never felt hermione and hermione together, as if they were both in a tight suit.

Just like the other night, when he entered Hermione's pajamas, he can now clearly feel her heartbeat.

He looked out the window of the telephone booth and the higher the sidewalk, the darker they ended up on top of their heads.

Moments later, nothing could be seen but the monotonous, stinging friction of the telephone booth when it fell underground.

No one spoke, everyone held their breath and even Mr. Weasley was a little nervous.

After about a minute, it actually feels much longer, with a fine golden light on their feet.

The golden light then widens and expands onto the body, eventually directly into their faces.

“The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day.” The woman's voice said.

The telephone booth door opened violently, and several people fell and crashed out of it.

“Wow!” A few people looked around and were surprised that they couldn't even close their mouths!

This is even more shocking than just seeing the bustling scene of downtown Muggle London.

Even though Ivan came here more than once a year ago, he couldn't help but look around curiously.

So did Fred and George, who only followed Mr. Weasley to the Ministry of Magic when he was a kid and hadn't been here in years. Harry, Ron and Hermione came for the first time, although they heard a lot of descriptions, they didn't have the intuition to see for themselves.

At this moment, a pedestrian stands at the end of a long golden and glorious hall.

The floor is brilliantly polished dark wood with glittering golden symbols on the peacock blue ceiling, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board at height.

Evan used to watch the crowd, but now recognizes that the ceiling uses a lot of knowledge in alchemy and magic arrays.

Those seemingly messy golden symbols converge into a spell symbol, many in Nicole? None of the research notes Le May gave him were recorded.

Inside the hall, the walls on all sides are lined with dark, oily wooden panels, and many gold-plated fireplaces are embedded in wooden panels.

Every few seconds a wizard suddenly emerges from a fireplace on the left as the pounding softened.

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

In the middle of the hall is a fountain with a set of pure gold statues 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 elf.

Horsemen, fairies, and home breeders looked up at the two wizards indefinitely, and a shining water column sprayed from the top of the wizard's wand, from the horseman's arrow, from the fairy's hat tip, and from the two ears of the home breeder.

There is the sound of Ding Dong Ding Dong Dong, the noise of the water, the sound of the shadow of the phantom shape-shift, the sound of the bang.

Hundreds of wizards, both male and female, were also cluttered in their footsteps as they walked meteorically towards a row of golden gates across the hall.