Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

For people who are new to the structure of the Ministry of Magic, it may be a bit difficult to understand in a moment.As the "face" of the Ministry of Magic, the atrium is located on the eighth floor, and the entire Ministry of Magic seems to have a total of ten floors.

But if the entire basement layer to the eighth floor were "pulled out" from the ground, it would not be much different from the layered concept of Muggle architecture.

After gradually adjusting to the brightness of the surroundings, Harry found himself standing in the middle of a wide and winding passage.

Although the passage is actually very spacious, it becomes crowded with more people.

On both sides of this arched passage made of unknown black bricks, countless gilded fireplaces are neatly arranged, extending forward and backward.

Every few seconds, with a soft "poof", a bright green flame banged up, and a wizard suddenly walked out of a fireplace on the left.

On the right, someone seemed to get inside every moment, sprinkling Floo powder and leave.

In such a busy scene, Harry intuitively felt that the Ministry of Magic really deserved to be the central institution governing a country's magical world.

"...No wonder Maca would say so sure that'Voldemort can't fully penetrate the Ministry of Magic'." He looked at the crowd around him and he was relieved in his heart.

Walking on the dark wood floor that was polished to see the light, there is a dome made of black bricks above your head, with glittering golden symbols inlaid on it.

Those symbols are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

If you go further, you will soon see a circular fountain with a group of huge pure gold statues erected in the middle of the pool.

The tallest among them is a noble wizard, who holds his wand high, with the tip of his wand pointed at the sky; around him are a beautiful witch, a horseman, a fairy and a house elf.

The horseman, the fairy and the house elves all looked up at the two wizards with an expression of infinite worship. From the tip of the wizard’s wand, from the arrow of the horseman’s bow and arrow, from the tip of the fairy’s hat, from The house elves ejected from both ears.

Around here, the sound of splashing water, the blast of apparition, and the messy footsteps of hundreds of wizards and wizards blended together, and it sounded a little messy.

Many of those wizards are meticulously dressed, but their faces are full of lifelessness that is unique to the morning, and they strode toward the row of golden gates at the other end.

"This way," Mr. Weasley said.

They squeezed forward in the crowd of Ministry of Magic staff and various visitors. Some of them were holding piles of crumbling parchment in their arms, some carrying worn briefcases, and some carrying a copy. "Daily Prophet" read while walking.

When passing by the fountain, Harry saw many gleaming silver sikes and copper nats under the clear pool, and a small smudged sign next to it said: All the proceeds from the Magic Brothers fountain are donated to St. Mungo’s magic wound Sick hospital.

"If the review can pass...no, I came with a mission this time. After all, I am saving the Ministry of Magic... Probably?" Harry thought for a while, then changed his words, "If the mission is today If it can be completed successfully, I will put ten Jin Jialong in... Oh, no—"

"What are you thinking about, Harry?" Seeing Harry slow down as he watched the coins under the pool, Mr. Weasley reached out and patted his shoulder. "Although the money in this pool hasn't been moved for a long time. Yes, but you can't make their minds!"

"What?" Harry seemed to be in a trance and didn't hear Mr. Weasley's words clearly. "I'm wondering if I want to change to a greater desire, such as-save the world or something?"

"Go here, Harry."

Mr. Weasley said, leading Harry away from the most concentrated crowd and walked to the left.

At a table, there was a sign saying "Security Check", and underneath sat a wizard in a peacock blue robe with a very shaved beard.

When Harry and the others approached, he raised his head and put down the newspaper in his hand.

"I brought a guest." Mr. Weasley said, pointing at Harry.

"Come here," the wizard said in a listless tone.

Harry, who had just regained his senses from the magnificent atrium, was about to see the sign from his perspective. He thought it was a panic.

"Focus, focus!" Harry reminded himself secretly.

Taking advantage of the wizard's yawning effort, he gently shook his sleeves, and an extremely inconspicuous little thing immediately fell to his feet.

The next moment, the wizard lifted a slender and resilient golden long stick and swept it across Harry's chest and back from top to bottom.

"Wand."

The security wizard murmured at Harry, put down the golden thing, and reached out to him.

Harry was secretly relieved then, he immediately drew out his wand and handed it out.

The wizard just threw it on a weird-looking brass machine that looked like a single-plate balance, and the machine began to vibrate slightly.

Soon, a narrow piece of parchment quickly spit out from the opening at the bottom.

The wizard tore off the paper and read the words on it:

"Eleven inches, the core is a phoenix feather. It took four years... right?"

"Yes," Harry replied nervously.

"I'll keep this," the wizard said, poking the parchment paper on a small brass spike. "You take this back."

He put his wand into Harry's hand.

"Thank you."

Harry finally let go of his clenched teeth. He stomped his heel lightly as Maca said. After a pause for two seconds, he lifted his foot and planned to leave with Mr. Weasley.

"Wait a minute," the wizard said slowly.

what happened?Did he notice it?Obviously there is nothing wrong with it?

Harry regained his senses stiffly, and moved his shoulders a little unnaturally, because there was a hot sensation on his scalp and back.

There was a hint of surprise in the wizard's eyes, and he subconsciously looked up from the silver guest badge on Harry's chest and looked at his forehead.

"Thank you, Eric."

Mr. Weasley categorically dropped a word, then grabbed Harry by the shoulder and took him out of here back into the crowd.

The farther ahead, the more crowded, as if the crowds were all concentrated in one place, they were almost "pushed" through the gate by the crowd and into a smaller hall.

There are at least twenty elevators here, separated by golden fence doors carved with fine patterns.

Harry followed Mr. Weasley step by step and walked to the crowd in front of one of the elevators.

Beside them, there was a big shaggy wizard standing, holding a large cardboard box in his arms, and there was a harsh rubbing noise inside him from time to time.

"All right, Arthur?" the wizard said, nodding at Mr. Weasley.

"What's in your place, Bob?" Mr. Weasley asked curiously, looking at the cardboard box.

"Not sure yet." The wizard named Bob said solemnly, "We thought it was an ordinary chicken, but we didn't expect it to spew out fire! In my opinion, this seems to be a serious violation of " The decree prohibiting animal breeding experiments..."

With a creak, the elevator car descended in front of them.

When the golden fence door slid open gently, a large crowd of people rushed into the elevator. No one here cared whether some thrilling accidents would happen because of being overweight.

When Harry found himself out of breath, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic for the "little" crowd in the phone booth before.

Several wizards around looked at him curiously.

Harry looked down at his toes, and while avoiding eye contact with others, he was especially careful to make room for his legs so that he didn't even have time to take care of the messy bangs.

The fence door slammed shut, the elevator rose slowly, and the chain clashed.Soon after, the indifferent female voice Harry had heard in the phone booth rang again here.

"On the seventh floor, the Department of Magical Sports, including the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch Alliance, the official Gobstone Club and the Patent Office for Comic Products."

The elevator door opened, and Harry strenuously caught a glimpse of a chaotic corridor with various Quidditch posters stumbling on the wall.

A wizard holding a flying broom squeezed out laboriously and disappeared in the corridor.

The fence door closed again, and the elevator shook slightly and continued to rise. The female voice continued: "The sixth floor, the Magic Transportation Department, including the Floo Network Administration, the Flying Broom Management and Control Bureau, the Door Key Office, and the Phantom Visibility Testing Center."

The elevator door was opened again, and four or five wizards walked out.At the same time, several lavender paper airplanes swished into the elevator and circled slowly above the passengers' heads.

Harry also saw what appeared to be the "Ministry of Magic" stamp on the wing.

"That's a note used to pass messages between departments." Mr. Weasley told him in a low voice, "I used to use owls. It was incredibly messy—the desk was full of excrement."

As the elevator continued to rise, a group of people would go out every time it stopped on the first floor, and there were fewer and fewer paper airplane notes. At the Magic Accidents and Disasters Department on the third floor, almost everyone went out.

Only Mr. Weasley, Harry and another witch were left in the elevator.

By the way, the witch was reading a deadly-looking parchment scroll that was dragged to the ground.

"If Ron saw him, he probably wouldn't choose to work at the Ministry of Magic in his life..." Harry couldn't help thinking.

At this moment, with another vibration, the elevator stopped rising again.