Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"The second level, the Magic Law Enforcement Department, includes the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, Auror Command and Wisengama Management Agency.

When the indifferent female voice rang, the golden fence door slid open again with a clatter, and the witch beside her hurriedly dragged a long roll of parchment out.

"We're here, Harry," Mr. Weasley greeted Harry, and followed him out of the elevator, to a corridor with doors on both sides, "My office is on the other side of this floor."

In this corridor, there is occasionally a window inlaid in the black brick wall, and the bright sun shines in from there.Harry looked outside, but found that he could not see the ground, only the endless sea of ​​clouds and the sun floating above the clouds.

"Mr. Weasley," Harry asked hesitantly, "we...should be still underground?"

"Yeah, that's right." Mr. Weasley said as he walked. "These windows have magic attached. The magic maintenance department determines what weather we will have every day... Last time we had a two-month hurricane here. But it's because they want to raise their wages... it's almost here, Harry."

They turned a corner, passed through two heavy oak doors, and entered a messy and noisy open office area divided into many small compartments.

The note paper airplane that conveyed the message flew out and in from the cubicle, making it even more busy.

As soon as Harry reached the gate, he saw a sign hanging askew on the nearest cubicle: Auror Command.

As he passed along the aisle outside the office area, he found that the Aurors were plastering their cubicle panels.

From the portraits of the wanted wizards, to the pictures of their family members, to the posters of their favorite Quidditch team, and the articles cut from the Daily Prophet, it seems that the details can be guessed. The character and preferences of the owner.

After passing the cubicle of a purple-robed wizard, Harry saw a witch with one blindfolded eye. She was talking to Kingsley across the barrier of the cubicle!

"Good morning, Weasley," Kingsley said carelessly when they saw them passing by, "I always wanted to say a word to you, can you give me a second?"

"Okay! If it's really a second," Mr. Weasley said, "I'm very busy now."

They talked as if they were not familiar with each other.

Harry froze for a moment, and then remembered all his understanding of the status quo of the Order of the Phoenix during this time.He understood that the members still need to hide their identities outside, so he also suppressed the desire to greet Kingsley.

They followed Kingsley through a row of cubicles and into the smallest cubicle at the end.

Immediately afterwards, Harry was taken aback by the sight in this cubicle.

On the baffle of the compartment, the one who blinked at him from all directions was the face of Sirius.

Newspaper clippings and old photographs were densely pasted on the flap-including the one of Sirius who was the best man at Harry's father's wedding.

Harry can be regarded as understanding the true meaning of "wanted by the Ministry of Magic", let alone hunting down, just being plucked out of his various pasts and pasted on the partition, this has made Harry a little frightened Up.

In the only place not occupied by various information about Sirius, a detailed map of the world was pasted, and the small red thumbtacks on it were shining like gems.

"Here." Kingsley said to Mr. Weasley stiffly, and put a roll of parchment into his hand. "As for the Muggle vehicles flying in the sky in the last twelve months, I need Learn as much as possible..."

"...We received information that Black may still be using his old motorcycle."

Upon hearing the news, Harry immediately thought of Lainilena's sisters.

They don't know where they got a vintage bicycle. Could it be that they were seen?

At this time, Kingsley blinked hard at Harry, then lowered his voice and said to Mr. Weasley: "Give him this magazine, he will probably find it very interesting..."

Then, he said in a normal volume: "Don't delay too long, Weasley, the report of the shining legs was late, which delayed our investigation for a month."

"If you have read my report, you will know that the word is flashing arm." Mr. Weasley said coldly, "I'm afraid your information on motorcycles will have to wait a while, we are currently very busy."

Then he lowered his voice and said, "You strive to leave before seven o'clock, Molly is making meatballs!"

After the routine conversation was over, Mr. Weasley motioned to Harry and led him out of Kingsley's cubicle.

They exited another oak gate, then turned left and right, and came to the end of a dimly lit and particularly dilapidated corridor.

On the left hand side, a door was slightly slit, and it could be seen that there was a broom room inside.And on the door on the right, there is a faded brass sign:

Prohibit the abuse of Muggle Items Division.

This is Mr. Weasley's office, dim and shabby, and it seems slightly smaller than the broomstick.

Two tables were squeezed inside, and there were file cabinets that were almost overflowing along the wall. On the top of the cabinets were piles of crumbling documents.

There is simply no place for people to let go of their hands and feet!

If there is any room that is more cluttered than here, maybe the study room where Maca is located has this potential, but the space of that study room is much larger than Mr. Weasley's office.

Judging from the little available space on the wall, we can see what Mr. Weasley has a soft spot:

There are several car advertisements, one of which depicts the disassembled engine; two illustrations of letter boxes, which appear to be cut from Muggle children's books; and a schematic diagram of how to install the socket.

On the table, the high-level files make people wonder whether the file basket underneath has any meaning.

Next to the file basket was a magical photo of the Weasley family's family portrait, and Harry noticed that Percy seemed to have walked out of the photo.

"There are no windows here." Mr. Weasley said apologetically, taking off his short jacket and putting it on the back of the chair. "We asked, but they seemed to think we didn't need to-sit down! Harry , It looks like Perkins hasn't come yet."

Harry barely squeezed into the chair behind Perkins' desk, when Mr. Weasley quickly looked through the sheaf of parchment that Kingsley had just given him.

"Ah!" He grinned, and pulled out a magazine from the parchment. "Yes, he was right. I'm sure Sirius would find it very interesting..."

"Oh! It's "The Devil"?" Harry said in surprise, "I remember Maca likes this magazine very much-he subscribes every issue, I heard that he used to have a whole pile in his dormitory!"

"Really? McLean didn't really think he would like this kind of-well, what's wrong?"

Before the words fell, a note flew into the open door and slowly fell to the top of the pile of documents in the document basket.

Mr. Weasley opened the note and read aloud: "'It is reported that there has been a third case of sewage regurgitation from a public toilet in Bessner Greenbelt. Please go and investigate as soon as possible.'...This is really hell!"

"Toilet sewage backlash?"

"The anti-Muggle pranksters did it," Mr. Weasley said with a frown. "There have been twice in the last week, once at Wimbledon and the other at Elephant Castle. The Muggles flushed the toilet. As a result, not only did the dirty stuff not disappear, but...oh! Just imagine it for yourself!"

"That's too bad..."

As Harry said, he bent down and took out his trouser legs, as if confirming something.

At this moment, an old wizard with hunchback and gray hair walked into the office, panting slightly, and Harry hurriedly sat up straight.

"Harry, this is Platinums."

"Ah, Arthur!" He looked at Harry, then raised a piece of parchment in Yang's hand. "Urgent news."

"I already know about the backflow of toilet sewage." Mr. Weasley said.

"No, no, it's not the toilet, it's the trial—they changed the time and place—to the old tenth courtroom below at eight o'clock—"

When Mr. Weasley heard it, he immediately took the parchment and looked at it.

"Oh! The time and place have been changed-they can't wait," Mr. Weasley said again, looking at his watch. "Fortunately, I went out early today, didn't they?"

"However, there is no time to rest... Harry, we have to go now!"

Perkins put his body on the filing cabinet to let out, and Mr. Weasley and Harry walked out of the office quickly.

"Sure enough, I guessed it with Maca--"

"Stop talking, it shouldn't be mentioned here." Mr. Weasley interrupted Harry immediately. "It's okay in the office. No one will be interested in our company anyway... But don't mention it outside."

"Oh-yes, sorry." Harry also realized what was wrong and nodded quickly.

Mr. Weasley stopped by the elevator and quickly tapped the "down" button.

The elevator creaked, and they stepped into the elevator.

"I have to ask you again, Harry," Mr. Weasley leaned into his ear. "That's not something that has to be done. It's just to be tried-remember?"

The elevator sank a few floors, Harry hesitated, and was about to say something, but when a fat witch came in with a smoking goblet, Harry had to shut her mouth again.

"main hall."

After a while, the indifferent female voice reported again, and the golden fence slid open.

Harry only caught a glimpse of the golden statues in the fountain from a distance, then the fat witch walked out, and another thin wizard with a sad face came in.

"Good morning, Arthur," he said in a melancholy low voice when the elevator began to descend, "I haven't seen you coming down much recently."

"Good morning, Bode," Mr. Weasley said casually. "It's been very busy these days."

When Harry heard the name, his heart was shocked.

At this moment, as the elevator stopped, the indifferent female voice suddenly sounded again:

"The Department of Mysteries."