Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

The entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic is still brilliant. The dark wooden floor and jewel-like ceiling are as bright as yesterday. Many fireplaces with gold threads are inlaid on both sides of the hall for all visitors to come and go frequently.

The bright green magic flame kept licking the inside of the fireplace, but occasionally it suddenly burst out.This can't help but make the wizards who have just arrived at the Ministry of Magic to have to go a little farther when passing by, so as not to be taken out by others.

Of course, not everyone comes and goes by the Floo network, just like this, Pansy took the magic elevator and descended straight from the fireplace.

And when she walked out of it with a slightly stiff step, the flow of people coming and going in the hall immediately reminded her of some past events.

I remember that my father was not as reticent as he is now. Although he was very strict in discipline, he really wanted to be a good father.

At that time, Pansy's father took Pansy's daughter to the Ministry of Magic several times, which broadened her vision a lot.

"Sure enough, it hasn't changed much, there are still many people..." Pansy couldn't help but murmured as he looked at the wizards around him, "Perses... should he also work in the ministry at this time?"

What she mentioned was naturally her unlucky brother.

After being squeezed into the idle position where he spent his entire life waiting to die, his brother Perses Parkinson, who had a slim chance of promotion, began his depraved life.

But no matter how depraved, it also requires capital-Perses did not resign, he still went to and from get off work half-dead every day, and then spent the money he earned in many pubs and bars with the remaining time. among.

To be honest, Pansy, who used to admire his elder brother so much, really wants to see what he looks like at work.But after thinking about it, she finally let go of her worry about her brother's recent state.

After all, the things around him are enough to make her so busy and careless for him.

"Upstairs...No, you have to go to the security checkpoint first."

Pansy touched the guest badge she held on her chest, and then moved slowly forward with the endless stream of people.

Passing through the front hall, she soon came to the wider atrium.

At this point, the crowd is no longer as crowded as before, and everyone has at least enough space to move around with their legs.

And unlike the entrance hall that still maintains the old view, this atrium is obviously very different from what she saw when she was a child.

The pure gold statue standing in the fountain in the early years is still there-the horseman, the fairy and the house elves are still as they used to be, looking up at the noble wizard and beautiful witch in the middle with full reverence.

Except for this central fountain with statues, many places have undergone tremendous changes.

For example, the Ministry of Magic specially repainted a huge two-person portrait of magic for the great wizard Albus Dumbledore who has passed away.That portrait was hung high up on the display wall on the side of the atrium. Behind the half-moon-shaped lens, a pair of eyes were slightly closed all year round, seeming to be dormant.

The wizards in the atrium turned their heads slightly, and there was another figure with a square stone base in front of the elevator.And Pansy, the young wizard statue standing above the obelisk, is very familiar. Who would it be if it wasn't Maca McLean?

After Pansy got closer with the people, she learned from the inscription carved on the base of the obelisk that this was actually a copper stele made secretly by the British Muggle Queen for the last London disaster. .And what she is grateful for on behalf of the Muggles in Britain is of course a series of wizards headed by Maca.

Among the names engraved above, there are Neville, Hermione, Sirius, etc., many people who have helped the Muggle people in that incident.

In fact, Maca knew about the Muggle Queen giving the obelisk portrait, but he never let it appear in the school.Because he knows very well, the queen is still thinking about it, wanting him to promote the integration of wizards and Muggles in Britain!

Otherwise, why would the other party have to cast a statue of only him on the bronze monument that thanked a whole group of wizards on such a side?

Therefore, after Maca heard that Scrimgeour had already accepted the thing first, he simply let him keep it for himself to appreciate.

Of course, in addition to these objects that do not actually have much meaning, there are many more portraits or listings that trace major historical events in this atrium.

Therefore, Scrimgeour, as a Minister of Magic, I am afraid that he can somewhat understand that he can't do much by himself, so he has worked hard to create these objects that truly have continuous value. .

As Pansy was walking and watching, she finally saw a table right in front of the magic elevator.And just beside that table, a sign with the words "Security Check" was erected diagonally on the ground.

You can see some wizards and wizards have been lined up there, and a staff member wearing a blue robe is busy checking the guests one by one with various tools.

On the desktop beside him, a quill pen hung on the top of the data book, swiftly twisting the book.

When Pansy saw this, he also felt nervous and went to the end of the queue.

Fortunately, the queue is not long. After all, those who need to come here to check the wand are all guests who have not made an appointment.Regardless of the dense flow of people here, most of them are actually regulars.

Perhaps it is only when large-scale disasters like the previous few times strike, will this place enter a wartime state, so that everyone must go through inspection before going to each floor to handle affairs.

After a while, Pansy found that her front was suddenly empty-it turned out it was her turn.

"Come closer."

But seeing the blue-robed wizard beckoning to Pansy slightly, when Pansy got closer, he held the thin golden stick and swept up and down around his body.

Immediately afterwards, he heard that he was rather listless:

"Wand."

Seeing the other party stretched out his hand, Pansy was still a little worried, but he couldn't let people just wait.At this time, the more procrastination, the more suspicion it is, right?

Of course, with the half-dead look of the blue-robed wizard with drooping eyelids, Pansy really wanted to know if he left like this, he would find out in time.

While thinking about this, Pansy still handed out the wand that had been modified by Maca.Then she saw that after receiving her wand, the blue-robed wizard threw it on a brass magic scale without looking at it.

Then, with the slight tremor that day, a narrow piece of parchment immediately spewed out from the opening in the base.

"Nine and...three elevenths of an inch...about?"

This strange length, which was not in line with common sense, immediately stunned the blue-robed wizard on the spot-he had been in this damned security inspector post for so many years, and this was the first time he saw such an unconventional wand appeared of.

You know, almost every wand maker in this world has the most accurate ethics and reservations, and the wands that are directly related to the magic itself, their various numbers will produce different spells. influences.

The blue-robed wizard who seemed a little hesitant about this magic wand turned his head and glanced at the instrument, apparently beginning to doubt whether this alchemy prop was malfunctioning.

However, the problem was originally the magic wand, and he would definitely not gain anything by thinking about the inspection tool.

After the blue-robed wizard tossed for a long time, and after trying several times and found that the test results did not change, he finally thought of asking Pansy:

"Excuse me, what is the exact length of this wand?"

"Oh, I think you were right that day... Yes, my wand is indeed so'special', because it didn't come from those famous wand makers."

Hearing what Pansy said, the other party was a little surprised-if it was from a private wand maker, it would be more or less understandable.

Although even on a global scale, there are really few examples like this.

Inadvertently, the blue-robed wizard suddenly saw the guest badge pinned to Pansy's front, and then he saw the eye-catching "registration".

"Is it the first time to come to the UK from abroad?" He immediately waved his hand, "Then please go directly to the International Magic Cooperation Department to register! There are more complete testing equipment than my small place, specifically for foreign guests Register with a special visitor, and you will receive a small gift after completing the record! The elevator will be up three floors!"

As he was talking, the blue-robed wizard glanced at the parchment note-at least there was no danger detected on it, so it was allowed to go.

Pansy retrieved his wand again from the opponent's hand, and after a slight nod of thanks, he turned to the row of golden magic elevators.

She obviously would not go to the Department of International Magic Cooperation, not to mention that her destination was actually the Auror office. Even if there were any small gifts, she did not want to risk being given by "more complete testing equipment". Check it again.

Not long after, Pansy followed several wizards and squeezed into a golden elevator that had just opened the fence door, and slowly rose up with the sound of the chain "crash.

Along the way, the elevator stopped five times, but Pansy did not go out.And as the number of people in the elevator became less and less, when the fence door opened automatically with a click, the melodious voice of the newspaper layer finally said:

"On the second floor, the Magic Law Enforcement Department; this floor includes the Department of Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, Department of Prohibition of Abuse of Muggle Items, Auror Command, and Wisengama Conference Hall."

"Kingsley Shaker."

Pansy thought secretly, pursing her tightly dry lips.

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