Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Harry and Mr. Weasley came out of Black’s old house, the sky just gave birth to a little light. Looking up, a gray, the air seems to be soaked by the night dew, revealing a cold in the early morning.

The two men staggered, gently bypassing the square and walking outside the residential area.

“Where is Ministry of Magic? How should we go?” Two steps silently, Harry seemed to want to loosen his tight nerves and suddenly asked.

“The exact location is unclear, only knowing that it is deep underground… Our staff is usually Disapparation to go to work,” Mr. Weasley explained casually. “But obviously you won’t.”

“And, we’d better go there through the visitor’s entrance. After all, you are going to be tried. You can use it without magic, to avoid leaving a bad impression on the normal Ministry of Magic staff.”

Mr. Weasley walked in the jacket with one hand, and Harry knew that he must be holding the wand in his hand.

Almost no one on the run-down street, some wet on the floor tiles, it seems that there was a light rain last night.

However, when they walked into the shabby and inconspicuous subway station, they found that they were already crowded with the muggle passengers who went to work in the morning.

Mr. Weasley has always been particularly fond of muggle and muggle mechanical products, which is the biggest reason he has stayed in the “Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office” without complaining.

Now, both are in order, and it’s no wonder that he’s a bit hard to suppress his deep interest – every time he finds himself close to the muggle who is dealing with everyday affairs.

“It’s incredible,” he said, pointing to the ticket vending machine in front of him. “It’s amazing!”

“It’s broken.” Harry pointed at the sign.

“Yes? But even so,…” Mr. Weasley said as he looked around at the ticket vending machines.

“We have to buy a ticket… I mean, Mr. Weasley…”

Harry had to pull Mr. Weasley to let him look away from the ticket machines.

“Mr. Weasley,” Harry asked helplessly. “You see! We have to buy tickets -“

“Oh!” Mr. Weasley came back and said, “Yes, buy tickets! I probably remember…” he said, taking a pound from his pocket and looking over and over again, ” Uh… although I have been pondering, I still don’t know the face value of these muggle currencies…”

“Let me come!” Harry reached for the colorful pound and asked him. “Yes, where should we go?”

“London city centre,” Mr. Weasley replied immediately. “Well, if I remember correctly – I was the first time I went from the visitor’s entrance.”

Listening to Mr. Weasley, Harry couldn’t help but pray in the bottom of his heart, but I hope I won’t be late because I can’t find the entrance!

I bought a subway ticket from a sleepy administrator. After 5 points, they boarded the subway. The old subway carries them, and the locals drive to the center of London.

In the subway carriage, Mr. Weasley checked the subway map over the window over and over again; Harry carefully pushed the right hand into the left sleeve and quickly pulled it out.

On his face, there is a faint flash of expression.

“There are four more stops… Harry has three more stops… there are two more stops, Harry…”

In the curiosity and nervousness of Mr. Weasley, the surrounding muggle passengers looked at him with a puzzled look. Obviously, his neurotic snoring has become so dramatic.

“Mr. Weasley, don’t miss the site, let’s just sit down.” Harry couldn’t help himself, but he had to lower his voice and reminded him, “They are watching you!”

“Oh! Really?” Mr. Weasley immediately pulled his gaze back from the road map and looked around. “Really, I actually want to make a few muggle friends…”

They got off at a stop in central London.

The subway station in the city center is of course bustling and crowded, and there are crowds of people. Harry and Mr. Weasley are pushed out of the subway by countless well-dressed men and women with briefcases.

“Oh! If I didn’t know that the muggle wouldn’t be magic, I would really think it was a magic staircase.” And Harry stood on the escalator, and Mr. Weasley lamented the opportunity.

“Wow! This little thing is awesome!”

As they passed the turnstile at the ticket gate, they personally experienced Mr. Weasley, who had swallowed the ticket at the ticket gate, and even couldn’t help but clap his hands and clap his hands.

When they left the subway station and came to a wide street, the sky was already bright.

On both sides of the street are majestic buildings, a variety of shops along the street and large billboards, and the streets are already busy.

“What is this place?”

Standing on the street, watching the crowds and vehicles coming and going, Mr. Weasley was amazed.

“what?”

Harry thought that despite Mr. Weasley’s frequent check of the subway map, they were still in the wrong station, and suddenly the heart stopped beating.

Fortunately, then Mr. Weasley said again: “Oh! Oh… yes, go here, Harry.”

He said, he turned and led Harry forward a distance, then turned into a street ramp.

“I’m sorry,” unlike Harry’s nervousness, Mr. Weasley was very excited. “I have never taken the subway! And, with the sight of muggle, everything is completely different.”

“…To be honest, I almost thought I had become a muggle!”

They continued to move forward, and the buildings on both sides of the street were generally much lower. Both magic circle and muggle world are like this. When people deviate from the concentrated area of ​​money, mediocrity and even simplicity are the main tone of this world.

Finally, they came to a bleak little street with only a few ragged offices, a small pub and a dump truck full of spills.

On the opposite side, there is a small parking lot with only one dilapidated private car parked.

Harry thought that the Ministry of Magic was in a much more stylish place! It seems that they are more concerned about avoiding excessive contact with muggle.

“Come on.” Mr. Weasley said happily, pointing to a dilapidated red telephone booth – several pieces of glass were gone.

The telephone booth, with a smeared wall on the back.

In an inadvertent glance, Harry also saw some small rectangular stickers attached to the wall. The pictures on the stickers made him blush and then looked away with difficulty.

“You go ahead, Harry.” Mr. Weasley stepped forward and reached for the door of the phone booth.

Harry walked in doubtfully. When he was puzzled, Mr. Weasley squeezed in and stood beside him, and closed the door with his backhand.

It’s really crowded!

Harry was squeezed to the wall-mounted coin-operated phone, and the phone slanted to the wall, as if a guy who had destroyed the property had tried to pull it off.

Mr. Weasley reached over Harry’s shoulder and barely picked up the handset.

“Mr. Weasley,” Harry couldn’t help but say, “I think this call may be broken…”

“No, no, like this important magic item, Ministry of Magic will send people to check and maintain it regularly.” Mr. Weasley said, holding the microphone over his head and looking at the rotary dial, “Let me think about… ”

“This… um, then this is… and this, and this…”

As the dial “ka-cha” was turned again and again, and then automatically reset, an indifferent female voice was heard in the phone booth.

Harry thought that the sound was not coming from the microphone that Mr. Weasley was holding. It was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing beside them.

“Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and reason for your visit.”

“en?” Mr. Weasley looked at the receiver in his hand and looked at the skewed telephone. Obviously, he was not sure where to speak.

After hesitating a few times, he still leaned his ear on the mouth and said: “Arthur Weasley, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office – came with Harry Potter and asked him to come to the trial.”

“Thank you,” the indifferent female voice, “Guest, please pick up the badge, don’t be in front of your clothes.”

As Ding Wu slammed, Harry saw a small thing slipping out of the metal groove of the coin-returning mouth.

He picked it up: it was a square silver badge with the words “Harry Potter, Trial”.

When Harry took the badge to the T-shirt, the woman’s voice rang again.

“For the guests of Ministry of Magic, you need to check at the security checkpoint and register your wand – the security checkpoint is at the end of the main hall.”

The voice did not fall, the ground of the telephone booth suddenly shook, and they slowly sank into the ground.

Harry was surprised to see the sidewalk outside the glass wall of the phone booth getting higher and higher, and soon the surroundings became dark and nothing could be seen.

In the darkness, only the harsh rubbing sounds that continue to linger in the ear prove that they are still moving. If you want to ask if you are still moving vertically, Harry will not be able to answer it.

The time passed is probably more than 1 point, but it gives people a much longer feeling than that.

When a thin golden light hits Harry’s foot, he involuntarily sighed in relief.

Then the golden light gradually widened and extended to his body. Soon, Harry had to pick up his eyes to adjust to the sudden light.

“Ministry of Magic wants you to have a good time today.”

The last sentence of the indifferent female voice finished, the door of the telephone booth slammed open. Mr. Weasley took the lead and Harry followed, looking at the surrounding scene and being almost surprised.

Even so, he subconsciously touched the sleeves.