Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

For those who first learned about the Ministry of Magic building structure, it may be difficult to understand in an instant. As the “face” of the Ministry of Magic, it is located underground 8-Layer, and the entire Ministry of Magic looks like a total of ten floors.

But if you pull the entire underground layer to 8-Layer out of the ground, it is not much different from the layering concept of the muggle building.

After gradually adapting to the surrounding brightness, Harry found himself standing in the middle of a wide, long passage.

Although the passage is actually very spacious, it can be crowded and crowded.

On both sides of this arched passage, which is made of unknown black bricks, countless gold-plated fireplaces are neatly arranged and extend forward and backward.

Every few seconds, with the “pu” a light sound, the flame of fresh green rose, and a wizard suddenly came out of a fireplace on the left hand side.

On the right side, every moment seems to be in the crowd, sprinkle the floo powder and leave.

In such a busy scene, Harry intuitively felt that the Ministry of Magic really is the central institution governing a country’s magic circle.

“…no wonder Marx will say that ‘Voldemort can’t fully penetrate the Ministry of Magic’ so convinced.” He looked at the crowd around him and his heart sighed.

Walking on the dark wooden floor that is polished, the top of the head is a black brick dome with a glittering golden symbol.

The 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 huge set of pure gold statues in the middle of the pool.

The tallest is a graceful wizard who holds the wand high and the tip points to the sky; surrounded by a beautiful witch, a Centaur, a Goblin and a house elf.

Centaur, Goblin, and house elf looked at the two wizards with infinite worship, a path of shining water columns from the wand tip of the wizard, from the bow arrow of Centaur, from the tip of Goblin’s hat, from the house elf Sprayed out in both ears.

In the vicinity, the sound of water in Hua la la, the bursting sound of Disapparation, and the clutter of hundreds of male witches mixed together sounded a bit messy.

Many of those wizards were meticulously dressed, but their faces were hung with the uniqueness of the morning, striding toward the row of golden gates at the other end.

“Go here,” said Mr. Weasley.

They huddled in the crowd of Ministry of Magic staff and various visitors, some of them holding a pile of crumbling parchment in their arms, some carrying old briefcases, and some holding a copy “Daily Prophet” reads while walking.

As the fountain passed, Harry saw a lot of sparkling silver and copper Knut under the clear pool. A small sign next to a smudged Scabbers said: All proceeds from the magic brother fountain were donated to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies. And Injuries.

“If the review can pass smoothly… No, I came with a mission this time. After all, I was saving the Ministry of Magic… Probably?” Harry thought about it and changed his mind, “If today’s mission If it can be done successfully, I will put ten gold galleons in… Oh, no-“

“What are you thinking about, Harry?” Seeing Harry looking down at the money in the pool, Mr. Weasley reached out and patted him on the shoulder. “Although the money in this pool has not been moved for a long time, Also can’t hit their ideas!”

“What?” Harry seemed to be fascinated and didn’t hear Mr. Weasley’s words. “I want to change a greater wish, say – save the World or something?”

“Go here, Harry.”

Mr. Weasley said, leading Harry to leave the most concentrated flow of people and heading to the left.

At the table, there was a sign with a “safety check” on it, and a wizard wearing a peacock blue robes and a badly shaved beard was sitting underneath.

When Harry approached, he looked up and dropped the newspaper in his hand.

“I brought a guest.” Mr. Weasley said, pointing to Harry.

“Come here.” The wizard said with a listless tone.

Harry, who had just came back to his senses from the magnificent atrium, will only see the brand when he sees it. He is even nervous.

“Focus and focus!” Harry reminded himself.

He stared at the wizard and yawned, shaking his sleeves gently, and a very small thing immediately fell to his feet.

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

“wand.”

Security checker muttered to Harry, letting go of the golden thing and reaching out to him.

Harry was darkly relaxed, and he immediately took out the wand and handed it out.

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

Soon, a narrow parchment spit out from the bottom of the mouth.

The wizard pulled the paper down and read the words above:

“Eleven inches, the rod core is Phoenix feathers, it took four years… is it?”

“Yes,” Harry replied nervously.

“I keep this,” said the wizard, stamping the parchment on a small brass spike. “You take this back.”

He stuffed wand into Harry’s hand.

“Thank you.”

Harry finally released the bite that had been bitten. He licked his heel as Marx said. After two seconds, he lifted his foot and planned to leave Mr. Weasley.

“Wait a minute,” the wizard said slowly.

what happened? Did he notice it? Is there any problem?

Harry slightly came back to his senses, a little unnaturally moving his shoulders, because his scalp and back were filled with a burning sensation.

The wizard’s gaze was a trace of suspicion. He subconsciously went up from the silver guest badge on Harry’s chest and looked forward to his forehead.

“Thank you, Erik.”

Mr. Weasley categorically dropped a sentence, then grabbed Harry’s shoulder and took him out of here to return to the crowd.

The more you go, the more crowded you are, as if the flow of people is concentrated in one place, they are almost “pushed” through the door by the crowd and come to a smaller hall.

There are at least twenty elevators here, and the golden fence door carved with fine patterns is in the wall.

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

Next to them, stood a big man with a beard and a wizard, holding a large cardboard box in his arms, and from time to time he made a burst of harsh friction.

“Alright, Arthur?” The wizard said, yelling Mr. Weasley for nodded.

“What is your head, Bob?” Mr. Weasley asked curiously at the cardboard box.

“Not sure yet.” The boss named Bob said seriously. “We thought it was an ordinary chicken. I didn’t expect it to come out! It seems to me that this is a serious violation.” Ban on Experimental Breeding…”

With the sound of a 嘁哩ka-cha, the elevator car landed in front of them.

Waiting for the golden fence door to slide gently, a large crowd of people rushed into the elevator, no one cares whether there will be some thrilling accidents due to overweight.

When Harry found out that he was being overwhelmed by the crowd, he couldn’t help but feel the “small bit” crowded in the previous phone booth.

Several wizards around him looked at him curiously.

Harry looked down at the tip of his toes, and while avoiding the gaze of others, he was especially careful to make room for his legs, so that even the messy mess had no time to take care of it.

The gate hua la closed and the elevator slowly rose and the chain ka-cha rang. Then, the indifferent female voice Harry had heard in the telephone booth rang again.

“7-Layer, Magic Department of Magical Games and Sports, including Britain and the Quidditch League headquarters in Ireland, the official Gobstone Club and the Office of Funny Products Patent.”

The elevator door opened, and Harry sneaked into a messy corridor, with a variety of Quiddich posters on the wall.

A wizard holding a broomstick squeezed out hard and disappeared in the hallway.

The fence door closed again and the elevator swayed and continued to rise. The female voice continued: “6-Layer, Department of Magical Transportation, including the Floo Network Authority, the broomstick Management Authority, the portkey office, and the Apparition Test Center.”

The elevator door was opened again, and four or five wizards went out. At the same time, several light purple paper planes sou sou flew into the elevator and hovered slowly over the passengers’ heads.

Harry also saw a stamp on the edge of the wing that seemed to be covered with “Ministry of Magic.”

“That’s the note between the departments that is used to deliver the message.” Mr. Weasley whispered to him, “It used to be owl, it was incredibly messy–the desk was full of feces.”

As the elevator continues to rise, every time you stop at the first floor, a group of people will go out, and the number of paper planes will be less and less. To the magic accident and disaster department of 3rd-layer, almost everyone has gone out.

Now there are only Mr. Weasley, Harry and another witch in the elevator.

By the way, the witch is reading a parchment volume that is so long that it has been dragged to the ground.

“If I was seen by Ron, it is estimated that he will not choose to work in Ministry of Magic in his life…” Harry couldn’t help but think so.

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