Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“2nd-layer, magic Department of Magical Law Enforcement.”

“Includes the Auror Command, Improper Use of Magic Office, Wizengamot Management.”

When the indifferent female voice rang, the golden gate door slid open again, and the witch around was busy with a long parchment and went out.

“We’re here, Harry,” Mr. Weasley greeted Harry and followed the elevator to a corridor with doors on both sides. “My office is on the other side of the floor.”

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

“Mr. Weasley,” Harry asked he hesitantly. “We…should it be still under the ground?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Mr. Weasley said as he walked. “The windows are all attached with magic. The magic maintenance department determines what weather we will encounter every day… Last time we scraped it for two months. The storm, the result is because they want to raise their salary… It’s almost there, Harry.”

They turned a corner, passed through the heavy beech door, and entered a messy noisy open-plan office that was divided into many cubicles.

The paper planes flew in and out of the cubicles, making the interior even more busy.

When Harry had just walked to the gate, he saw a skewed sign hanging from the nearest compartment, which read: Auror Command.

As he passed along the outer edge of the office area, he found that the Aurons were plastered on their respective compartment boards.

From the avatars of the wanted wizards, to the posters of their favorite Quiddich team, to the photos of their family, and to the clippings of one of the parties, it seems that from the details they can speculate the character and preferences of the compartment owner.

After passing through the compartment of a purple robe wizard, Harry saw a witch with a blindfold on her eyes, and she was talking to Kingsley across the baffle of the cubicle!

“Good morning, Weasley,” Kingsley carefree, seeing them passing. “I have been thinking about telling you, can you give me a second?”

“Oh! If it’s really only a second,” Mr. Weasley said, “I am very busy right now.”

They talk like they are not familiar with each other.

Harry snorted a little, and then remembered the understanding of the current state of the Order of the Phoenix during this time. He understands that each member needs to hide his identity outside, so he also wants to ask Kinsley for a good mood.

They followed Kingsley through the back compartment and into the last compartment.

Then, Harry showed the startled look on the cubicle.

On the baffle of the compartment, the one that blinks from all directions is Sirius’s face.

The bezel is densely packed, overlaid with clippings and old photographs—even the one that Sirius is the best man at his father’s wedding.

Harry can understand the true meaning of “Ministry of Magic Wanted”, not to mention the hunt, just because people have put their own past in the same way and put it on the partition, which has already made Harry feel a little scared. .

In the only piece of land that is not occupied by Sirius’s various materials, a detailed World map is attached, and each of them and everyone’s little red pushpins shine like gems.

“Give it.” Kingsley bluntly said to Mr. Weasley, and stuffed a thick piece of parchment into his hand. “As far as someone sees the message’s means of flying in the sky, I need to be as far as possible. Learn more about the situation…”

“…we got the information, and Black might still be riding his old motorcycle.”

Upon hearing the news, Harry immediately thought of Leonila’s sister.

They don’t know where to get an old-fashioned bicycle. Is it because they are seen?

At this moment, Kingsley squeezed his eyes slightly toward Harry, then lowered his voice and said to Mr. Weasley: “Give him the magazine, he will find it very interesting…”

Then, he used the normal volume to say: “The time of dragging can’t be too long, Weasley, the report of the flashing leg is late, and our investigation was delayed for a month.”

“If you read my report, you will know that it is a flashing arm.” Mr. Weasley said coldy. “I am afraid that the intelligence of the motorcycle needs to wait, and we are still busy.”

Later, he whispered again: “You are going to go back by seven o’clock today, Molly and Lena to make meatballs!”

After the routine conversation, Mr. Weasley waved at Harry and took him out of Kingsley’s cubicle.

They went out from another door of the Elm, and then turned left and right, and came to the end of a dimly lit, especially dilapidated corridor.

On the left hand side, a door is slightly covered with a slit, which seems to be a broom. On the opposite door, there is a lacquered brass house number:

“Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.”

This is the office of Mr. Weasley, dark and shabby, definitely smaller than the broom.

Two tables were huddled in the office, and a row of file cabinets filled with documents were placed around the wall. There was also a crumbling file on the top of the cabinet.

I have to be careful when I want to move around here.

To say which room is more chaotic than here, perhaps the study where Marx is located has this potential, but the space of the Study is much larger than the office of Mr. Weasley.

From the small wall that can be used on the wall, you can find something that Mr. Weasley has a special liking for:

There are several muggle car advertisements, one of which is the engine that has been dismantled; the illustrations of the two mailboxes are seen from a children’s book in muggle; there is also a schematic diagram of how to install a household socket.

On the table, the documents from the high base can not help but wonder if there is any meaning in the bottom of the basket.

Next to the basket is a Wesley family photo photo frame, and Harry notices that Percy has gone out of the photo.

“There is no window here.” Mr. Weasley said apologetically, taking off his short jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair. “We applied, but they seem to think we don’t need it – sit down! Perkins sees It hasn’t come yet.”

Harry barely squeezed into the chair behind Perkins’s desk, and Mr. Weasley quickly looked up the roll of pawch that Kingsley had just given him.

“Ha!” He smiled and pulled out a magazine from the parchment. “Yes, he is right, Sirius will definitely find this magazine very interesting…”

“Oh! Is The Quibbler?” Harry was surprised. “I remember that Marx liked this magazine very much. He has a subscription for each issue. I heard that he had a whole lot of dormitory in the past!”

“Is it? McLorne doesn’t really want to like this kind of thing – hey, what’s wrong?”

The voice did not fall, and a note flew into the open door, slowly falling to the top of the file pile in the file basket.

Mr. Weasley opened the note and read aloud: “‘It is reported that a third public toilet sewage recharge occurred in Besna Greenland. Please go to the investigation quickly.’ This is really…”

“The toilet sewage is back?”

“The anti-muggle pranks did,” Mr. Weasley frowned. “It happened twice last week, once in Elephant Fort and once in Wimbledon.”

“…muggle flushing the toilet, not only did the dirty things not disappear, but… oh… imagine it yourself!”

“That’s really…”

Harry said as he bent down and licked his trousers, seemingly confirming what it was.

Just then, an old wizard with a gray hair and a hunchback walked into the office, gasping slightly, and Harry sat up straight.

“Harry, this is Platinum.”

“Ah, Arthur!” He looked at Harry and then raised a parchment in his hand. “Emergency message.”

“I already know about the recovery of toilet sewage,” said Mr. Weasley.

“No, no, it’s not a toilet, it’s a matter of trial… They changed the time and place… at eight o’clock, the old tenth courtroom below.”

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

“Oh! Time and place have changed – they can’t wait,” Mr. Weasley looked at the watch again. “Fortunately, go out early today, isn’t it?”

“However, there is no time to rest… Harry, we have to go!”

Perkins put his body on the filing cabinet and let out the road. The two quickly walked out of the office door.

“Sure enough, Marx guessed -“

“Don’t say it, it shouldn’t be mentioned here.” Mr. Weasley immediately interrupted Harry’s words. “There is nothing in the office. Anyway, no one will be interested in our company… but don’t mention it outside.”

“Oh–yes, sorry.” Harry also realized that it was not right, and quickly nodded.

Mr. Weasley stopped at the elevator and quickly tapped the “down” button.

The elevators appeared and they appeared in the elevator.

“I have to pick you up again, Harry,” Mr. Weasley leaned into his ear. “‘That’s not a must-have, peace of mind is–remember?”

The elevator sank a few layers, and Harry hesitated, trying to say something, but saw a fat witch who came in with a smoked goblet, and Harry had to close his mouth again.

“main hall.”

After a while, the indifferent female voice was reported again, and the golden gate door slipped open.

Harry just saw the golden statues far away, and then the fat witch went out, and another frowning, thin-faced wizard came in.

“Good morning, Arthur,” he said in a melancholy voice as the elevator began to fall. “Recently… don’t see you down very much?”

“Good morning, Bode.” Mr. Weasley snorted. “It’s very busy recently.”

As soon as Harry heard the name, he suddenly felt a shock.

Just then, as the elevator stopped, the indifferent female voice rang again:

“Department of Mysteries.”