Chapter 113: Ministry of Magi
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Saturday, February 4, 9:30 in the morning.
Felix was neatly dressed, standing in the fireplace, amidst a bright green flame, his figure disappeared into the office.
When Felix came out of the public fireplace, he had already arrived at Diagon Alley.
Diagon Alley is the most famous magic business district in the British magical world, which is home to many famous shops, bars, offices and large enterprises.
Gringotts, Broken Cauldron Bar, "Daily Prophet" head office, as well as Ollivander, Mrs. Morkin's robe, Lihen bookstore, pharmacy, etc. which are closely related to the little wizards are all here.
But Felix just passed by. He patted the dust on his body with his top hat. The next second, he used Apparition to appear directly in a dark, narrow alley.
When Felix walked out of the alley, he was standing on a seemingly desolate street. There were only a few low-rise office buildings that looked dilapidated, a tavern, and an antique car full of dust.
He walked some distance and came to a red phone booth against the wall-it looked pretty bad, tattered, with large pieces of red paint peeling off, and several pieces of glass broken. A normal person would not have one. Check out the idea.
But Felix walked in. He picked up the microphone that was hanging obliquely, dialed the number "62442", and waited quietly.
A few seconds later, the voice of an indifferent woman echoed in the phone booth.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your affairs."
Felix said calmly: "Felix Haipu, invited to participate in the award ceremony of Morcles Bellby."
"Thank you," the woman said in a cold voice, "Guest, please pick up the badge and don't put it in front of your clothes."
A square silver badge slipped out of the coin slot, and it said: Felix Haipu, temporarily invited to visit.
"Guests from the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."
Felix pinned the badge on his robe, his thought at the moment was, is this woman a real person?
But the floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled, and he slowly sank into the ground. For about a minute, the phone booth stopped.
"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day." The woman's voice said.
The door slammed open, Felix walked out, and in front of him was a magnificent hall.
He walked on the dark floor where people can see the light, and a row of gilded fireplaces are inlaid on the walls on both sides. For the official members of the Ministry of Magic, this is their way of commuting.
It may be the weekend, there are not many people, but there are also wizards in twos and threes who are still busy. A young man with a pimple face, holding a crumbling pile of parchment in his arms, passed in front of him.
Felix looked at his back, who seemed to be his acquaintance just now?
He shook his head, walked past the fountain in the center of the hall, and came to a table. Behind the table, sat a wizard in a peacock blue robe with a very shaved beard.
Above his head is a sign that says "Security Check".
Felix knocked on the table with his nails, "Good morning, sir, I'll register the wand." The wizard raised his head and put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.
"Come here," the wizard said in a listless tone.
Felix approached him, and the wizard raised a long golden rod, as thin as the antenna of a car. He used it to sweep Felix’s chest and back from top to bottom.
"Wand." The security wizard murmured, and stretched out his hand.
Felix flipped his wrist and popped a magic wand from his sleeve.
The wizard was stunned, "I saw a lot of Aurors hiding magic wands like this. Are you a newcomer Auror?"
"I work at Hogwarts." Felix said briefly.
"Oh, that's a good job..." The wizard's attitude became a lot more enthusiastic. "My name is Eric Munch. I usually take care of security checks and occasionally work as a guard."
"Felix, you can call me that."
Eric threw his wand on a weird-looking brass machine that looked like a balance. The machine began to vibrate slightly.
The wizard Tan Xing Zhengnong: "What class do you teach? I heard that Professor Kettleborn is going to retire, is he still there? His class is really terrible, when I was in school..."
"Mr. Munch," Felix interrupted him, "Professor Keitelburn still teaches little wizards. I am in charge of ancient magic texts."
As far as he knows, Professor Keitelburn is indeed going to retire, but the candidate to succeed him is readily available-Ruber Hager.
Dumbledore is actively rehabilitating him and restoring his reputation. But it didn't seem to be going well, because the murderer who opened the secret room hadn't been caught yet, Felix had already planned to throw the diary out at the right time.
But this matter must be ranked behind Dobby. Otherwise, something went wrong in the middle, and he was afraid that he wouldn't see the reckless little elf.
In fact, Dumbledore can solve the problem of restoring his reputation and appointing a professor. He only needs to mention it at a festive dinner. But in order for Hagrid to use the wand with integrity, he must be recognized by the Ministry of Magic.
And the Ministry of Magic has always been a representative of hard lips.
"Beep dick!" A narrow piece of parchment quickly spit out from the bottom opening of the brass machine. Eric tore the paper off and read the words on it.
"Thirteen inches, ebony wood, and the core is a dragon heartstring. It took ten years. Right?"
"Very accurate." Felix said gently ~www.novelhall.com~I'll keep this," the wizard said, poking the parchment paper on a small brass nail. "You take this. go back. "He grabbed his wand.
"Thank you."
"Wait a minute," Eric stopped with his hand in the air. Across the table, he carefully looked at the badge on Felix's chest.
He said slowly: "I remember you just mentioned that your name is Felix, Felix Haip? The one who contributed to the August 7 duel agreement..."
Eric Munch's nose became rosy, and his nose expanded with excitement, as if he had seen something remarkable.
"Can you tell me, what did you think? I mean, it was one of 28 pure blood! Although I can't understand them-I am a mixed blood, but they have existed for hundreds of years, and they still have It certainly makes sense. But now it's a shame that one of them has left the UK forever..." he chattered.
Felix stretched out his hand calmly, the wizard's jade-like wand flew into his hand with a "swish", "I'm in a hurry, I have a chance to talk again." He nodded at Eric Munch and turned around. left.
Felix took the elevator to the second floor. Following the instructions of the house number, he passed the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Department of Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, Department of Prohibition of Abuse of Muggle Items, and Counterfeit Defense Curse and Protective Equipment Investigation and Collection Office. Senjamo Affairs Office.
On the left side of the office, there are two oak wood doors that open to the inside, which look very heavy. A conspicuous sign hung on the door-No. 3 meeting room.
When Felix approached, a very familiar voice with a prolonged tone said: "The smell of the potion is not important. My personal habit is to increase the amount of aconite..."
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Saturday, February 4, 9:30 in the morning.
Felix was neatly dressed, standing in the fireplace, amidst a bright green flame, his figure disappeared into the office.
When Felix came out of the public fireplace, he had already arrived at Diagon Alley.
Diagon Alley is the most famous magic business district in the British magical world, which is home to many famous shops, bars, offices and large enterprises.
Gringotts, Broken Cauldron Bar, "Daily Prophet" head office, as well as Ollivander, Mrs. Morkin's robe, Lihen bookstore, pharmacy, etc. which are closely related to the little wizards are all here.
But Felix just passed by. He patted the dust on his body with his top hat. The next second, he used Apparition to appear directly in a dark, narrow alley.
When Felix walked out of the alley, he was standing on a seemingly desolate street. There were only a few low-rise office buildings that looked dilapidated, a tavern, and an antique car full of dust.
He walked some distance and came to a red phone booth against the wall-it looked pretty bad, tattered, with large pieces of red paint peeling off, and several pieces of glass broken. A normal person would not have one. Check out the idea.
But Felix walked in. He picked up the microphone that was hanging obliquely, dialed the number "62442", and waited quietly.
A few seconds later, the voice of an indifferent woman echoed in the phone booth.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your affairs."
Felix said calmly: "Felix Haipu, invited to participate in the award ceremony of Morcles Bellby."
"Thank you," the woman said in a cold voice, "Guest, please pick up the badge and don't put it in front of your clothes."
A square silver badge slipped out of the coin slot, and it said: Felix Haipu, temporarily invited to visit.
"Guests from the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."
Felix pinned the badge on his robe, his thought at the moment was, is this woman a real person?
But the floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled, and he slowly sank into the ground. For about a minute, the phone booth stopped.
"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day." The woman's voice said.
The door slammed open, Felix walked out, and in front of him was a magnificent hall.
He walked on the dark floor where people can see the light, and a row of gilded fireplaces are inlaid on the walls on both sides. For the official members of the Ministry of Magic, this is their way of commuting.
It may be the weekend, there are not many people, but there are also wizards in twos and threes who are still busy. A young man with a pimple face, holding a crumbling pile of parchment in his arms, passed in front of him.
Felix looked at his back, who seemed to be his acquaintance just now?
He shook his head, walked past the fountain in the center of the hall, and came to a table. Behind the table, sat a wizard in a peacock blue robe with a very shaved beard.
Above his head is a sign that says "Security Check".
Felix knocked on the table with his nails, "Good morning, sir, I'll register the wand." The wizard raised his head and put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand.
"Come here," the wizard said in a listless tone.
Felix approached him, and the wizard raised a long golden rod, as thin as the antenna of a car. He used it to sweep Felix’s chest and back from top to bottom.
"Wand." The security wizard murmured, and stretched out his hand.
Felix flipped his wrist and popped a magic wand from his sleeve.
The wizard was stunned, "I saw a lot of Aurors hiding magic wands like this. Are you a newcomer Auror?"
"I work at Hogwarts." Felix said briefly.
"Oh, that's a good job..." The wizard's attitude became a lot more enthusiastic. "My name is Eric Munch. I usually take care of security checks and occasionally work as a guard."
"Felix, you can call me that."
Eric threw his wand on a weird-looking brass machine that looked like a balance. The machine began to vibrate slightly.
The wizard Tan Xing Zhengnong: "What class do you teach? I heard that Professor Kettleborn is going to retire, is he still there? His class is really terrible, when I was in school..."
"Mr. Munch," Felix interrupted him, "Professor Keitelburn still teaches little wizards. I am in charge of ancient magic texts."
As far as he knows, Professor Keitelburn is indeed going to retire, but the candidate to succeed him is readily available-Ruber Hager.
Dumbledore is actively rehabilitating him and restoring his reputation. But it didn't seem to be going well, because the murderer who opened the secret room hadn't been caught yet, Felix had already planned to throw the diary out at the right time.
But this matter must be ranked behind Dobby. Otherwise, something went wrong in the middle, and he was afraid that he wouldn't see the reckless little elf.
In fact, Dumbledore can solve the problem of restoring his reputation and appointing a professor. He only needs to mention it at a festive dinner. But in order for Hagrid to use the wand with integrity, he must be recognized by the Ministry of Magic.
And the Ministry of Magic has always been a representative of hard lips.
"Beep dick!" A narrow piece of parchment quickly spit out from the bottom opening of the brass machine. Eric tore the paper off and read the words on it.
"Thirteen inches, ebony wood, and the core is a dragon heartstring. It took ten years. Right?"
"Very accurate." Felix said gently ~www.novelhall.com~I'll keep this," the wizard said, poking the parchment paper on a small brass nail. "You take this. go back. "He grabbed his wand.
"Thank you."
"Wait a minute," Eric stopped with his hand in the air. Across the table, he carefully looked at the badge on Felix's chest.
He said slowly: "I remember you just mentioned that your name is Felix, Felix Haip? The one who contributed to the August 7 duel agreement..."
Eric Munch's nose became rosy, and his nose expanded with excitement, as if he had seen something remarkable.
"Can you tell me, what did you think? I mean, it was one of 28 pure blood! Although I can't understand them-I am a mixed blood, but they have existed for hundreds of years, and they still have It certainly makes sense. But now it's a shame that one of them has left the UK forever..." he chattered.
Felix stretched out his hand calmly, the wizard's jade-like wand flew into his hand with a "swish", "I'm in a hurry, I have a chance to talk again." He nodded at Eric Munch and turned around. left.
Felix took the elevator to the second floor. Following the instructions of the house number, he passed the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Department of Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, Department of Prohibition of Abuse of Muggle Items, and Counterfeit Defense Curse and Protective Equipment Investigation and Collection Office. Senjamo Affairs Office.
On the left side of the office, there are two oak wood doors that open to the inside, which look very heavy. A conspicuous sign hung on the door-No. 3 meeting room.
When Felix approached, a very familiar voice with a prolonged tone said: "The smell of the potion is not important. My personal habit is to increase the amount of aconite..."
Saturday, February 4, 9:30 in the morning. Felix was neatly dressed, standing in the fireplace, amidst a bright green flame, his figure disappeared into the office. When Felix came out of the public fireplace, he had already arrived at Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley is the most famous magic business district in the British magical world, which is home to many famous shops, bars, offices and large enterprises. Gringotts, Broken Cauldron Bar, "Daily Prophet" head office, as well as Ollivander, Mrs. Morkin's robe, Lihen bookstore, pharmacy, etc. which are closely related to the little wizards are all here. But Felix just passed by. He patted the dust on his body with his top hat. The next second, he used Apparition to appear directly in a dark, narrow alley. When Felix walked out of the alley, he was standing on a seemingly desolate street. There were only a few low-rise office buildings that looked dilapidated, a tavern, and an antique car full of dust.He walked some distance and came to a red phone booth against the wall-it looked pretty bad, tattered, with large pieces of red paint peeling off, and several pieces of glass broken. A normal person would not have one. Check out the idea. But Felix walked in. He picked up the microphone that was hanging obliquely, dialed the number "62442", and waited quietly. A few seconds later, the voice of an indifferent woman echoed in the phone booth. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your affairs." Felix said calmly: "Felix Haipu, invited to participate in the award ceremony of Morcles Bellby." "Thank you," the woman said in a cold voice, "Guest, please pick up the badge and don't put it in front of your clothes." A square silver badge slipped out of the coin slot, and it said: Felix Haipu, temporarily invited to visit. "Guests from the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security checkpoint is at the end of the main hall." Felix pinned the badge on his robe, his thought at the moment was, is this woman a real person? But the floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled, and he slowly sank into the ground. For about a minute, the phone booth stopped. "The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day." The woman's voice said. The door slammed open, Felix walked out, and in front of him was a magnificent hall.He walked on the dark floor where people can see the light, and a row of gilded fireplaces are inlaid on the walls on both sides. For the official members of the Ministry of Magic, this is their way of commuting. It may be the weekend, there are not many people, but there are also wizards in twos and threes who are still busy. A young man with a pimple face, holding a crumbling pile of parchment in his arms, passed in front of him. Felix looked at his back, who seemed to be his acquaintance just now? He shook his head, walked past the fountain in the center of the hall, and came to a table. Behind the table, sat a wizard in a peacock blue robe with a very shaved beard. Above his head is a sign that says "Security Check". Felix knocked on the table with his nails, "Good morning, sir, I'll register the wand." The wizard raised his head and put down the "Daily Prophet" in his hand. "Come here," the wizard said in a listless tone. Felix approached him, and the wizard raised a long golden rod, as thin as the antenna of a car. He used it to sweep Felix's chest and back from top to bottom. "Wand." The security wizard murmured, and stretched out his hand. Felix flipped his wrist and popped a magic wand from his sleeve. The wizard was stunned, "I saw a lot of Aurors hiding magic wands like this. Are you a newcomer Auror?" "I work at Hogwarts." Felix said briefly. "Oh, that's a good job..." The wizard's attitude became a lot more enthusiastic. "My name is Eric Munch. I usually take care of security checks and occasionally work as a guard." "Felix, you can call me that." Eric threw his wand on a weird-looking brass machine that looked like a balance. The machine began to vibrate slightly. The wizard Tan Xing Zhengnong: "What class do you teach? I heard that Professor Kettleborn is going to retire, is he still there? His class is really terrible, when I was in school..." "Mr. Munch," Felix interrupted him, "Professor Keitelburn still teaches little wizards. I am in charge of ancient magic texts." As far as he knows, Professor Keitelburn is indeed going to retire, but the candidate to succeed him is readily available-Ruber Hager. Dumbledore is actively rehabilitating him and restoring his reputation. But it didn't seem to be going well, because the murderer who opened the secret room hadn't been caught yet, Felix had already planned to throw the diary out at the right time. But this matter must be ranked behind Dobby. Otherwise, something went wrong in the middle, and he was afraid that he wouldn't see the reckless little elf. In fact, Dumbledore can solve the problem of restoring his reputation and appointing a professor. He only needs to mention it at a festive dinner. But in order for Hagrid to use the wand with integrity, he must be recognized by the Ministry of Magic. And the Ministry of Magic has always been a representative of hard lips. "Beep dick!" A narrow piece of parchment quickly spit out from the bottom opening of the brass machine. Eric tore the paper off and read the words on it. "Thirteen inches, ebony wood, and the core is a dragon heartstring. It took ten years. Right?""Very accurate." Felix said gently ~www.novelhall.com~I'll keep this," the wizard said, poking the parchment paper on a small brass nail. "You take this. go back. "He grabbed his wand. "Thank you." "Wait a minute," Eric stopped with his hand in the air. Across the table, he carefully looked at the badge on Felix's chest. He said slowly: "I remember you just mentioned that your name is Felix, Felix Haip? The one who contributed to the August 7 duel agreement..." Eric Munch's nose became rosy, and his nose expanded with excitement, as if he had seen something remarkable."Can you tell me, what did you think? I mean, it was one of 28 pure blood! Although I can't understand them-I am a mixed blood, but they have existed for hundreds of years, and they still have It certainly makes sense. But now it's a shame that one of them has left the UK forever..." he chattered.Felix stretched out his hand calmly, the wizard's jade-like wand flew into his hand with a "swish", "I'm in a hurry, I have a chance to talk again." He nodded at Eric Munch and turned around. left.Felix took the elevator to the second floor. Following the instructions of the house number, he passed the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Department of Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, Department of Prohibition of Abuse of Muggle Items, and Counterfeit Defense Curse and Protective Equipment Investigation and Collection Office. Senjamo Affairs Office. On the left side of the office, there are two oak wood doors that open to the inside, which look very heavy. A conspicuous sign hung on the door-No. 3 meeting room. When Felix approached, a very familiar voice with a prolonged tone said: "The smell of the potion is not important. My personal habit is to increase the amount of aconite..."
