Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 87 The Ministry of Magic

"It's like a Muggle prime minister trying two criminals before a judge, only to find out that only two students broke the school rules," Fred and George said.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are members of the Order of the Phoenix?" Hilbert looked around at everyone at the table and threw a heavy cloth bomb.

"I wish you would shut up first, Hilbert!" said Sirius.

"Why? Tell me why?"

"I don't want you to know too much. The more you know, the more you will bear."

At this time, a messenger jade talisman suddenly flew in from the window.No one dared to touch it, only to see Hilbert pointing, and a large block of text suddenly appeared, just like 3D.

"Dear Hilbert, it's the fifth year now, I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, I don't want to cause too much trouble, and I also want you and Harry to experience it, the fifth year is destined to be a bad and eventful one Taoist Lingxu... I left this jade talisman for you to pass on a message, and I will come back when it is most dangerous."

"Professor, what is he talking about?" Hermione asked.

"In the fifth year, be more careful, it is destined to be an eventful year."

"It seems that I have to plan carefully." Hilbert said with folded arms.

"Tell them, they will know sooner or later." Moody said while leaning on crutches.

Kingsley picked up a newspaper from the side and handed it to Harry and Hilbert.

Newspapers read "The Lying Boy - Harry Potter" "Minister Fudge Says All Is Well"

"They're putting pressure on the Daily Prophet, publishing whitewashed articles refusing to acknowledge Voldemort's return, and slandering Dumbledore," Mr Weasley said.

The current "Daily Prophet" doesn't even need to read to know that there must be three types of reports every day, praising the "peace and prosperity" under Fudge's leadership, criticizing the lying boy Harry Potter, and attacking Dumbledore.It is so uninterrupted every day, such as the newspaper on the table now.

Harry said in disbelief: "I can't figure it out, why? We don't need to lie at all."

Lupine explained: "It has nothing to do with you, Harry! It has nothing to do with Hilbert, but you are both students at Hogwarts."

"Because of Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Lupine nodded and said, "He thought Dumbledore was using you to spread rumors to steal his job."

Harry immediately said: "It's unreasonable, to be honest, if Dumbledore wants to do this, I will definitely support it, but he will never use such a despicable method."

Lupine said: "This is the thinking of a normal person, but the point is that Fudge is now... abnormal. His thoughts have been controlled by fear."

Sirius said sadly: "Voldemort almost destroyed everything we cherished 14 years ago, and now he is back, and the leaders of the wizarding world are doing everything they can to deny this horrible fact."

"Furthermore, according to letters from other members of the Order of the Phoenix, Voldemort will secretly recruit troops on a large scale. Including giants, werewolves, and dark magical creatures."

"And... we also feel that he needs one more thing, something he didn't get last time."

"Voldemort, who can turn the entire wizarding world upside down, has already failed once, and he doesn't want to fail again, so he wants to wait for something or... looking for something, he let Harry go, now you protect Harry, then Do you mean..."

The flash of surprise in Sirius Black's eyes was caught by Hilbert keenly, which meant that he had hit the point.But at this moment, someone interrupted him.

"Enough!" said Mrs. Weasley suddenly, "Don't say anything from now on!"

Harry shouted: "No! Mrs. Weasley, this matter has a lot to do with me. I understand what you said. Hill is right, isn't he? Only I can find what Voldemort wants You shouldn't hide it from me, I want to join the Order of the Phoenix!"

"But do you know that if you join the Order of the Phoenix, then the Order of the Phoenix's reputation for rebellion will be established? At that time, which wizard would dare to come out to resist Voldemort? You have done things with your head. Harry Potter!" Silber Te turned his head and roared.

"But……"

"Nothing but, the main thing now is to find a place for the Ministry of Magic, preferably Fudge, to see Voldemort back with his own eyes. But we can't now, we need to fight back, don't we still have The Quibbler? We can use It fought back, blaming Secretary Fudge! After all, most people believed the papers in the first place."

Mrs. Weasley wanted to say something more, but Sirius said, "Sad things like this shouldn't be said now. Why don't you bring dinner, Molly? I think everyone's hungry."

Because of this matter, the atmosphere at dinner was not as lively as it was at the beginning, and it was already very late. Everyone just ate some hastily and ended the dinner.

Kreacher then came over and magically cleared the dishes, ignoring Mrs Weasley's and Hermione's offers to help.At this time, Hilbert stopped Kreacher and took out a bag of tea from his suitcase. He would not sleep tonight, so he would make a cup of tea.

"Yes, Master Shafik."

"Bah, flattering lackey."

Sirius doesn't like his family, as can be seen from the mess of this Black ancestral home.Kreacher was his parents' legacy and only reminded him constantly of the family he hated.Although he didn't abuse Kreacher like other nobles, he never gave him a good face.Of course, Kreacher didn't like his master either, and he was willing to find someone else if he wanted to.

The days passed like this, and Hilbert wrote to Taoist Lingxu from time to time, asking himself what he would do this year?Taoist Lingxu replied that he could do whatever he wanted, don't be too outrageous.

August 8.The day of judgment has come.

The Order of the Phoenix decided that Mr. Weasley would be responsible for escorting Harry and Hilbert to the Ministry of Magic.

Hilbert originally wanted Shafik Manor to send a car to the Ministry of Magic, but eager to experience Muggle transportation, he rejected the proposal.

So, the two had no choice but to take the Muggle subway to the Ministry of Magic with Mr. Weasley, who was like a child.

But soon Harry Hilbert regretted his decision.

Mr. Weasley was fine at first, walking with one hand thrust into his jacket, which must have been clutching his wand.There was hardly anyone on the run-down street, but when they entered the shabby, unremarkable subway station, they found it was already full of commuters commuting to work in the morning.Mr. Weasley could hardly contain the intense interest he felt every time he found himself in close proximity to Muggles going about their daily business.

"It's incredible," he whispered, pointing to the ticket machine. "It's amazing."

The three paid for a ticket, and five minutes later they boarded the subway.The subway carried them clattering towards central London.Mr. Weasley nervously double-checked the Tube map above the window.

"Oh! My God! This...is simply amazing, what kind of magic is this?"

"Four stops, Harry, three stops now? Two stops, Harry?"

Mr. Weasley yelled excitedly like a child, and such cheers naturally caused a 100% turnaround rate, and everyone looked at them with silly eyes.

After finally reaching the exit, the three of them took the bus to the vicinity of the British Parliament.

"Have you been here?" Mr. Weasley and Harry asked Hilbert.

"Before, when my mother was pregnant with my sister, my dad took me to and from get off work. Because I was too noisy when I was a child, and my grandma thought I was annoying, my dad took me to and from get off work every day. I can go this way with my eyes closed. .”

As they walked forward, the buildings on both sides of the street gradually became less majestic and magnificent than before.They ended up in a bleak side street with a few seedy-looking offices, a tavern, and a dump truck that was overflowing.Harry had thought the Ministry of Magic was in - a much grander place.

"Here we are." Mr. Weasley said happily, pointing to a dilapidated red telephone booth - several pieces of glass were missing from it, and behind it was a wall that had been smeared in a mess, "You go in first, ha Leigh, then Hilbert."

Mr. Weasley picked up the handset and dialed 62442 on the keypad. As the dial whirred back to its original position, a woman's indifferent voice sounded from the booth, but that voice did not come from Mr. Weasley. It came from the microphone, loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing beside them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

Mr Weasley said: "Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division, Arthur Weasley, and Harry Potter and Hilbert Shafik. Come to the Ministry for trial."

"When you arrive, don't talk, isn't it just a trial? The minister won't even try to win me when it comes to memorizing the law."

"Thank you," said the woman's indifferent voice, "Guests, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

Ding lingling, clattering, Harry saw something slide out of the metal chute that normally ejects coins.He picked it up: a square silver badge that read: HARRY POTTER, ON JUDGE.He pinned his badge to the front of his T-shirt, Hilbert pinned his own to the front of his thin shirt.The woman's voice sounded again.

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the woman's voice.The door of the phone booth flung open, and Mr. Weasley stepped out, followed by Harry, mouth parting in surprise.

They stood at the end of a long, resplendent hall with a dark, polished wooden floor.The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board in the sky.The walls were paneled with dark, glossy black wood, and many gilt fireplaces were built into the wood panels.Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard popped out of one of the fireplaces to the left.And on the right, there are several people waiting in line at each fireplace to leave.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain.A group of pure gold statues, larger than real people, stood in a circular pool of water.The tallest of them all was a dignified wizard, with his wand raised high, pointing directly at the sky.Surrounding him are a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.The centaurs, goblins, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration.Glittering jets of water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the tip of the goblin's hat, and from the house-elf's ears.There were ding dong ding dong, splashing water, popping and popping apparition figures, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of wizards and wizards.With the dead morning expression on their faces, they strode toward the set of golden doors at the far end of the hall.

"Go here, follow me."

They joined the crowd, pushing their way through the Ministry staff.Some of them carried crumbling piles of parchment in their arms, others tottered briefcases, and others read the Daily Prophet as they walked.As he passed the fountain, Harry saw many glistening silver Sickles and copper Knuts at the bottom of the pool, next to a small, smudged sign that read: All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounds and Wounds .If I'm not expelled from Hogwarts, I'll put ten Galleons in, Harry found himself thinking desperately.

The elevator wobbled up again, and the few remaining notes continued to circle the lamp, and then the door opened, and the voice announced, "Second floor, Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Contains Department of Misuse of Magic, Commander Auror Ministry and the Wizengamot Governing Body.”

"We're here, let's go."

Mr. Weasley said they followed the witch out of the elevator and into a corridor with doors on both sides. "My office is on the other side of this floor."

"Did we go the wrong way? How did I remember that we should go to the Department of Mysteries?" Hilbert said to Mr. Weasley.

A stooped, somewhat shy old wizard with fluffy gray hair walked into the room panting slightly.

"Arthur, the time has been changed, they have changed the time and the place - to eight o'clock down there in the old Tenth Courtroom -"

Mr. Weasley looked at his watch, let out an exclamation, and jumped up from his chair.

"Come on, Harry, Hilbert. We should have been there five minutes ago!"

Mr. Weasley stopped beside the elevator and tapped impatiently on the "down" button.

"Hurry up!"

The elevator appeared with a clatter, and they stepped into the elevator.Every time the elevator stopped, Mr. Weasley would curse angrily and hit the button on the ninth floor with his fist.

"Those courtrooms haven't been used in years," said Mr. Weasley angrily, "I don't see why they'd choose to be there - unless - no, won't -"

They descended the stairs and ran down a corridor that looked exactly like the ones at Hogwarts that led to Snape's dungeon: rough stone walls, torches on brackets.The doors they passed here were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes.

"Goodbye, good luck, I can't go with you." Mr. Weasley pushed them a step and said with a wave.

"Come on, Harry, and watch me beat the Ministry of Magic to death."

(End of this chapter)