Chinese students at Hogwarts

Chapter 210 Ministry of Magic

Dumbledore finally took Zhang Xiao with him. Perhaps Optimus Prime of the wizarding world, who felt that he was old, thought it would be good to let Zhang get exposed to something in advance.

He didn't know what method he used, but Peter turned back into the sleepy mouse Scabbers again and put him into his pocket.

This seems to be a very safe carrying measure.

Look, look, Zhang Xiao muttered in his heart, so I said.

Dumbledore tied the Philosopher's Stone to his belt, which was the simplest and safest measure.

Zhang Xiao thought Dumbledore had some special way to go to the Ministry of Magic, but he took him to Diagon Alley using floo powder first.

Like an old man who hadn't gone shopping for a long time, he was leisurely wandering around the Muggle streets.

Perhaps seeing Zhang Xiao's doubts, Dumbledore said softly:

"Always give the Ministry of Magic some time to react."

An old man and a young man were walking down a very deserted street. Except for a few low-rise office buildings that looked dilapidated, there was not even a decent convenience store.

Occasionally passers-by seemed to turn a blind eye to the two of them, which allowed Dumbledore and Zhang Xiao to walk leisurely and chat.

"Zhang, how do you think the Ministry of Magic will handle this matter?"

Zhang Xiao thought for a while, especially because Umbridge was thrown out of the top job before, which made him look down on the Ministry of Magic - or Fudge.

Being fierce and timid, being scheming and never making a decision; doing great things but cherishing one's life, seeing small gains and forgetting one's life, are not heroes.

"How to deal with it?

This would obviously be much easier for the Ministry of Magic without you.

For example, directly collude with Peter so that he will never change his story, and directly finalize this old case, or simply silence Peter.

But now that you're here, the most likely scenario is to go cold turkey - Blake out, Peter in, drop the charges against Blake.

Or just like last time, throwing out potential opponents as scapegoats can appease anger, appease public opinion, and eradicate dissidents.

In the end, Fudge sincerely apologized and attributed all the mistakes to the unlucky guy, winning public opinion.

Well – Fudge won three times. "

Dumbledore was amused by Zhang Xiao:

"Ha——, excellent imagination, but I have to admit that what you said is likely to become reality."

He sighed: "Your ideas are always so advanced, and your way of thinking is far more mature than that of the little wizard - but this is not a bad thing.

Maturity is obviously better than pretending to be mature.

Here we are. "

Following the direction of Dumbledore's finger, Zhang Xiao looked over.

There was a red phone box against the wall - it looked pretty bad, shabby.

The mottled paint surface looked like it had been smashed, with pits and pits.

There were spider web-like cracks on the glass, and it was impossible to see the scene inside clearly.

Zhang Xiao felt that even without the protection of the curse, no normal person would have the idea to find out.

Dumbledore led him in and said in a brisk tone:

"The Ministry of Magic is protected by many spells. Generally speaking, there are only three ways to get to the Ministry of Magic: the staff passage.

The special Floo channel opened, as well as this visitor channel.

If there are fewer people, it is recommended to use this guest channel. "

Zhang Xiao nodded: "Okay, I thought Professor you would choose a more direct method."

To be honest, he originally thought that Dumbledore would directly take him to apparate there.

But he never thought that Dumbledore would choose a phone booth that was only used by ordinary visitors.

Dumbledore picked up the microphone hanging crookedly, dialed the number "62442", and waited quietly.

A few seconds later, a cold woman's voice echoed in the phone booth.

The sound doesn't come from the microphone, it sounds like someone is actually standing in front of you.

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

Dumbledore said calmly: "Albus Dumbledore, Xiao Zhang, has made an appointment with Minister Connery Fudge."

"Thank you," the cold female voice said, "Please pick up the badge and pin it on your chest."

Two square silver badges slid out from the coin slot, with names and intentions written on them.

Zhang Xiao looked at the badge in his hand and pinned it on his chest curiously.

I don’t know what the Chinese side is like, but it should be quite interesting.

The female voice was still saying: "Dear guest, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand.

The security checkpoint is located at the end of the main hall. "

Dumbledore said regretfully: "When I came here before, they would give me a bunch of stinky and long titles.

It's gone now. "

Just as Zhang Xiao was about to speak, the phone booth suddenly started to tremble, and then there was a sense of weightlessness, and the entire phone booth was sinking toward the ground.

It took almost a minute before the phone booth stopped.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. I hope you have a pleasant day," the woman's voice finished.

The door of the phone booth opened by itself, and Dumbledore led Zhang Xiao towards the outside.

Leather boots with silver saddle buckles made a crisp sound of 'tatakata' as they stepped on the floor.

This was the first time for Zhang Xiao to come to the Ministry of Magic. He looked at the surrounding environment with a curious look that looked at a rare scene.

The Ministry of Magic is different from what we see in the movies, or it may be difficult for ordinary people to use their imagination to construct the whimsical ideas of wizards.

They also couldn't understand the incredible things a wizard could do with a wand.

This is a very long corridor, and at the end is a magnificent hall.

The floor was covered with dark wooden floors that had been polished brightly.

The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

The walls on all sides are paneled with glossy dark wooden boards, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden boards. Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard suddenly appeared from a fireplace on the left.

And to the right, there were several people lining up in front of each fireplace, waiting to leave.

Dumbledore deliberately slowed down his pace to give Zhang Xiao time to watch: "It's spectacular, isn't it? Zhang.

It took wizards hundreds of years, and even with the help of goblins, to build such a secret space underground. "

Zhang Xiao nodded, still looking curiously.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain.

In the center of the fountain is the famous statue that appeared several times in the original work.

It was made entirely of gold and was larger than life.

The tallest among them is a handsome wizard, holding his wand high and pointing directly at the sky.

Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house elf.

Centaurs, goblins and house elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration. Sparkling jets of water shot out from the top of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrow, from the tip of the goblin's hat, and from the two ears of the house elf.

There were ding-dong-ding-dong, the sound of rushing water, and the popping and popping sounds of disembodied people.

There were also the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of witches and wizards. With the lifeless expressions characteristic of social animals on their faces, they strode towards the row of golden doors at the end of the foyer.

Zhang Xiao suddenly asked curiously: "Principal Dumbledore, how many wizards are there in the British wizarding world?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment: "There are probably more than 20,000 people."

More than 20,000? Let’s just say, how can 3,000 people support the Ministry of Magic with over 1,000 employees?

He shook his head and walked past the fountain in the center of the foyer, only to find many sparkling silver Sickles and Copper Nuts under the pool.

A stained little sign nearby reads: All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

Isn't this a wishing pool? It would be right to put a statue of a tortoise there!

"Professor, will this money really go to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic?"

Dumbledore took out a golden Galleons and threw it in:

“This is certain.

In fact, there is a counter under the statue. It will only be cleared when it reaches a certain amount. Let me take a look. Oh, there are still dozens of Galleons missing. "

Zhang Xiao directly took out a large handful of Galleons from the Qiankun bag and threw it in. The golden Galleons collided in the air and made a crisp sound of 'ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong.'

The therapists at St. Mungo's are really good. Let's not talk about their skills. At least their attitudes are up to standard. Since they can be guaranteed to be given to St. Mungo's, let's donate a little.

The sound of Garen colliding suddenly attracted the attention of many people. They raised their heads and looked at the pool, and immediately spotted Dumbledore.

Many people stood there in astonishment, and then started talking quietly. The fatigue on their faces disappeared, replaced by excitement and speculation.

Some people in relevant departments have already thought of the order that just came from the minister's office.

Those orders were panicked and urgent, summoning the Wizengamot urgently, and they were running for these things at the moment.

Dumbledore blinked narrowly at Zhang Xiao: "Perhaps in terms of wealth alone, you have reached the pinnacle of wizards."

Sitting behind the table next to the sink was a wizard in peacock blue robes and a clean shaven beard.

Above his head is a sign that says "SAFETY CHECK".

The "Daily Prophet" he had been holding in his hand before had been quietly stuffed into the drawer.

At this moment, the wizard was standing, looking at Dumbledore with fear.

Dumbledore came over with Zhang Xiao and said gently:

"The security check still needs to be done, Eric. I remember your beautiful silent spell during the graduation exam."

The wizard named Eric's face turned red with excitement, and he stammered:

"Professor, do you still remember me? Even though I am so inconspicuous?"

Dumbledore nodded naturally:

"Why can't you remember? Eric, I remember you said your dream was to become an Auror.

Use your own magic wand to arrest those evildoers. "

Eric became more and more excited, Dumbledore really remembered him, even his dreams!

But soon, he lowered his head, his voice became bitter, and whispered:

"I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't fulfill my dream."

There is nothing that makes me happier than a respected teacher still remembering me, and there is nothing more uncomfortable than a high-spirited young man who has been wasted by life and stands in front of his teacher.

Dumbledore shook his head gently. At this moment, he was like a kind old man, looking at his students with a smile, and said gently:

"Eric, look up.

It’s not our abilities that define who we are, it’s our choices that determine that.

The Auror door has never been closed to you. "

Eric pursed his lips, his eyes became animated again, and he nodded heavily:

"Professor, I understand!"

He held up a long golden rod, as thin as a car antenna, and said with a smile:

"Before that, I still have to complete my duties. Professor Dumbledore, please come this way!"

Dumbledore nodded approvingly: "With pleasure!"

Eric used it to sweep Dumbledore's chest and back from top to bottom.

"Wand-" Eric suddenly slapped his head: "By the way, your wand is exempt from inspection."

Zhang Xiao spoke softly. He wanted to see if Dumbledore would take out the Elder Wand.

It seems that he rarely saw Dumbledore taking out his wand. Most of the time, the headmaster just waved his hand and got everything done.

Eric turned to Zhang Xiao: "It's your turn, Zhang."

Zhang Xiao raised his eyebrows, and Eric smiled and said, "You are a big celebrity, like us."

He paused and smiled sheepishly at Dumbledore.

“For those of us sitting on the sidelines, the Daily Prophet is our best friend.

I would even read the newspaper a dozen times~"

As he spoke, he completed the security check:

"I have to say, you did a great job, very well done, we are all very happy for you!"

Eric put away the antenna, gave Zhang Xiao a thumbs up, and then said:

"Wand!"

Zhang Xiao flipped his wrist and popped out his lightning strike wood wand from his sleeve.

Eric was stunned for a moment: "Cool! I've seen many Aurors hiding their wands like this. Well, I've actually practiced it before, but it's just abandoned now."

He dropped his wand on a strange-looking brass machine that looked like a scale.

The machine began to vibrate slightly.

"It usually takes a while, so don't worry about him."

Eric said with interest:

"Can I ask how you communicated with that giant dragon? That was a Norwegian Spinosaurus!

And the principal’s phoenix fights against the basilisk!

Oh my god”

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the brass balance.

The three people turned their heads in order, only to find that sparks of electricity had appeared on the wand, followed by an extremely angry buzz.

Zhang Xiao's heart suddenly thumped.

broken! I don’t have a good temper with this wand!

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