HP Magic Biography

For the staff of the Ministry of Magic, today is definitely a very bad day, being attacked for no reason? On the way to work?

Thinking of the attackers, this was probably the most outrageous thing Hogwarts had done in half a century.

Unlike in the past, Fan Lin was lying on the fence, watching Hermione hiding behind the box condescendingly.

It should be said that Ms. Mafalda stood on the side close to the box and secretly observed the colleagues who came next.

A few seconds later there was another weak pop, and a small wizard who looked like a ferret appeared in front of them.

Oh, hello, Mafalda.

Hi! said Hermione in a trilling voice, how are you today?

Not very well, actually, replied the little wizard, looking very dismayed. When Hermione and the wizard walked towards the avenue, Harry and Ron followed behind, and Fan Lin also stretched and followed.

I'm sorry to hear your answer, Hermione replied calmly as the little wizard explained his question. He had to be stopped before they hit the street.

Come on, eat some candy.

Huh? Oh, no, thank you...

I insist! said Hermione forcefully, waving a bag of medicine in front of him. The little wizard looked frightened, so he took out one and ate it. The effect was immediate, and as soon as the pill was in his mouth, the little wizard began to vomit so violently that he didn't notice Hermione pulling a handful of his hair.

Oh shit! said Hermione, watching him splatter vomit into the alley. Maybe you should take a day off!

No...no! He almost choked on vomiting, but insisted on walking, even though he could no longer walk straight. I must...today...must go...

Don't be stupid! Hermione warned him. You can't work like this...I think you should go to St. Mungo's Hospital and let them see you.

The wizard fell to the ground and tried to get up on all fours, still trying to crawl towards the street.

You can't work like this! Hermione yelled, and finally he accepted what she was saying, and put out a hand to grab Hermione so that he could stand up. He disappeared at the end of the road, leaving only The purse that Ron had snatched from his hand, and some vomit that was still splattering.

Well, said Hermione, lifting the skirt of her robes to keep the vomit off, so why don't we stun him?

Who knows... Fan Lin jumped down from a high place, Just think of it as finding a new client for Fred... Besides, don't you think that if someone finds a bunch of unconscious people, it will cause a lot of trouble? More attention, he's kind of passionate about his job, isn't he? Throw your hair in the potion!

Two minutes later, Ron stood before them in the form of the sick little ferret wizard, taking the folded navy blue robes out of his pouch and putting them on. Strange why he didn't wear it today, didn't he? I watched him for a few days and I really don't know how much more he has to do? Anyway, according to the label on the back, I'm Ray Katemore now...

Wait here, Hermione said to Harry, who was still under the cloak, we'll bring back some hair for the two of you, you two are so striking.

This is probably the price of fame. Fan Lin said sadly, his eyes still fixed on the front.

He and Harry waited for ten minutes, but hiding in this alley full of vomit, with the unconscious Mafalda hiding behind the door, the terrible feeling made Fan Lin feel that the time was even longer.

Maybe a minute or two, or ten minutes, and finally Ron and Hermione reappeared.

We don't know who they are, said Hermione, handing Harry and Van Lin some curly black hair, but the brunette came home with a bad nosebleed, and he's tall, and you need a bigger robes...

She pulled out a robe that Kreacher had ironed for them, and Harry changed it, drank the potion, and transformed.

Once the painful transformation was over he was over six feet tall, with arms full of muscle. He still has a beard. Put the invisibility cloak and eyes in the new robes, and he was with the two of them.

Oh, that's horrible, said Ron, looking at Harry, who was much taller than him.

Not bad, it reminds me of Carat. Fan Lin stroked his chin, So, what about mine?

Here! Hermione said, and put a gold stick into the compound potion, and the compound potion immediately turned into a beautiful golden color.

Couldn't this be a girl? Fan Lin paused and asked, it was rare for a boy's hair to make compound soup with such a dazzling color.

No, I got it, on the way to work. Ron said, He said hello to us, poor guy, we don't know him, but you can be sure, he has a terrible fever now.

Fan Lin nodded, and drank the compound decoction. In fact, the change in color does not determine the taste. This thing tastes terrible.

Fan Lin felt that his clothes had shrunk a little and felt tight on his body, but there was not much change. Maybe it was Fan Lin's illusion, but this person really looked like a lady to him.

Fan Lin touched his chest.

Are you sure this is a man? Fan Lin asked here, Anyway, I think I need to change into some unisex clothes.

No, not really, Hermione said, shaking her head, I think he looks like he's wearing a cloak, so you are.

It may sound contradictory, but you may have met a Mr. Personality and dreamed of being the opposite of yourself.

Oh, well, I said why he looks so delicate. Ron said, Anyway, you won the lottery...

Don't worry about it so much, Fan Lin shook his head, I don't have time, it's almost nine o'clock, make sure that each of your gold coins is intact, send me a message and try?

The four communicated quickly. After ensuring that the gold coins were working properly, the exploration of the Ministry of Magic could be considered as the real start.

Together they walked briskly out of the alley and along the crowded sidewalk for fifty yards to a staircase with two rows of black handrails fringed with flowers, with MEN on one side and LADY on the other.

See you later, said Hermione nervously, as she staggered down the ladies' side of the stairs.

And Fan Lin, Harry, and Ron walked down this weird-looking underground public toilet made of black and white bricks and tiles together with a group of weirdly dressed men.

Good morning, Ray! greeted another wizard in navy blue robes, who was entering a hut that he had opened by inserting a golden token through a slit in the door. Those fugitives are such a headache that we have to go to work this way. Who do they want to find? Harry Potter? Or Valin El? The black market is crazy, but no one can do it, can they?

The wizard laughed loudly at his own cleverness, Fan Lin lightly touched Ron with his elbow, and Ron also smiled in agreement.

Yeah, he said, how stupid, isn't it?

Then they also entered this small room.

Harry felt the sound of water rushing all around him.

Harry bent over to peek at the corner of the little room, just in time to see a pair of booted feet approaching the toilet next door, and he turned to his left to see Ron looking at him in astonishment.

So, we have to rush ourselves in? Fan Lin whispered, but his high-pitched voice couldn't conceal the unrest in his heart.

It seems so, Harry whispered, too; his voice was low and rough.

They all stood up, which made Fan Lin feel extra stupid. Fan Lin tried to put both feet into the toilet bowl.

Right away, though, they realized they had done the right thing; though they seemed to be standing in the water, their shoes, feet, and robes were dry.

I bet, there is a fireplace connected to it. Fan Lin said, I really hope that Hermione can accept such a method.

Maybe you won't be able to go to bed for the next few days. Harry rarely joked.

Hehe... see you next time Fan Lin sneered, he raised his hand and pulled the rope, it felt like falling down a small waterfall, the feeling of Floo powder, but maybe the centrifugal feeling was a little worse, no In two seconds the Ministry fireplace loomed before them.

Fan Lin stood up awkwardly. So far, Fan Lin is not very used to his current body.

The hall seemed darker than Fan Lin's impression. A golden fountain once filled the hall, shimmering the wooden floors and walls. A huge black stone now occupies the entire scene. It was quite frightening, with statues of wizards and witches sitting on ornately carved thrones, watching Ministry staff come and go from the fireplace.

A foot-high lettering on the bottom of the carving reads: MAGIC IS POWER.

There is no doubt that this comes from the handwriting of the Death Eaters, who have never hidden their ideas.

But before he could figure it out, Harry felt a cool breeze behind him, and another wizard rushed out of the fireplace behind him.

Get out of the way, you can't...

Oh, I'm sorry, Rekona...

He bumped into Harry, and the bald wizard looked really frightened, and he ran away immediately. Apparently the wizard Harry turned into, Rekona, was very domineering.

Hush! Fan Lin hurriedly looked around, and saw a little witch and a ferret-like wizard waving at them from the Department of Magical Maintenance on the other side of the statue.

Are you alright? Hermione whispered to Fan Lin.

Not very good, at least I don't like the method, and what should my name be now? Fan Lin was a little confused.

I don't know. Hermione shook her head and looked at Harry.

Oh, it's funny...it's scary, isn't it? she said to Harry, who was still staring at the statue.

Can you see what they're sitting on? Harry took a closer look, realizing that what he thought was an ornately carved throne was actually a collection of human sculptures: thousands of bodies, men, women And the children, all ugly and stupid looking, twisted and pressed together to support the weight of the dashing robed wizard above.

Muggles, whispered Hermione, in their so-called fair place, come on. Let's go.

Together with a group of wizards, they walked towards the golden door at the end of the hall, and looked around carefully as much as possible, but they didn't find anything out of the ordinary like Umbridge. As for the Alex that Fan Lin wanted to find, I didn't even see it.

They entered a slightly smaller hall through the gate, and the crowd began to line up in front of the elevator in the twelve golden cubicles. They almost entered the nearest one when a voice called out: Katemore!

They looked around, and Harry felt his stomach churn as he watched one of the Death Eaters from the night Dumbledore died striding towards them. The Ministry of Magic staff behind them fell silent, looking dejected. Harry could feel their fear. The man's sullen, somewhat savage face did not match his magnificent robe, embroidered with gold thread.

Someone in the crowd around the elevator said flatteringly, Good morning, Alex! But Alex ignored him.

I asked someone from the Department of Magical Maintenance to fix my office, Katemore, and it's still leaking. Ron looked around for someone to interrupt him, but no one spoke.

Rain leaking...your office? It's—this isn't great, is it? Ron smiled nervously, and Alex's eyes widened.

You think this is funny? Katemore? The two witches rushed out from the line waiting for the elevator.

No, said Ron, of course not funny

You know I'm going downstairs to interrogate your wife, Katemore? I'm actually surprised you weren't waiting for me with her hand in hand. You've got her on your back, haven't you? Be wise, next time. Marry a pureblood.

I-I- Ron stammered.

If my wife had been accused of being a Mudblood, said Alex, —I certainly wouldn't have made the dirty mistake of marrying such a woman... The head of the Enforcement Department had his work to do, and I would Do the job, Katemore, you know what I mean?

Yes Ron whispered.

Then get to work, Katemore, if my office isn't dry in an hour, your wife's blood problem will be worse than it is now.

The grating in front of them creaked open, and with a listless and unpleasant nod and grin at Harry, who was clearly aware that he would be treated the same way Katemore was, Alex walked to the other elevator.

And Van Lin, Hermione, Harry, and Ron also entered theirs, but no one followed them, as if they had an infectious disease.

The gate slammed shut and the elevator began to climb upwards.

What am I going to do? Ron asked the other two at once, looking shocked. If I hadn't shown up, my wife... I mean, Katemore's wife...

Maybe you can go to Alex's office to clean up... Fan Lin said, This is a good opportunity... Oh, forget it, I think I should go with you and finish him within an hour.

Okay, but don't get their attention, said Ron. And then?

I think you need to visit your wife in the courtroom, Ron, said Hermione. It's hard to forget that Alex is going to do this.

Oh, I remembered... Ron smacked his forehead, So I have a wife now?

If possible, there is a child Ron! Harry's voice was low and sexy...

I think I need to spend a little time reacquainting myself...

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