Journey to the Wizarding World of Hogwarts

Compared to Harry's skeptical life, Hermione and Ginny, although not as exaggerated, still frowned.

Sirius opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but was kicked quickly by Robert.

He glared at Robert with some displeasure. When he saw the other person shaking his head, he seemed to understand something, so he stopped talking.

As a powerful organization, the Ministry of Magic has some unspoken rules.

Auror admissions are not set in stone.

How else could Robert's father, Charles, become an Auror?

His old man is all A!

In fact, there are times when Aurors really lower their admission requirements - during the war, anyone who is interested can participate in Auror training and become an Auror, but the prerequisite is that you must fight against dark wizards.

The three young wizards had a heated discussion, and they became more interested in the mysterious and powerful Auror.

It wasn't until Sirius repeatedly promised that he would take them to visit the Auror office tomorrow that they reluctantly went to bed to rest.

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief and said to Robert with some depression, "For the first time, I discovered that getting along with little wizards is not an easy thing." He smacked his lips, "This curiosity is too strong, right? ?”

Despite his words, Sirius's eyes were full of smiles and his expression became more and more serious.

His adopted son made a request and he immediately fulfilled it!

good! open! Heart!

If it wasn't for the fact that he had to keep a little secret, Sirius might have immediately turned into a dog and run wildly through the castle.

"So...you joined the Ministry of Magic?" Robert looked strange, "I remember you said before that people from the Ministry of Magic asked you to be a striker."

"Yes, the captain of the first battalion team, but I refused." Sirius shrugged, "Batters are not good people. In fact, good people can't stay in the position of batter for long. What they face is The most evil group of dark wizards, you must be more evil, cunning, and cold-blooded than them to defeat them."

"You know, after the fall of Voldemort, some Death Eaters surrendered, admitted their mistakes, and were willing to use all their property to compensate those who had been harmed. But most of the strikers not only accepted their compensation, but also killed Some dead Death Eaters who had surrendered."

He smacked his lips and said, "In fact, not all Death Eaters are bad people. At that time, some purebloods had realized the true face of Voldemort, and they secretly hid a lot..." Black seemed to want to say a word. , but swallowed it back, "I have also received favors from many people who opposed Voldemort, but I only found out when I visited them some time ago..."

Sirius sighed, "So, strikers are not good birds. Years of fighting against dangerous and evil dark wizards have made their characters twisted, paranoid, and cruel." He nodded, as if to strengthen his belief, "I I don’t want to be the same type of person as them.”

"So..." Robert looked at him, "You are an Auror now?"

"To be precise, they want me to be the Head of Auror Office." Sirius shrugged, "But the current head of the Aurors is Rufus Scrimgeour, who has been the Head of Auror Office for a very long time. , and he also has an heir, why should I find it unpleasant, so I told them that with my ability, let alone a group of people, I can't even bring one person."

He showed a malicious smile, "I am just an ordinary Auror now. If you don't want to stay in the office, you can find any excuse to leave, such as developing informants or discovering any dark magic items that need to be dealt with. It's very leisurely. .”

It sounds really willful.

"Is there no problem if we go on a visit together?" Robert was a little worried, "What if we meet someone who is looking for trouble?"

"How could someone come here to cause trouble!" Sirius said confidently, "I am the hero they call us! And there is Harry too! They are blind to come to us for trouble!"

Although Sirius vowed that there would be absolutely no problems with their visit, the development of things is not dependent on human will.

To put it simply...

On his first day on the job, Mr. Black was given a scolding.

"Sirius Black." The other party looked at Uncle Dog from top to bottom with very critical eyes, "I heard that you are the only one left in the Black family? No wonder you came to work in the Ministry of Magic. Where did they let you go? Department? It must be the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, right?"

Harry opened his mouth and wanted to ask what the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was and whether there were many magical creatures in it. He had a strong curiosity about those things.

But Ginny grabbed him.

Where they are now is a little bit speechless.

A group of people huddled in an abandoned red phone booth, with a wall behind it that had been painted over. Of course, ignoring the several pieces of glass above the phone booth that had disappeared for unknown reasons, this was indeed an ordinary phone booth. That’s all.

Like Mr. Weasley's car, the space inside the phone booth is very large, and two adult wizards and four young wizards can fit perfectly into it.

Sirius was naturally not someone who would suffer a loss. He looked at the other party in confusion and asked in a puzzled tone, "Who are you?"

The other party glared and looked at Sirius with a murderous look for a long time before saying, "Rufus Fudge, Minister Fudge is my uncle."

"Oh." Sirius tilted his head, "If you didn't tell me, I would have thought you were Scrimgeour's nephew. Could it be that you are here to work too?"

Rufus curled his lips, "It is enough that one person from the Fudge family is in the Ministry of Magic. Our Fudge family..."

"Ah... you must have never entered the Ministry of Magic from here." Sirius suddenly raised his voice and interrupted Mr. Fudge's words, which made his face look ugly, but he didn't care about this. He today I just brought my adopted son and his friends to play! "See that telephone? Pick up the receiver."

Harry looked at the phone and asked with some uncertainty, "Blake, are you sure...this thing works? It seems to be broken..."

No wonder Harry thought so. This poor phone was crookedly nailed to the wall. It looked like someone had tried hard to pull it off before, but failed, so the other party tried to fix it. on the microphone.

The length of the microphone cable is a bit exaggerated, which makes people have to suspect that the other party has pulled out all the cables.

If that was the case, Harry felt that the call in front of him was probably hopeless.