Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

For a while, Gunter's old house became quiet...

......

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wilson. Are you going to work again?"

In an apartment building, there was a middle-aged man in a strict suit with gold-rimmed square eyes on his face.

After hearing the greetings from the neighbor couple, he was taken aback for a moment, and finally realized after a while. A reluctant smile appeared on his stiff face, and he replied dryly:

"Yeah...yes...work...it's a work day..."

Seeing Mr. Wilson's state, the wife of the neighbor couple felt a little awkward, but she couldn't describe the specific awkwardness.

"...uh...well...good luck..."

Hearing the neighbor's words, Mr. Wilson nodded silently, took a deep look at the neighbors and his wife, frowned slightly, turned around and left at a faster pace.

In the apartment, the neighbor's wife also frowned as she looked at the distant figure.

"Darling... Do you feel that something is wrong with Mr. Wilson today?"

Hearing what his wife said, the husband asked blankly:

"...Is something wrong?"

Then he thought for a while, and said with a face of sudden realization:

"...Maybe the government is in trouble again, and Mr. Wilson is in trouble... You know how unreliable our country's government is..."

As soon as the husband started talking, the wife immediately forgot the slight disharmony she felt just now, and together with her lover, she took stock of the shortcomings of the government department, one by one, as if the British Empire was about to collapse. like...

In the bedroom of the house opposite the couple, a person who looked exactly like Mr. Wilson just now was lying on the ground with his eyes closed and his face pale.

Looking at his appearance, it is obvious that the body is already cold...

......

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wilson. Would you like a newspaper?"

"Mr. Wilson, would you like some fresh coffee?"

This Mr. Wilson is very popular. Many people know him in Westminster, the most important municipality under Greater London and the administrative center of the whole of England.

But it was obvious that Mr. Wilson wasn't in a very good mood today, and he didn't pay any attention to the intentions of these vendors who usually greeted him warmly, and just walked forward on his own.

The city of Westminster is also known as the city of Westminster. Its status in the UK is like that of the capital's second ring road in China.

Buckingham Palace, Clarence Palace, the Houses of Parliament, No. [-] Downing Street and other extremely important administrative places are all located in this municipality.

Here is the center of British politics, economy, culture and other aspects!

This is true in the Muggle world, and it is also true in the wizarding world!

The most important landmarks of the wizarding world, such as Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, and Gringotts, are also located in this area. Of course, the Ministry of Magic is no exception!

The Ministry of Magic, or the British Ministry of Magic, was founded in the seventeenth century as a reorganization of an organization called the Wizarding Council.

In the beginning, the role of the Ministry of Magic was only to enforce the "Wizard Secrecy Act" signed at that time.

Later, with the common development of the wizarding world and the Muggle world, more and more matters were under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic. Until now, it has become the most authoritative official organization of the wizarding world.

Not only is it responsible for maintaining the secrecy law, legislation, law enforcement, trial, execution, and the registration and management of various administrative affairs are all within the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic.

Even the work of communicating the worlds of wizards and Muggles is done by the Ministry of Magic.

In order to facilitate contact with the Prime Minister of the Muggle world, the Ministry of Magic also deliberately located its office below Whitehall in Westminster.

Few Muggles know that there is such a magical world under the ground of their most important administrative center.

What no one knows is that our Mr. Wilson is also a member of this magical world.

"...Director Wilson?"

A dirty street, a few dilapidated buildings, a bar, and a messy painted wall, and the smell of a sewer backwash in the air.

In this seemingly ordinary neighborhood, even homeless people don't like to spend the night here. No one would have thought that this is the gateway to the magical world of the Ministry of Magic!

The phone booth in the middle of the block, when you use the phone here to dial 62442, which is the spelling combination of the letters MAGIC on the keyboard.

There will be a special reception witch who will ask you about your identity and the reason for your visit. After you explain, a silver badge with your name and reason for your visit will be spit out from the coin slot.

Bring your badge, and the phone booth will be like a helicopter elevator in the Muggle world, sending you to the underground hall. After passing the security check in the hall, you will be able to reach the Ministry of Magic smoothly!

Of course, this is only the visitor's entrance. If it is an internal staff member of the Ministry of Magic, it is far less troublesome.

In the corner of the block, there are several public toilets standing there. The toilet pits are clogged all the year round, emitting an unpleasant smell. Coupled with the effect of the Muggle Repelling Spell, no one will really go to the toilet here.

The entrance and exit for the staff of the Ministry of Magic is set up here.

Enter the public toilet, turn the flush port, there will be a strong suction coming from the toilet drain.

The person sitting on the toilet will turn into a cloud of pale green flames, with a stream of shiny dust rolling in, rushing straight towards the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Compared with telephone booths, this method is much faster and more convenient, but due to the image problem, many high-ranking officials complained about this method of access.

Before Voldemort's rise, officials of the Ministry of Magic all entered and exited the Ministry of Magic directly through apparition.

Only later, under the threat of Voldemort, the Ministry of Magic had to activate the anti-apparition device, and required every staff member to pass through the security checkpoint in the lobby to enter and exit the Ministry of Magic.

Now, these two entrances and exits are the only passages leading to the Ministry of Magic!

"...Didn't you ask for leave? Are you feeling better?"

A short, fat witch in a bright pink dress shouted artificially in her very tired voice.

"what..."

The annoying chirping sound woke up Mr. Wilson, who was obviously thinking about something. He turned his head and glanced at the toad-like security inspector in front of him, and frowned.

"...Is there something wrong with my wand?"

"of course not..."

Hearing Director Wilson's impatient tone, the female security inspector, who wanted to please the leader, panicked, hurriedly returned the wand to Director Wilson, and smiled carefully:

"...twelve-inch, yew, dragonheart wand, a fine wand, just like yours..."

Director Wilson became more and more impatient, took back his wand, looked down at the employee's badge, narrowed his eyes and said:

"Ms Umbridge...do your own thing!"

After speaking, regardless of Umbridge's embarrassing expression, he pushed open the gate and left without looking back.

In the same place, Umbridge, who failed to become an intern at the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic Office due to the influence of the butterfly's wings, could only watch Director Wilson go away with a smile on his face.

Who made her offend the Defense Against the Dark Arts strategy and tactics consultant?

In the eyes of the Minister of Magic, an intern who flirts with others is far less important than a defense against the dark arts expert with real skills, even though that expert is not a pure blood...

"Director Wilson!"

"Director Wilson!"

All the employees who come and go are in a hurry, and there are many young people who are imposing.

These people are the newly recruited Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, and all of them are elites. There is absolutely no one who can't even release the Iron Armor Curse 20 years later.

The busy staff would stop and say hello every time they saw Director Wilson.

Although the Department of Magical Transportation is not a powerful department, as the head of the department, Wilson's majesty cannot be underestimated.

"Ok!"

Looking at the people who came and greeted, Wilson didn't mean to stop. He nodded slightly and walked towards the main hall without stopping.

The Ministry of Magic is a building built underground, with a total of ten floors, and each floor has different divisions stationed and working.

The first basement floor, which is the highest floor of the Ministry of Magic, is the office of the Minister of Magic, while the floor directly accessible by the Ministry of Magic's access is set on the eighth basement floor.

There is no department stationed on this floor, just where the security gate and the main hall are located.

The so-called main hall is actually the lobby and reception area of ​​the Ministry of Magic headquarters, which is used to welcome incoming Ministry visitors and employees.

It was a long and resplendent hall, with a polished dark wooden floor and a peacock-blue ceiling inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a huge High-altitude bulletin board.

There are many gold-plated fireplaces embedded in the walls on both sides of the main hall. In peacetime, the fireplaces on both sides are the means of transportation for employees to go to work in various places.

It's a pity that the Floo network link of the fireplace is now blocked, and the fireplace is also blocked by a thick layer of iron gates.

If the employees want to go in and out, they must first leave the Ministry of Magic through the public toilets, and travel long distances in Apparition or through the post office in Diagon Alley not far away, which is very troublesome.

In the middle of the main hall is a Magic Brothers fountain. In the center of the fountain are two golden statues with a height of eight meters.

Crossing the main hall and walking to the end of the hall, you can see a row of golden doors, each door is a lift, here is the only passage to each floor.

"Director Wilson!"

"Ok!"

The elevator opened, and two staff members greeted him again. Wilson nodded silently, stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button leading to the sixth basement, Department of Magic and Transportation.

As the two employees left, the elevator closed slowly. In the elevator, Director Wilson took a deep breath, helped his eyes that were not used to it, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, his right hand was still tight Holding the wand.

Ding dong, the elevator door opened, and a staff member in charge of reception and diversion raised his head involuntarily when he heard the sound.

"Huh? Director Wilson? You...didn't you ask for leave today..."

Seeing the staff's puzzled expression, Wilson pulled a forced smile on his stiff face again, looked at the staff, coughed lightly and said:

"Ahem... Phew!

That's right, beheading the lord a few days ago... The dark lord's tactics failed, the minister was afraid of the dark... The dark lord implemented an anti-beheading plan, and asked me to check the anti-apparition device and the Floo network blocking device!

Ahem... Just to be on the safe side, take me to check it again! "

Hearing the director's words, the employee nodded suddenly.

These matters are originally the scope of Director Wilson's responsibility. During special periods, it is not uncommon for temporary inspections to be carried out, and there is nothing wrong with it.

"OK then..."

The clerk said, put down the quill in his hand, stood up, and walked towards the anti-apparition office.

The walls on both sides are black in the center, and the edges are gradually whitening. While adding a solemn atmosphere to the Ministry of Magic, it also makes people feel a little bit of pressure.

Today's Director Wilson felt this feeling. Although nothing special happened along the way, his heart was still beating non-stop.

'Plop~'

'Plop~'

'Plop~'

"It's here... ah..."

Director Wilson was not careful, he didn't stop, and hit the employee.

But the staff's subconscious exclamation aroused Wilson's stress response!

"Avada eats a big melon!"

'Ring ring ring! ! ! '

The subconscious reaction took the life of the staff, but also alarmed the Ministry of Magic.

The sharp and ear-piercing siren instantly broke the peace of the Ministry of Magic!

"Who!

"There are enemies!"

"where!"

"Someone invaded!"

"The Unforgivable Curse, the Killing Curse!"

"The sixth floor! It's the Department of Magical Transportation!"

"Department of Magical Traffic?!?! Oops!"

Oops!

It is indeed bad!

Holding the wand in his hand, Wilson slammed it into the big lock in the center of the door of the forbidden room.

In an instant, a burst of red light split from the center of the door of the forbidden room, with the wand as the center, split into irregular rectangles.