Together [HP]

"Amelia, this is my daughter. Jacqueline, this is the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones." Finally, Yuna finally met a broad, square-jawed , a witch with short gray hair and a monocle came out.

Burns stood in front of Jacqueline, staring at her through her glasses, and soon, she laughed out loud and held out her hand to Jacqueline, "Of course she is, like you It was carved out of the same mold. Hello, Jacqueline, as you probably don't know, I'm your brother's godmother. I was supposed to be there, too, at your christening." She didn't seem to go to Jacqueline He regarded the baptism as a shame, "But I have to take care of my brother's affairs first, the mysterious man killed his family. Alright,"

She pulled Jacqueline forward, "You didn't come to listen to what I said. Your mother told me that you would like to inherit the Graham family, right? Oh, Merlin bless you. This is not a good job , but what can I say? You get what you pay for. Right, Yuna,"

"I thought that after you became the director, you kept your mouth shut."

Burns raised his eyebrows, "Remember what I said, Jacqueline, your mother was much more interesting before than she is now, since she became the patriarch of your family... If she has always been like this, you and you... ..."

Burns suddenly stopped in the middle of his speech.They had just reached the corridor on the ninth floor. Arthur Weasley and Harry were standing a few steps away from them. In front of them was a tall man with glossy blond hair. , a sharp white face.

"I don't think there are some private matters between myself and the Minister that need your attention, Potter," Malfoy said, wiping the front of his robes.They heard distinctly a faint tinkling, as if his pockets were full of gold. "Honestly, you can't expect the rest of us to indulge you just because you're Dumbledore's favorite? Well, Minister, shall we go to your office now?"

"Of course," said Fudge, turning his back on Harry and Mr. Weasley, "this way, Lucius."

They strode away, talking in low voices.Mr. Weasley waited until they had disappeared into the elevator before releasing Harry's shoulders.

"If they're going to talk things over, why isn't he waiting outside Fudge's office?" Harry asked angrily. "What's he doing down here?"

"The way I see it, he's trying to sneak into the courtroom," said Mr. Weasley, looking very distraught.

"But it looks like his gold coins didn't get him into the courtroom," Burns said with a frown.

"There is no reason, you can't slander a pure-blood wizard for no reason." Yuna's tone was cold.

"Ah, of course you would say that, you cunning fellow." Burns snorted, and the elevator came, but there was no one in it, only a bunch of notes flying around Mr. Weasley's head. "I dare say, as long as you find the evidence, you will turn your face faster than anyone else. Now, Arthur, don't get stuck here. Mrs. Graham and I have important things to do."

"Of course," Arthur said in a low voice to the people in the elevator as he walked into the elevator and pressed the button to the lobby, "we all wondered if Fudge was under the Imperius Curse, but Dumbledore thought Mr. Fudge At present, he is acting according to his own wishes. But, in the words of Dumbledore, this does not bring much comfort to people."

"I don't think it's appropriate for you to talk about these things here." Burns also lowered her voice, and she pressed the button to go to the second basement floor. "But Fudge should really draw a line with the Malfoys."

The elevator doors swung open, and Arthur pushed Harry out, and the lobby was now almost empty.

The door rattled shut and the elevator continued its ascent.

"Floor seven, the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, containing the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch League, the official Gobstone Club and the Burlesque Products Patent Office."

The elevator doors opened, and Jacqueline glimpsed a haphazard corridor with posters of various Quidditch teams clumsily plastered on the walls.

The door was closed, and the elevator shook slightly and continued to rise. The woman's voice announced: "The sixth floor, Department of Magical Transportation, includes the Floo Network Administration, Broomstick Management and Control Bureau, Portkey Office and Apparition Test Center."

The elevator door was opened again, and four or five wizards walked in.At the same time, several paper airplanes whizzed into the elevator.Jacqueline watched them fly slowly above her head, they were a light purple in color, and Jacqueline saw the "Ministry of Magic" stamped on the side of the wing.

"That's a note between departments," Yuna told her, eyes full of disgust. "They used to use owls, but the mess was unbelievable. There was feces all over the desk."

The elevator rattled up again, and the notes danced around the lamp hanging from the ceiling of the elevator.

"The fifth floor, the Department of International Magic Cooperation, includes the International Magic Trade Standards Association, the International Magic Law Office and the British seat of the International Federation of Magicians."

The door opened, and two notes whizzed out with several wizards, but several more notes swished in, flying around the lamp above their heads, making the light flicker .

"The fourth floor, the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, contains the Office of Beasts, Outliers and Ghosts, the Goblin Liaison Office and the Pest Advisory Office."

"I'm sorry, please let me go." A wizard holding a turkey said.He stepped out of the elevator.A small group of notes flew out.The elevator doors clanged shut again.

"If you can, don't come here, even if your father asks you not to come here. Theirs is worse than the owl tower." Jacqueline looked around carefully. When many wizards heard this sentence , couldn't help but nodded.

"The third tier, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, contains the Reversal of Incidents Team, Amnestics Command and the Muggle Conciliation Committee."

At this floor, almost everyone has gone out, only Jacqueline, Yuna and Burns are left in the elevator.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.”

"Here we are," Burns said, leading them out. They came to a corridor with doors on both sides. "My office is at the top."

"Bones," Jacqueline thought for a moment, "ma'am," they said as they walked past a window through which bright sunlight streamed in, "we're still underground, aren't we?"

"Ah, yes," said Burns. "It's an enchanted window. Enchanted Maintenance decides what the weather is like for us every day. They're a fat job there. Last time there was a hurricane here for two months, Because they want a raise. Come, this way."

They turned a corner, passed through two heavy oak doors, and entered a rambling, open area divided into cubicles, full of chatter and laughter.Messaging notes flew in and out of the cubicles like miniature rockets.A sign hung crookedly on the nearest cubicle: AUROR COMMAND.

"This should feel like home to you," Burns said. "Let me see," Burns stood looking in the door as they passed.Aurors plastered the walls of their cubicles with everything from portraits of wanted wizards, to pictures of their families, to posters of their favorite Quidditch teams, and the Daily Prophet The articles cut from the Internet are really varied and all-encompassing.A man in a purple robe with a ponytail longer than Bill's at the back of his head was dictating a report into his quill with his boots up on the desk.

"Looks like Rufus and Sean aren't here," Yuna said. "If they come back later, we can find a place to eat nearby, Amelia, your restaurant is terrible, I never understood Why doesn't anyone want to improve their dining environment."

"I'm so sorry, I almost forgot your house elves spoiled your stomach," Burns said angrily as she led them through a second oak gate and down another road. Aisle, they walked until the end of the corridor, which was a large area, where a dozen wizards and witches sat in rows of small desks, which were similar to school desks, only much smoother and less graffitied.The wizards waved and twirled their wands in unison, and squares of confetti floated in the air like little pink kites.

"That's the process of making the booklet." Burns introduced, while unscrewing a mahogany door, a brass sign hung on the wooden door: Amelia Burns, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Ministry of Magic Director

Jacqueline followed Yuna into the room, she was a little surprised, this is not like a director's office, but should be Hufflepuff's common room, although she has never been in, but she thinks Hufflepuff's This is what a common room should be.

Plants of various colors covered the entire room, and against the wall was a large, wide and tall bookcase.On the wall are photographs of what appear to be previous directors.There are countless files stacked on the table.

"She's a Hufflepuff." Yuna solved Jacquiline's confusion, "It seems like they can't survive without these plants, isn't that right, Amelia."

"Be careful, Yuna." Amelia took out a thick and old buckskin book from the cabinet of her desk, "If one day you fall into my hands."

"I'll pay attention." Yuna took off the ring on her index finger and pressed it into a groove on the cover of the buckskin book.The buckskin book opened slowly.

"Here, write your name on it," said Bones, but she gave Jacqueline no quill.

"But, I need a pen." Jacqueline looked at Burns cautiously.

"You didn't tell her, did you?" Burns looked a little gloating.

"Use your wand, Jacqueline." Yuna gave Burns a dissatisfied look.

Jacqueline pursed her lips, drew her wand, and wrote her name on the blank parchment in front of her.

The words on the parchment flashed and slowly turned golden, and then it slowly shrank and shrunk. At the same time, densely packed small characters began to appear on the parchment.Jacqueline stared at her name, and saw, before hers was Una's name, before it was Raymond, before it was Arthur, before it was...

Burns closed the buckskin book directly, and she held out her hand to Jacqueline, "Congratulations, future Marquis Graham."

"Come to dinner with us, Amelia."

"I'm quite willing." Burns sat on his chair and spread out a file, "But my work needs me. But you can send me the lunch you owe me directly."

"Okay then," Yuna nodded at her, "see you later, Amelia."

"See you later."