HP meets at Hogwarts

Chapter 190 Magic is Power

Early in the morning on August [-]st, Harry woke up energetically, packed his things, and went downstairs.Hermione and Ron were already in the kitchen.

"I was just going to call you upstairs," said Ron. "How did you sleep last night?"

"Very good." Harry said that getting enough sleep can really bring confidence and vitality to people.

"Breakfast is ready." Hermione served the breakfast.

When the three opened the door, they found six men in long cloaks standing vigilantly at the side of the square, staring at houses 11 and 13.

"Huh, that's silly," said Ron.

"Never mind them, let's go." Harry said, "The Invisibility Cloak can no longer cover the three of us. Ron and I will go first, and then I will pick you up, Hermione."

"it is good."

After a brief moment of darkness and a feeling of suffocation, Harry found himself standing with Ron in an alley.The two looked at each other and nodded, and Harry took Hermione over again.

According to the plan, the first part of the operation will be carried out here.The alley was empty except for two large trash cans.The first Ministry staff wouldn't show up until at least eight o'clock.

Cannot replace high-level Ministry of Magic personnel, they are closely monitored.But it is not easy to find a little power.Fortunately, I found it too.

Hermione glanced at her watch, "She's due in five minutes."

Ron put the Invisibility Cloak on Hermione, and Harry took cover behind a locked fire door covered in graffiti.

A little over four minutes later, they heard a soft poof, and a small Ministry witch with fluttering gray hair Apparated a few feet in front of them, eyes a little blinded by the sudden light.The sun had just emerged from behind a cloud, but before she could enjoy the unexpected warmth, Hermione's silent stun spell hit her chest, and she fell down.

"Nice job, Hermione." Ron praised, and he and Harry stepped forward and dragged the unconscious witch into the space behind the fire doors, which was an empty theater that was closed during the day.

Hermione plucked a few hairs from the witch's head, took a cloudy bottle of Polyjuice Potion from her satchel, and added the hair.Ron rummaged through the witch's bag.

"Found it, the proof coins that Ann said." Ron handed Hermione a few small gold coins with MOM "the acronym for the Ministry of Magic" embossed on it.He glanced at the small card he took out again, "Mafalda Hopkirk, the middle assistant of the Department of Misuse of Magic, that's right, that's her. The plan says she will be called to Umbridge occasionally office so you have a reason to go to her office."

The Polyjuice Potion had turned a pleasant lavender, and Hermione drank it, and within seconds Mafalda Hopkirk stood before them.She took Mafalda's eyes off and put them on, and Harry checked his watch.

"We're a little late, Mr. Magic Maintenance is coming."

They hurriedly shut the door behind the real Mafalda, and gave her a four-hour dose of fast-acting sleeping pills.Harry and Ron put on the Invisibility Cloak, and Hermione still stood there waiting.A few seconds later, there was another poof, and a small wizard who looked like a ferret appeared in front of them.

"Oh, hello, Mafalda."

"Hello!" Hermione said in a weak voice. According to the information sent by Ann, Mafalda is a person who doesn't talk much and has a cowardly personality.

"Dizzy," Harry whispered, his silent spells not as good as Hermione's.

The wizard soon passed out.

Ron and Harry dragged the wizard in behind the door, and also gave him a four-hour dose of fast-acting sleeping pills.Hermione fumbled in the wizard's pocket for a while, and handed the proof coin to Ron, who had already drank the Polyjuice Potion and turned into a little wizard.

"Reggie Cattermole!" Harry took off the wizard's navy blue work robe, "Yes, it's written on it!"

The name is printed on the right breast of the robe.

Ron put on the robe, "The people in their magic maintenance department are weird! Last time they went on strike because of the robe. It rained all day at the Ministry of Magic, haha."

"Okay, let's hurry up and block the next one." Hermione said to Ron.

The two went to an alley next door, and Harry hid behind the door, wearing the Invisibility Cloak, and waited about 10 minutes for Hermione and Ron to arrive.

"Sorry, Harry, he's too heavy." Hermione handed Harry the compound potion containing the hair, "Drink it quickly, you need a big robe."

In a few seconds, Harry had transformed into a very muscular wizard over six feet tall with a beard on his chin.He stuffed the invisibility cloak and glasses into his new pants and stood beside the other two.

"My God, it's so scary." Ron said, looking up at Harry standing in front of him like an iron tower.

"That's because you've become shorter, Ron." Hermione stuffed Harry's proof coin into the other's hand, "Let's go quickly."

The three walked out of the alley together.Walking 50 meters along the crowded sidewalk, there are two black pointed fences between the steps, with "male" written on one side and "female" written on the other.

This is the place where the new Ministry of Magic was mentioned in the plan, an ordinary-looking public toilet.

"See you later." Hermione whispered, carrying her handbag and huddled down the steps marked "female".

Harry and Ron followed some oddly dressed men down what appeared to be an ordinary basement public toilet with dirty black and white tiles on the walls.

"Good morning, Reggie!" cried a warlock in navy blue robes, slipping a gold token through a slit in the door and into a cubicle. We come to work like this! Who do they think will come, Harry Potter?"

The wizard chuckled at his one-liner, and Ron managed a couple of laughs.

"Hey," he said, "stupid enough, isn't it?"

He went into the cubicle next to Harry.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, they stuffed the golden certificate coin into a slit in the door, and one of them opened a compartment door and walked in.

According to the plan, Harry put both feet in the toilet bowl. Although it seemed to be standing in the water, his shoes, feet and robe were dry.

"It's really annoying," Harry heard Ron whisper next door.

Harry looked around, pulled the zipper cord of the toilet bowl, stretched out his hand, and immediately rushed down a short slide, rushed out of a fireplace, and arrived at the Ministry of Magic.

He quickly got up, his body was much bigger than usual, and he was not used to it.The hall was much darker than Harry remembered.It turned out that in the center was a golden fountain, casting spots of light on the polished wooden floor and walls.But now, a huge black stone statue occupies the central position, which is terrifying.

A huge stone statue, a witch and a warlock sat on an ornately carved throne, looking down on Ministry workers rolling out of a fireplace.At the bottom of the statue are inscribed several foot-high characters: MAGIC IS Might.

There was a thump on the back of Harry's leg: a wizard had just flown out of the fireplace.

"Get out of the way, will you—oh, sorry, Runcorn!"

Harry snorted coldly with a straight face, and the wizard quickly bowed his head and apologized and left.

Albert Runcorn, Director of the Operations Division of the Muggle-Born Registration Committee, is indifferent and blunt, and has a good relationship with Death Eaters. His daily activities are mainly patrolling and arresting people.

"Hush!" said another voice.Harry turned his head, saw a tiny witch and the ferret-like wizard of the Magical Maintenance Department beckoning to him beside the statue, and hurried over.

"Did you get in all right?" Hermione whispered to Harry.

Harry nodded, his eyes fixed on the statue.

Only then did he realize that the throne he thought was beautifully carved just now was actually a pile of human bodies carved in stone, hundreds of thousands of human bodies: men, women, and children, all of which were rather stupid and ugly in appearance, with their limbs twisted and squeezed together, supporting each other. Looking at the handsome, robed wizard.

"Oh, you figured it out, too," said Hermione. "These are Muggles, and they... deserve it."

A few people wearing gorgeous and flowing robes inlaid with gold thread patrolled the hall. These were the inspectors An Zeng had told them, and they were all Death Eaters.Despite their luxurious robes, their expressions were all somber, and one of them had just walked past the three of them.

"Okay, let's go." Ron and others whispered after they walked by.

They joined the stream of wizards and witches and walked towards the golden door at the end of the hall, glancing around as unobtrusively as possible but failing to see the distinctive figure of Dolores Umbridge.

They passed through the golden gates into a smaller hall, and saw people lined up in front of the golden grating doors of twenty elevators.The three of them chose a team nearby, discussed in low voices, and went directly to Umbridge's office later.

But at this moment, a voice sounded next to the three of them.

"Cattermole!"

Many people in the line turned their heads, but quickly returned to avoid suspicion.

A gloomy, slightly cruel wizard in luxurious robes appeared in front of the three of them. He nodded at Harry, and Harry paused for a moment before quickly nodding.

"I sent someone from Magical Maintenance to fix our office, Cattermole, it's been raining in the house."

"Oh, but I just went to work?" Ron paused before saying, he lowered his head, not looking into the other's eyes.

The wizard snorted coldly, "After an hour, if I don't see that the office on the third floor has been repaired, you can wear your rotten robe to accompany your former colleague!"

After speaking, the wizard strode away quickly. Before leaving, he gave Harry a disgusting smile. He obviously thought that Harry would appreciate him teaching Cattermole like this.

The golden grating door in front of the three of them clattered open, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered their elevator, but no one else entered, as if they had an infectious disease.The gate clanged shut and the elevator began to ascend.

"Hermione! Contingency plans!" said Ron as soon as the door closed.

Hermione was rummaging in her handbag, and soon she found it, a stack of small cards, and she handed it to Ron, "Here you are."

Ron flipped through the small cards in his hand, and quickly found the one related to 'rain'.

"Oh, I just need to try to end the spell." Ron murmured, holding a piece of paper, "If it doesn't work, try turning off the weather spell in the office. Very good, then you go to Umbridge's office, hurry up Time, I will find you later."

Hermione glanced at her watch, it was a four-hour countdown, and now they only had three hours and ten minutes left.

"Okay, let's go. Come over as soon as you finish repairing, and if you meet Umbridge on the way, you know what to do!" Harry said immediately, and the third floor was almost here.

"Tell her there's a problem in the office." Ron made an OK gesture with his hand.

At this time, the elevator stopped tremblingly, and a hollow female voice said: "The third floor, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, including the Incident Reversal Team, the Amnestic Cancellation Command, the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee, and the Office of the Independent Investigator."

Ron nodded to Hermione and Harry and walked out.Just as Ron walked out, two wizards ran in quickly, and there were several lavender paper airplanes flying around the light bulb on the top of the elevator.

"Good morning, Albert," a bearded wizard said to Harry with a smile, before casting a glance at Hermione.The elevator creaked up again.

Harry nodded at the other party indifferently, but he didn't expect that the wizard immediately approached Harry, "Dirk Cresswell, huh? From the Goblin Liaison Office? Well done, Albert, you send him Going in has helped me a lot. Now, I'm pretty sure I'll get his job!"

He blinked, and Harry smiled, hoping it would please him.The elevator stopped and the gate opened again.

"The second level, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, contains the Department of Misuse of Magic, Auror Command and the Wizengamot Governing Body," said the hollow female voice.

Several wizards got off, and only Harry, Hermione and a medium-sized wizard remained in the elevator.

"The first floor, the office of the Minister of Magic and the logistics department."

The golden bars opened again, and Hermione gasped.Four people stood in front of them, and two of them were talking closely: a long-haired wizard wearing a gorgeous robe embroidered with gold on a black background was the current Minister of Magic, Piers Thicknesse, and the other was a short, chubby, long-haired wizard. A velvet bow in short hair like a leprous witch, holding a clipboard on her chest.

"Ah, Mafalda!" said Umbridge, looking at Hermione. "Just right. I don't have to send for you. Come down with me."

"Oh - yes, yes," said Hermione softly.

"Okay, you'll do it," Umbridge said, turning to Thicknesse. "That will settle the matter, Minister, and if Mafalda will come and take the record, we can start now."

She looked at the clipboard, "Today is a big harvest, there are about twenty people in total—"

She stepped into the elevator and stood beside Hermione, followed by the other two wizards who had been listening to Umbridge and the Minister. "Let's go down now, Mafalda, everything you need is in the court. Good morning, Albert, won't you go out?"

Harry shot Hermione a look, and Hermione nodded slightly.

"Get out, of course," said Harry in Len Cowan's deep voice.

Only Hermione, Umbridge, and two tall wizards were left in the elevator.Umbridge kept flipping through the clipboard in his hand, with unconcealable joy and pride on his face.

A hollow female voice sounded, "The fifth floor is the Department of International Magic Cooperation, including the International Magic Trade Standards Association, the International Magic Law Office, and the British seat of the International Federation of Magicians."

"You revise Article No. 15 of this document and give it to me this afternoon—" a cold voice sounded.