The entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic is still glorious, with dark wooden floors and jewel-like ceilings as bright as yesterday, and many fireplaces with gold wires inlaid on both sides of the hall for frequent access by all visitors.

The bright green magic flame kept licking at the inside of the fireplace, but occasionally came out suddenly. This can not help but let those wizards who have just come to the Ministry of Magic have to go a little further when passing by, so as not to be taken out by others.

Of course, not everyone is flying by the flyway network. Pansy, who was so engraved, descended directly from the fireplace on the magic elevator.

And when she came out of it with a somewhat stiff step, the flow of people in and out of the hall immediately reminded her of some past events.

I remember that my father was not as verbal as he is now. Although he was very strict in discipline, he really wanted to be a father.

At that time, Pansy's father took Pansy's daughter to the Ministry of Magic several times, which widened her horizons.

"Sure enough, there are still so many people ..." Looking at the wizards around him, Pansi could not help muttering. "Percys ... should I be working in the ministry at this time?"

What she mentioned in her mouth was naturally her unlucky brother.

After being squeezed out into a lifelong job waiting for death, his elder brother, Percez Parkinson, started his degenerate life.

But no matter how degraded, it also requires capital—Pelseys did not resign, and he still works half a day to get to work and work like that, and then spends Jin Jialong with the rest of the time, spending it in many pubs and bars among.

To tell you the truth, Pansy, who once admired her brother very much, really wanted to see what the other person was doing at work. But thinking about it for a while, she finally let go of her brother's recent concerns.

After all, just the things around her are enough to keep her busy and careless.

"Upstairs ... no, you have to go to the security checkpoint first."

Panxi touched the badge of the guest that she had pinned on her chest, and then slowly moved forward along with the endless stream of people.

Crossing the front hall, she quickly reached the wider atrium.

At this point, the crowd will not be as crowded as before, at least everyone has enough walking space to spread their legs.

And unlike the entrance hall, which still maintains the old view, this atrium is obviously very different from what she saw when she was a child.

In the early years, the pure gold statue standing in the fountain was still there—the horseman, the fairy, and the domestic elf were still looking at the noble witch and the beautiful witch in the middle with respectful eyes.

But in addition to the central fountain with statues, many places have undergone huge changes.

For example, the Ministry of Magic has repainted a huge portrait of two people tall for the great wizard Albus Dumbledore who has passed away. The portrait was hung high on the display wall on the side of the atrium, and behind the half-moon-shaped lens, a pair of eyes were slightly closed all year round, seemingly false.

The wizards in the atrium turned their heads slightly, and there was another portrait with a square stone base in front of the elevator. And the young witch statue Pansy standing above the obelisk is very familiar, who is it that is not Maca McLean?

When Pansy got closer with the flow of people, she learned from the inscription carved on the base of the stele that this was actually a bronze monument that the Muggle Queen of Britain had specially made for the last disaster in London. . And on behalf of Muggles across the UK, she is thankful, of course, by a series of wizards headed by Maca.

Among the engraved names above are Neville, Hermione, Sirius, and many others who have rescued the Muggle people in that incident.

In fact, Maca's gift of the portrait of the obelisk was also known to the Queen, but he never let this thing appear in school. Because he knew that most of the queen was still thinking about it and wanted him to promote the integration of wizards and muggles in Britain!

Otherwise, why should the other person cast a statue of himself on a bronze monument that thanked a whole group of wizards on such a side?

Therefore, after hearing that Scrimgeour had already accepted this thing, Maca just let him keep it for himself.

Of course, in addition to these objects that don't actually have much meaning, there are many more portraits or listings in the atrium that trace back to major historical events.

Therefore, if Scrimgeour is the Minister of the Ministry of Magic, I'm afraid I can understand how much he can't do by himself, so he has worked hard to poke out these objects that really have a sustainable value. .

As Pan Xi walked and looked, she finally saw a table in front of the magic elevator. And right next to the table, a sign with the words "Security Check" was standing on the ground obliquely.

It can be seen that there are already some male and female wizards there, and a staff member in a blue robe is busy examining the guests one by one with various tools.

On the table near him, a quill pen hovered over the information book by himself, twisting Fenbi quickly.

When Panxi saw this, she also pressed her heart to the end of the queue.

Fortunately, the queue is not very long. After all, the guests who need to come here to check the magic wand are not reserved. And don't look at the crowds here, in fact, most of them are regulars.

Perhaps it is only when the major disasters like the previous few times come that the wartime state will be entered here, so that everyone must go through inspections to go to each floor to handle affairs.

A few moments later, Pansy realized that she was suddenly empty in front of her-it was her turn.

"Come closer."

But seeing that the blue robe wizard slightly waved at Panxi, and when Panxi got closer, he held the golden thin rod up and down and swept around him.

Immediately afterwards, I heard that he was quite a bit listless:

"Wand."

Watching the other hand stretch out, although Pansy was still a little worried, she couldn't let people wait like that. At such times, the more procrastination becomes more suspicious, doesn't it?

Of course, in terms of the half-dead look of the wizard in the blue robe, Panxi really wondered if he could leave if he left like this.

Thinking about this, Pansy handed out the wand that had been adjusted by Maca. And following her, she saw that the wizard in the blue robe was thrown on a brass single-plate magic balance without looking at it after receiving her wand.

Immediately, with the slight shaking of the day, a narrow parchment immediately spewed out of the opening on the base.

"Nine again ... three eleventh ... inch ... about?"

This strangely unusual length didn't fit the common sense, and the blue robe wizard was instantly arrested on the spot-he had been doing this damned security inspector for so many years, and it was the first time that he saw such an unconventional wand. of.

You know, almost every wand maker in the world has the utmost precision in conduct and stubbornness, and the wands that are directly related to the magic itself, their numbers will produce a variety of spells. influences.

The blue-robed sorcerer who seemed a little hesitant about this wand suddenly turned his head and glanced at that instrument, apparently beginning to wonder if the alchemy item was malfunctioning.

However, the problem was originally on the wand, and he would have nothing to gain by thinking about the detection tool.

When the wizard of the blue robes tossed for a while and tried several times and found that the test results did not change, he finally thought of asking Panxi:

"Excuse me, what is the exact length of this wand?"

"Oh, I think you were right that day ... Yes, my wand does have some‘ special ’because it ’s not from those well-known wand makers.”

Hearing Pansy's words, the other side was a little shocked-if it was from a private wand maker, it would be understandable.

Although even on a global scale, there are really few examples like this.

Inadvertently, the wizard of the blue robe suddenly saw the guest badge that was not on Panxi's front, and then he saw the striking "register" word.

"Is this the first time I have come to the UK from abroad?" He waved his hand at once. "Then please go to the International Magical Cooperation Department to register! There are more complete testing equipment than there is in my small place, specially for foreign guests. Register with a special visitor and you will receive a small gift after completing the record! The elevator will be on the third floor! "

As he was speaking, the wizard of the blue robe glanced at the parchment note again-at least no danger was detected on it, and it was allowed to pass.

Pansy retrieved her magic wand from the other side, and after nodding a little thank you, she turned to the row of golden magic elevators ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ she obviously did not Will go, not to mention that her destination is actually the Auror office. Even if there are any small gifts, she does not want to take the risk to be checked by "more complete testing equipment".

Not long after, Pansy followed behind several wizards, and squeezed into a golden elevator that had just opened the fence door, slowly rising away with the sound of a "wow" chain.

The elevator stopped five times along the way, but Pansy didn't go out. And with fewer and fewer people in the elevator, when the fence door automatically opened again, the pleasant female voice of the newspaper floor finally made it clear:

"Second floor, the Department of Enforcement of Magical Law; this floor contains the Division for the Prevention of Abuse of Magic, the Division for Muggle Items, the Auror Command, and the Wisengamo Hall.

"Kingsley Shaker."

Pansy thought for a moment, and froze her lips that were a little dry because of tension.

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