"The second tier, the Department of Enforcement of Magical Law, contains the Division against the Abuse of Magic, the Auror Command and the Wesengamo Management Agency."

When the indifferent female voice rang, the golden fence door slammed open again, and the witch around her dragged a long parchment roll out.

"We're here, Harry," Mr. Weasley greeted Harry and followed the elevator to a hallway with doors on both sides. "My office is on the other side of this floor."

In this corridor, a window was occasionally inlaid on the black brick wall, and the bright sunlight came in from there. Harry looked out, but found that he couldn't see the ground, only the endless sea of ​​clouds and the sun floating above the clouds.

"Mr. Weasley," Harry asked hesitantly. "Should we ... still be underground?"

"Yes, that's right," Mr. Weasley said as he walked. "These windows are all enchanted. The magic maintenance department decides what weather we will have every day ... The last time we had a hurricane for two months, the result It's because they want to raise their pay ... it's almost here, Harry. "

They turned a corner, through two heavy oak doors, into a cluttered and noisy open-plan office area divided into many small compartments.

The note-paper airplane passing the message kept flying out of the cubicle, making it even more busy inside.

As soon as Harry had reached the gate, he saw a sign hanging crookedly from the nearest cubicle: Auror Command.

As he passed along the aisle of the office area, he noticed that the Aurors were clinging to their compartment boards.

From the heads of wanted wizards, photos of their families, to posters of their favorite Quidditch teams, and articles cut out from the Daily Prophet, it seems that you can guess the road gap from those details. The personality and preferences of the host.

After passing by the compartment of a purple robe wizard, Harry saw a witch with blindfolds covering her eyes, and she was talking to Kingsley across the small bezel!

"Good morning, Weasley," Kingsley said broadly, seeing them passing, "I've always wanted to say a word to you. Can you give me a second?"

"Okay! If it's a second," Mr. Weasley said, "I'm busy now."

They talked as if they were not familiar with each other.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then remembered all the understanding of the current state of the Order during this time. He understood that each member needed to hide his identity when he was outside, so he pressed his mind to say hello to Kingsley.

They followed Kingsley through a row of cubicles and into the one at the very end.

Immediately afterwards, Harry was taken aback by the sight in this cubicle.

On the bezel of the compartment, the one who blinked at him from all sides was the face of Sirius.

Clips and old photographs were densely affixed to the bezel-including Sirius's best man at Harry's father's wedding.

Harry understood the true meaning of "Wanted by the Ministry of Magic", not to mention hunting down, just being pulled out of his various pasts and pasted on the partition, which has already made Harry startled. Already.

In the only place not occupied by Sirius's various materials, a detailed map of the world was pasted, and the small red pushpins on it were shining like gems.

"Here." Kingsley said bluntly to Mr. Weasley, and stuffed a roll of parchment into his hand. "I have seen Muggle vehicles flying in the sky for the last twelve months Learn as much as you can ... "

"... We received information that Black may still be using his old motorcycle."

As soon as he heard the news, Harry immediately thought of Leni Lena's sisters.

They don't know where to get an old-fashioned bicycle. Could it be that they have been seen?

At this point, Kingsley blinked hard at Harry, then lowered his voice to Mr. Weasley: "Give him this magazine, he will probably find it very interesting ..."

Then he said in a normal volume: "Don't drag it too long, Weasley, the report of the flashing leg was late, which caused our investigation to be delayed for a month."

"If you've read my report, you'll know that word is the flashing arm," Mr. Weasley said coldly. "I'm afraid you have to wait for the information about the motorcycle. We are currently very busy."

Then he lowered his voice and said, "You are trying to leave before seven o'clock. Molly is making meatballs!"

After the routine conversation ended, Mr. Weasley motioned to Harry and led him out of Kingsley's cubicle.

They exited through another oak door, then turned left and right for a while, and came to the end of a dimly lit and particularly dilapidated corridor.

On the left-hand side, a door was slightly slit, and you can see that there was a broom. And on the right-hand door, there is a faded brass sign:

The Division of Muggle Goods is prohibited.

This is Mr. Weasley's office, dark and shabby, and seems a little smaller than the broom.

Two tables were crowded inside, and along the wall were file cabinets that were almost overflowing, and there were piles of crumbling documents on the top of the cabinet.

There is almost no place here to let go of your hands and feet!

If there is any room that is more cluttered than this, maybe the study where Maca is located has the potential, but the study space is much larger than Mr. Weasley's office.

From the little space available on the wall, we can see Mr. Weasley's favorite things:

Several car advertisements, one of which depicts a disassembled engine; two illustrations of a letter box, which appear to have been cut from a Muggle children's book; and a schematic diagram of how to install a socket.

On the table, the high files raised people can not help wondering whether the underlying file basket still has any meaning.

Next to the file basket was a magical photo of the Weasleys' family portrait, and Harry noticed that Percy seemed to have stepped out of the photo.

"There are no windows here," Mr. Weasley said apologetically, taking off his short jacket and putting it on the back of the chair. "We asked for it, but they don't seem to think we need it-sit down! Harry It looks like Perkins hasn't come yet. "

Harry barely squeezed into the chair behind Perkins' desk, when Mr. Weasley swiftly checked the parchment sheet Kingsley had just given him.

"Ah!" He grinned and pulled out a magazine from the parchment. "Yes, he's right, I'm sure Sirius would find it very interesting ..."

"Oh! It's" Reverse Tune "?" Harry said in surprise. "I remember Maca liked this magazine very much--he ordered it every time. I heard that there was a whole lot in his dormitory before!"

"Really? McLean doesn't think he'll like this kind of thing-oh, what's wrong?"

The words didn't fall, a note flew into the open door, and slowly fell to the top of the file pile in the file basket.

Mr. Weasley opened the note and read aloud: "‘ It is reported that there was a third public toilet sewage regurgitation incident in Besna Greenbelt. Please go and investigate it quickly. ’... This is a hell!”

"Sewage coming back from the toilet?"

"The anti-Muggle prankster did it," Mr. Weasley said, frowning. "It happened twice last week, once in Wimbledon and once in Elephant Castle. Muggle flushed the toilet, Not only did the dirty thing disappear, but ... oh! Imagine it yourself! "

"That's too bad ..."

Harry said as he bent down and pulled out his own pants, as if confirming something.

Just then, an old wizard with a hunched back and gray hair gasped slightly into the office, and Harry sat upright.

"Harry, this is Perkins."

"Ah, Arthur!" He glanced at Harry, then raised a piece of parchment in his hand, "urgent news."

"I already know about the regurgitation of toilet sewage," Mr. Weasley said.

"No, no, it's not a toilet, it's a matter of trial-they changed the time and place-into the old tenth court room at eight o'clock below-"

Upon hearing, Mr. Weasley took the parchment and looked up.

"Oh! The time and place have changed-they can't wait," Mr. Weasley looked at his watch again. "Fortunately, I went out early today, didn't I?"

"But there is no time to rest ... Harry, we must go now!"

Perkins pressed his body against a filing cabinet to make his way out, and Mr. Weasley and Harry walked quickly out of the office.

"Sure enough, Maca guessed--"

"Don't say it, it shouldn't be mentioned here." Mr. Weasley interrupted Harry immediately. "It's okay in the office, no one would be interested in our company anyway ... but don't mention it outside."

"Oh-yes, sorry." Harry realized that something was wrong, and nodded quickly.

Mr. Weasley paused next to the elevator and quickly tapped the "down" button.

The elevator clicked, and they flashed into the elevator.

"I have to tell you again, Harry," Mr. Weasley said in his ear. "'That' doesn't have to be done, it's safe to be tried-remember?"

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"main hall."

After a while, the indifferent female voice reported again, and the golden fence door slid open.

Harry just glanced at the gold statues in the fountain from a distance, then the fat witch walked out, and another frowning witch came in.

"Good morning, Arthur," he said in a melancholic, low voice as the elevator started to descend. "I haven't seen you come down recently."

"Good morning, Bode," Mr. Weasley casually said. "I've been busy lately."

As soon as Harry heard the name, he felt a shock.

Just then, with the elevator meal, the indifferent female voice sounded again:

"Mystery Division."