Chapter 1264

It was definitely a bad day for the staff at the Ministry of Magic, being attacked out of nowhere? On the way to work?

Thinking about the attackers, this is probably the most outrageous thing that the people of Hogwarts have done in half a century.

Different from the past, Fan Lin was lying on the wall, looking down at Hermione hiding behind the box.

It should be said that Ms. Mafalda stood on the side near the box and secretly observed the colleagues who arrived next.

A few seconds later there was another weak explosion, and a small wizard who looked like a ferret appeared in front of them.

"Oh, hello, Mafalda."

"Hello!" Hermione said in a trembling voice, "How are you today?"

"Not very well, actually," the little wizard replied, looking very depressed. When Hermione and the wizard walked towards the avenue, Harry and Ron followed, and Fan Lin also stretched and followed.

"I'm sorry to hear your answer," Hermione replied calmly as the smaller wizard explained his question. He had to be stopped before they reached the street.

"Here, have a piece of candy."

"Huh? Oh, no, thank you..."

"I insist!" Hermione said forcefully, shaking a bag of medicine in front of him. The little wizard looked scared, so he took one out and ate it. The effect was immediately apparent. As soon as the pill was placed in his mouth, the little wizard began to vomit violently, so much so that he didn't even notice that Hermione pulled out a handful of his hair.

"Oh, shit!" Hermione said, watching him splatter vomit in the alley. "Maybe you should take a day off!"

"No...no!" He almost choked from vomiting, but still insisted on walking, even though he could no longer walk straight. "I must...have to go...today..."

"Don't be stupid!" Hermione warned him. "You can't work like this... I think you should go to St. Mungo's Hospital and let them take a look at you."

The wizard fell to the ground and tried to get up on all fours, still trying to crawl toward the street.

"You can't work like this!" Hermione shouted, and finally he accepted the truth of what she said, stretched out a hand to hold Hermione to stand up, and he gradually disappeared at the end of the road, leaving only Ron grabbed the leather bag from his hand, along with some vomit that was still flying.

"Well," Hermione said, lifting the skirt of her robes to avoid getting vomit on it, "so, why don't we knock him out?"

"Who knows..." Fan Lin jumped down from a high place, "Just think of it as finding a new customer for Fred... And, don't you think if someone finds a bunch of unconscious people, it will cause a lot of trouble. More attention, he's quite enthusiastic about his work, isn't he? Throw your hair into the potion quickly!"

Two minutes later, Ron transformed into the sick little ferret-like wizard standing in front of them, taking out the folded navy blue robe from his bag and putting it on. "It's weird why he didn't put it on today, isn't it? I've been watching him for several days, and I really don't know how much more he has to do? Anyway, according to the label on the back, I am Ray Kettlemore now... "

"Wait here," Hermione said to Harry, who was still under the invisibility cloak. "We'll bring you two some hair back. You two are too conspicuous."

"This is probably the price of fame." Fan Lin said sadly, his eyes still staring ahead.

He and Harry waited for ten minutes, but hiding in this alley full of vomit, with the unconscious Mafalda hidden behind the door, the bad feeling made Fan Lin feel that the time was even longer.

Maybe for a minute or two, or maybe ten minutes, Ron and Hermione finally appeared again.

"We don't know who they are," Hermione said, handing Harry and Fanlin some curly black hair, "but the black hair's nosebleed was so bad that he went home. He's very tall. You need a bigger one." robe..."

She pulled out a robe that Kreacher had ironed for them, and Harry changed into it, drank the potion and transformed.

Once the painful transformation was over he was over six feet tall, with arms full of muscle. He also has a beard. Putting the invisibility cloak and eyes in the new robe, he was with the two others.

"Oh, that's terrible," Ron said, looking at Harry, who was much taller than him.

"Not bad, this reminds me of Carat." Fan Lin touched his chin, "So, where is mine?"

"Here it is!" Hermione said, putting a strand of blonde hair into the polyjuice potion, and the polyjuice potion suddenly turned a beautiful golden color.

"Could this be a girl?" Fan Lin asked after a pause. There were few polyjuice potions made from boys' hair with such a dazzling color.

"No, I got this on the way to work." Ron said, "He greeted us. Poor guy, we don't know him, but we are sure that he has a severe fever now."

Fan Lin nodded and drank the polyjuice. In fact, the change in color does not determine the taste. This thing tastes terrible.

Fan Lin felt that his clothes had shrunk slightly and were tight on his body, but there was no big change. Maybe it was Fan Lin's illusion, but this person really felt like a lady to him.

Fan Lin touched his chest.

"Are you sure this is a man?" Fan Lin asked here, "Anyway, I think I need to change into some neutral clothes."

"No, it's not necessary," Hermione shook her head and said, "I think he is wearing a cloak, so that's what you are."

"It may sound contradictory, but you may have met a man with a unique personality and dream of becoming the opposite of yourself."

"Oh, okay, let me tell you why he looks so delicate." Ron said, "Anyway, you won the prize..."

"Don't worry so much," Fan Lin shook his head, "There's no time, it's almost nine o'clock. I want to make sure that each of your gold coins are intact. Send me a message to try?"

The four people communicated quickly, and after ensuring that the gold coins were working properly, the Ministry of Magic's exploration really began.

Together they hurried out of the alley and walked fifty yards along the crowded sidewalk, where there were two rows of stairs with black handrails decorated with flower spikes, with Men's written on one side and Women's written on the other.

"See you later," Hermione said nervously as she staggered down the ladies' side of the stairs.

Fan Lin, Harry and Ron walked down this strange-looking underground public toilet built with black and white bricks together with a group of men dressed in weird clothes.

"Good morning, Ray!" Another wizard wearing navy blue robes greeted him as he walked into a small room that he opened by inserting a golden token into a slit in the door. "Those rogue criminals are such a headache that we have to work this way. Who do they want to find? Harry Potter? Or Verlin Elle? The black market is going crazy, but no one can do it, right? "

The wizard laughed loudly at his cleverness. Fan Lin gently touched Ron with his elbow, and then Ron also smiled in agreement.

"Yeah," he said, "How stupid, isn't it?"

Then they too entered the small room.

Harry felt the sound of water flushing around him.

Harry bent over and peered out of the small room, just in time to see a pair of booted feet approaching the toilet next door. He looked to his left and saw Ron looking at him in shock.

"So, we have to rush in?" Fan Lin whispered, but his tall tone could not hide his inner uneasiness.

"So it seems," Harry whispered too; his voice was low and thick.

They all stood up, which made Fan Lin feel particularly stupid. Fan Lin tried to put both feet into the toilet bowl.

But soon they realized they had done the right thing; even though they appeared to be standing in water, their shoes, feet, and robes were all dry.

"I bet there is a fireplace underneath." Fanlin said, "I really hope Hermione can accept this method."

"Maybe you won't be able to go to bed in the next few days." Harry said with a rare joke.

"Haha...see you below." Fan Lin sneered. He raised his hand and pulled the rope. It felt like descending a small waterfall, the feeling of Floo fans, but maybe the centrifugal feeling was worse, no. In two seconds the Ministry of Magic's fireplace appeared before them.

Fan Lin stood up awkwardly. So far, Fan Lin is not very accustomed to his current body.

The hall seemed darker than Fan Lin's impression. Once upon a time a golden fountain filled the hall, making the wooden floors and walls shimmer. A huge black stone now dominates the scene. It was really scary, with statues of wizards and witches sitting on ornately carved thrones, watching Ministry staff coming and going from the fireplaces.

The bottom of the carving reads in foot-high letters: MAGIC IS POWER.

There is no doubt that this comes from the work of the Death Eaters, who have never made any secret of their ideas.

But before he could figure it out, Harry felt a cool breeze behind him, and another wizard rushed out of the fireplace behind him.

"Get out of the way, you can't..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Recona..."

He bumped into Harry and it looked like the bald wizard was really frightened and he ran away. Apparently the wizard Harry had become, Reconna, was very domineering.

"Hush!" Fan Lin quickly looked around and saw a small witch and a ferret-like wizard waving to them from the Magic Maintenance Department on the other side of the statue.

"Are you okay?" Hermione whispered to Fanlin.

"It's not good, at least I don't like the way. Besides, what should my name be now?" Fan Lin was a little confused.

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head and looked at Harry.

"Oh, interesting...it's scary, isn't it?" she said to Harry, who was still staring at the statue.

"Can you see what they're sitting on?" Harry looked closely and realized that what he thought was an ornately carved throne was actually a collection of human sculptures: thousands of bodies, men, women And the children, all looking ugly and stupid, twisted together to support the weight of the dashing robed wizard above.

"Muggles," Hermione whispered, "in their so-called fair place, come on. Let's go."

They walked to the golden door at the end of the hall with a group of wizards and looked around as carefully as possible, but they did not find anything out of the ordinary like Umbridge. As for Alex or something like that that Fanlin wanted to find, Didn't even see it.

They entered a smaller hall through the door, and people began to line up in front of the twelve golden cubicle elevators. They had almost entered the nearest one when a voice called out: "Katemore!"

They looked around and Harry felt his stomach churn as one of the Death Eaters who had witnessed Dumbledore's death the night was striding towards them. The Ministry staff behind them fell silent, looking frustrated. Harry could feel their fear. That man's gloomy, somewhat rough face was incompatible with his gorgeous long robe embroidered with gold thread.

Someone in the crowd around the elevator said flatteringly, "Good morning, Alex!" but Alex ignored him.

"I asked the people from the Department of Magical Maintenance to come over and repair my office, Katemore, but it's still leaking." Ron looked around hoping someone would interrupt him, but no one spoke.

"It's leaking...your office? This-that's not good, is it?" Ron smiled nervously, and Alex's eyes widened.

"You think this is funny? Katemore?" Two witches rushed out of the queue waiting for the elevator.

"No," said Ron, "Of course it's not funny."

"You know I was going downstairs to interrogate your wife, Katemore? In fact I'm surprised you weren't waiting for me hand in hand with her. You've got her involved, haven't you? Wise words, next time Marry a pureblood."

"I-I-" Ron stammered.

"If my wife had been accused of being a Mudblood," Alex said, "of course I wouldn't make the dirty mistake of marrying such a woman... The head of the Department of Legal Enforcement would have something to do, and I would do it myself. Do the work, Katemore, you know what I mean?"

"Yes" Ron whispered.

"Then get to work, Katemore, if my office isn't dry within an hour your wife's blood problem will be even worse than it is now."

The grating in front of them creaked open, and with an unpleasant smile at Harry's listless nod, who was obviously aware that he would be receiving this treatment from Cattermole, Alex made his way to the other elevator.

Fan Lin, Hermione, Harry and Ron also entered theirs, but no one followed them, as if they had an infectious disease.

The fence door clanged shut, and the elevator began to climb upwards.

"What am I going to do?" Ron asked the other two immediately, looking shocked. "If I hadn't shown up, my wife...I mean, Cattermole's wife..."

"Maybe you can go to Alex's office to clean up..." Fan Lin said, "This is a good opportunity... Oh, forget it, I think I should go with you and finish him off within an hour. "

"Okay, but don't attract their attention." Ron said, "Then what?"

"I think you need to visit your wife in the courtroom, Ron." Hermione said. "You forget that Alex is going to do this."

"Oh, I remember..." Ron patted his forehead, "So I have a wife now?"

"If possible, there is also a child Ron!" Harry's voice was low and sexy...

"I think I need to take some time to get to know myself again..." (To be continued)