Chapter 89 The Ministry of Magic (Modified)

After confirming that all his family members were present, Owen took out a pendant with a peacock pattern.

"Dad, what is this?" Emily asked Dad curiously.

"This is the Portkey." Owen sounded in a good mood.

"What's a portkey?" It seemed that Emily had reached the age of asking questions.

"Didn't you use it last year? A port key is a magic item that can quickly transform a person from one dimension to another." Owen was very patient with everything about his lovely little daughter.

"At least it's much cleaner than Floo powder." Albert and Lun originally wanted to Apparate near the Ministry of Magic and reunite with their families, but Owen believed that since it was a medal awarded to the whole family, it should be given to the whole family. People act together.

"Everyone grab the feathers on the peacock pendant." Mr. Harris pinched one of the peacock's feathers. Emily followed her father's example and grabbed one too. Immediately afterwards, the family gathered around the small peacock pendant, each holding a peacock feather.

Calculated according to the number of feathers, this Portkey can bring many people! Allen suspected that when Mr. Harris took the door key, he must have chosen the most beautiful one, not the most suitable one. You must know that for the Portkey, its appearance is generally quite ordinary, unobtrusive, and it can lead people to change time and space when they are cast with special magic by wizards. This also shows a loophole in the management of the portkeys. During the finals of the original Goblet of Fire, the trophy was illegally replaced with a portkey.

After everyone stood up, Allen felt as if there was a hook behind the navel that slammed forward with irresistible momentum, and then he lifted his feet off the ground and flew up. It flew forward like a gust of wind, and couldn't see anything clearly. And the Portkey seemed to have a magnetic force, sticking his fingers to it to ensure that Allen would not get lost in the space.

Soon, Allen found himself standing on a dirty street. The wall on one side of the street was painted in a mess, with various colors of paint and various crooked handwriting on it. Several dilapidated buildings collapsed to the side in fragility and embarrassment. A bar is very deserted, there are no customers in it, and there is no sound.

"Here we are," Owen said succinctly, pointing to an old red phone booth that was missing a few pieces of glass and erected in front of the heavily graffitied wall, "Follow me, everyone. "

He opened the door of the phone booth.

Allen was not sure whether to go in, after all, it was so narrow inside! Albert and Lun followed without hesitation. Morgan Le Fay picked up Emily and walked in. Daisy frowned, carefully lifted her velvet robe, and even stuffed it in.

Allen walked in and found that although the space inside was narrow and everyone was crowded together, it did just accommodate Allen's family. Allen suspected that even if there were a few more, they would still be able to hold it. Even if there are only two people, it will be crowded.

At this moment, Alan was squeezed against the phone, which hung on the wall in a crooked manner, as if a barbarian had tried to tear it apart. Mr Harris got past Allen to get the receiver.

"Let me see... six..." He dialed the number, "two... four... another four... another two..."

When the dial returned to its original position smoothly, a cold female voice came from the telephone instead of the receiver in Mr. Harris' hand, but the voice was very loud and clear, as if there was someone invisible woman standing next to them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and occupation."

Apparently unable to use a telephone, Mr Harris spoke into the receiver as if he were holding a walkie-talkie. "The seven members of Owen Harris' family were invited to the Ministry of Magic to participate in the awarding of the Order of Merlin, Third Class."

"Thank you," said the cold female voice,

"Visitors, please take your badge and fasten it to the front of your robes."

There was a click, and then Allen saw something slide out of the metal chute normally used to return coins. He picked it up. It was a square silver badge with the words "Owen Harris Family Seven, Awarded by the Order of Merlin, Third Class". When the female voice sounded again, he pinned the badge to the front of his robes.

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to undergo an inspection and take your wand to the security office for registration. The security office is in the innermost part of the atrium."

Suddenly the floor of the booth trembled. They sank slowly into the ground. Slowly, Allen could see nothing but the dull grinding noise of the phone booth as it passed down the ground. When the dazzling light hit Alan's eyes, they stopped their descent.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," the female voice said.

The door of the phone booth bounced open and Mr Harris stepped out, followed by the family. What appeared in front of Allen was a world full of magic, with magnificent and magical decorations.

He noticed that there were many gilded fireplaces on the walls on both sides of the hall. Every few seconds, with a slight jerk, a wizard or witch steps out of the left-hand fireplace. And on the right hand side, there was a small queue in front of each fireplace waiting to leave.

"Under normal circumstances, we should enter the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace." Albert explained as if seeing Allen's doubts. "We are going through the guest channel today."

"Pretend that you are not a member of the Ministry, and enter through an unfamiliar passage. It feels amazing." Owen responded cheerfully, and he greeted everyone he knew with a red face.

"Yes, we're here for the award ceremony of the Order of Merlin, Third Class," he said enthusiastically to everyone he knew.

It seems that the wizards of the Ministry of Magic value the honor of the Order of Merlin very much! Allen keenly grasped the envy and jealousy in the eyes of these people.