Chapter 373 The Ministry of Magic

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At 5:30 the next morning, Ivan suddenly woke up completely, as if someone had yelled into his ear.

He lay there motionless, and slowly, he remembered what he was going to do.

He will go to the Ministry of Magic with Dumbledore and Sirius to meet the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and get permission to enter the wizard prison Azkaban.

Ai Wen got up from the bed, the sun had not yet risen, and the ward was dark.

Everyone else was still sleeping except him.

Harry was curled up tightly under the covers, while Ron was stretched out on his back, his mouth open, sound asleep.

Ivan turned to look at Hermione, only to find that the girl had already woken up.

She was staring at herself in a daze, with tears that could not be concealed in the corners of her eyes.

"Best trip, Ivan!" Hermione whispered, leaning over and hugging Ivan tightly.

She didn't cry, and the expression on her face was extraordinarily strong.

"I know!" Ivan replied softly, "You also take care, take care of yourself during the holidays."

Hermione nodded slowly, a twinkle in her beautiful chestnut eyes.

With Hermione's temperature and sweet scent on his body, Ivan walked across the room and finally waved to her.

He came to the hall outside the ward and closed the door gently behind his back.

Immediately, Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, trying not to think that he might not be able to break the curse, and that he would never see Hermione again.

He walked out of the school hospital and prepared to go to Dumbledore's office as agreed.

The narrow and dark corridor was also quiet. The murals on the walls were all sleeping and snoring loudly. There was a red fire dragon with an obviously disproportionate body lying on the ground, and sparks spewed from its mouth from time to time.

Aiwen thought that not long ago, he had really killed a fire dragon in the centaur tribe, but it was a phantom after all.

It sounds a little unreal, not to mention that it was eight hundred years ago.

Passing down a flight of stairs that turned and turned, he saw Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat, staring at him from a corner with yellow eyes the size of copper bells.

Ivan waved his hand, and Mrs. Norris rushed over with a low cry.

It suddenly occurred to him that he didn't know the password through the two statues at the door of Dumbledore's office, and he wasn't sure what name of the candy to use to crack it.

When he walked to that corridor, he heard a voice near the statue.

Dumbledore and Sirius had already been there waiting for him. The two of them seemed to have just returned from outside the castle.

Seeing him walking over, both of them had smiles on their faces.

"Good morning, Ivan!" Dumbledore said with a smile, "We just came back from the centaur tribe, you should have not had breakfast like us, I ordered the house elves to prepare something, there is still time, I Think we can finish eating before going out."

They entered Dumbledore's office, which was as amazing as what Ivan had seen before. There were many strange-shaped items on the table. Phoenix Fox stood there motionless, his eyes tightly closed.

The portraits of the previous principals on the walls are all sleeping too, but these old foxes are all pretending.

They opened their eyes from time to time, secretly looking at Ivan and Sirius.

Dumbledore lit the fireplace with his wand, and the warm flame rose up suddenly, dispelling the cold in the room. He knocked on the round table next to the fire, sandwiches, eggs, desserts, milk and coffee Wait for the food to appear in turn.

"I wrote a letter to your parents, explaining the matter, and asking them to allow me to take care of you temporarily during the upcoming summer vacation." Dumbledore took out a lavender envelope from his pocket and handed it to Ai Wen said calmly, "You can send this letter and your own letter to them together."

Ivan took the letter, with the Hogwarts school emblem printed on the upper left corner.

The name and address of his parents are written in the middle, which is Dumbledore's unique round font.

"Okay, you can think about what you want to say to them. Even if everything goes well, it will take about a month for us to come back. But now, you should have breakfast first and try this sandwich. Do you need some more honey? ?” Dumbledore pointed to the plate in front of Ivan, “I like a sweeter taste.”

"Thank you!" Ivan just picked up the sandwich, and a new piece appeared on the plate.

The house elf's craftsmanship is very good, and Ivan thinks this sandwich is very delicious.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Sirius asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Very good!" Ivan replied, but he felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

He tried not to think about the curse on his arm, but as soon as his mind was free, the horrible evil god and Voldemort's always followed.

He shook his head, forcing himself to think about other things. For example, Hermione, she has a cute expression when she laughs, but in the end the picture always freezes when the girl just bids her farewell to her, and she is trying not to cry.

Dumbledore and Sirius were still there discussing matters in the centaur tribe, and Ivan listened absently.

He's glad they didn't ask him to join the conversation, and he's struggling to eat the delicious sandwich in his hands without thinking about it at all.

"It's almost time, I think we should leave!" About half an hour later, Dumbledore stood up, "I probably need to talk to Fudge for a long time, and you can finish the letter to your parents there."

As soon as he finished speaking, and didn't see any movement, the small red flame in the fireplace in front of Ivan suddenly turned green, and the flame was burning vigorously.

"Under normal circumstances, the fireplaces of Hogwarts are not in the Floo network, but you can apply for a temporary link if necessary." Dumbledore blinked at Ivan, "You should have used the Floo network Right?! Just walk in and yell about the Ministry of Magic where we're going."

Ivan nodded, and under the watchful eyes of Dumbledore and Sirius, he walked into the fireplace burning with green flames and shouted, "Ministry of Magic!"

His body was quickly sucked into the flames, everything in front of him was spinning, and after a while of spinning around, he got out from the other end of the fireplace.

At this time, he was standing at the end of a long and resplendent hall.

The ground is a polished dark wooden floor, and the peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

The walls on all sides were paneled with dark, glossy black wood, and around him, many gilded fireplaces were embedded in the wood panels, neatly arranged in a row.

"Go forward, don't block the door!"

A man's voice sounded behind Ai Wen, and he hurried forward.

Behind him, every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard popped out of one of the fireplaces to the left.

On the right, there are several people waiting to leave in front of each fireplace. (To be continued.)

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