Chapter 882: Guest Entrance

"Yes, I remember this place!" Mr. Weasley said happily, pointing to the old red telephone box.

That telephone box seems to be a product of decades ago, abandoned here.

Several panes of glass were missing from above, and behind it was a badly painted wall.

"This is much worse than the Ministry of Magic I imagined..."

"It's not easy to find such a large space in central London. Besides, this is just an entrance." Mr. Weasley said happily, and he opened the door of the phone booth. "Okay, children, you go in first!"

Ivan, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George all squeezed in. There was no room at all inside. Everyone was pressed tightly together, and the dilapidated phone booth creaked and creaked. There is a possibility of collapse at any time.

"You stepped on me, Fred!" Ron yelled.

"It's not me, it's George!" Fred responded.

"No, I can't move, any of you can step back!" George continued.

As Mr. Weasley followed in, closing the door with difficulty, they were squeezed into the small space like cans.

Ivan was squeezed against the phone equipment, Hermione was in front of him, and Harry was behind him.

She leaned against the wall with her back, and her front body was tightly attached to Ivan's body, her movements were extremely ambiguous.

As long as someone pushes Ivan from behind, he will bump Hermione forward.

Seeing Hermione's appearance, he hurriedly raised his waist, and was soon hit by someone again...

In the end, Ivan simply hugged her in his arms so that the impact force would be smaller.

As for the phone, it hung crookedly from the wall, as if some vandal had tried to tear it off.

If a Muggle passed by, they would be surprised to see this scene and think they were crazy.

"Give me the microphone, please!" said Mr. Weasley.

"Mr. Weasley, I think this phone may also be broken." Harry said, taking the receiver from Ivan.

"No, no, I'm sure it's not broken." Mr. Weasley said, raising the microphone above his head, his eyes fixed on the dial, and his other hand stretched out with effort, "Oh, no, I can't reach it, Aiwen, please dial the number 62442 for me."

Hermione tried to give him some space back, and Ivan raised his head and dialed the number.

When the dial was quickly turned back to its original position, a woman's indifferent voice came into the phone booth. The voice did not come from the microphone that Mr. Weasley was holding. It was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman Stand by them and speak to them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and what you are going to do."

"Um..." said Mr. Weasley, apparently unsure whether he should speak into the microphone, and finally relenting, holding the mouthpiece to his ear, and shouting, "Arthur Weasley , the Misuse of Muggle Substances Division, accompanied Alvin Mason and Harry Potter, who were asked by the Ministry to come for questioning and trial. Besides that, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, they were accompanied to their trial."

"Thank you!" said the woman's indifferent voice, "Guests, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

Ding Lingling, clattering, seven badges slipped out of the metal chute that was supposed to eject coins.

Ivan picked it up and handed it to Harry, leaving his and Hermione's badges behind. He saw that his own badge was a square silver badge that read: Ivan Mason, on trial, Hermione's badge The wording is to visit.

They pinned the badge to the front of their T-shirts and looked around expectantly when the woman's voice sounded again.

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked and register your wand at the security checkpoint, which is located at the end of the main hall."

As soon as she finished speaking, the ground of the phone booth trembled suddenly.

With cries of astonishment, they sank slowly into the ground.

Hermione hugged Aiwen subconsciously. She was already hugged by Aiwen, and the two were stuck together, and now they are more tightly combined.

Alvin has never felt that he and Hermione are close together, it feels as if both of them have entered a tights.

He could feel her heartbeat as clearly as he had gotten into Hermione's pajamas the night before.

He watched the sidewalk rise higher and higher outside the glass window of the phone booth until it was dark above them.

In an instant, nothing could be seen, except for the monotonous, screeching sound of the phone box as it sank into the ground.

No one spoke, everyone held their breath, even Mr. Weasley was a little nervous.

After about a minute, but it actually felt much longer, a thin golden light fell on their feet.

Then the golden light gradually widened and expanded to the body, and finally hit their faces directly.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," said the woman's voice.

The door of the phone booth slammed open, and several people stumbled out of it.

"Wow!" Several people looked around, their mouths couldn't close their mouths in surprise!

Compared with the bustling scene in the center of Muggle London just now, the scene in front of me is even more shocking.

Even though Ivan came here more than a year ago, he still couldn't help but look around curiously.

The same is true for Fred and George. They only came to the Ministry of Magic with Mr. Weasley when they were young. They have not been here for many years. It is the first time for Harry, Ron and Hermione to come, although they have heard many descriptions. , but there is no intuition to see it with one's own eyes.

At this moment, a group of people stood 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.

Aiwen was just watching the fun before, but now he recognizes that this ceiling uses a lot of knowledge in alchemy and magic circles.

Those seemingly messy golden symbols converged into spell runes, many of which were not recorded in the research notes Nicole Flamel gave him.

In the hall, the walls on all sides are inlaid with black and glossy dark wood panels, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wood panels.

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

And on the right, there are several people waiting in line at each fireplace to leave.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain, and a group of pure gold statues are erected in a circular pool, which are larger than real people.

The tallest of them all was a dignified wizard, with his wand raised high, pointing directly at the sky.

Surrounding him are a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.

The centaur, the goblin, and the house-elf all looked up at the two wizards with infinite admiration, and glistening streams of water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the tip of the goblin's hat, from the tip of the house-elf's Squirting from both ears.

There was the sound of ding dong ding dong, splashing water, and the popping and popping sounds of apparition figures.

And the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of wizards and wizards striding toward the row of golden doors at the far end of the foyer. .

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