Chapter 883 Retesting the Wand

When Ivan accompanied Sirius to the Ministry of Magic before, it caused a commotion.

At that time, it happened to be the end of the Sirius incident, and many wizards wanted to find Sirius' signature, or ask him about the specific events.

He was surrounded by people as soon as he appeared, and Ivan had to walk into the hall alone.

The scene was as if a certain big star came to the Ministry of Magic, and even Ivan also attracted attention.

Now, no one looked at Aiwen and the others, thinking they were ordinary little wizards.

They may have heard of the reputations of Ivan and Harry, but they don't know what they look like, so naturally they won't come together.

In addition, another change is that when Aiwen came last time, many wizards held his in their hands, but now they are gone. They only have it in their hands now.

Obviously, this is because under the influence of Fudge, no one dares to buy it in the open.

"Come on, boys, let's go this way," said Mr. Weasley.

They joined the crowd, pushing their way through the Ministry staff.

No one looked at them, and the faces of the wizards all wore the dead expression that is typical of the morning.

Some were carrying crumbling piles of parchment, some were carrying battered briefcases, some were stuffing bread or something into their mouths, and some were reading as they walked.

Immediately, Ivan still saw many people secretly reading Rita's article on it.

Although Rita has a bad reputation, she still has influence.

Regardless of the authenticity of what she writes, it must be able to capture the hearts and preferences of the public and attract people to read it.

From this point of view, Fudge's ban on the Ministry of Magic has not been uniformly implemented in the Ministry of Magic. Ivan and Hermione hired Rita as a special reporter, which still had an effect, and invisibly put a lot of pressure on the Ministry of Magic.

"Is this the Magic Brothers fountain?" Hermione looked at the fountain in the hall curiously.

On the way here, she heard Ivan talk about the scene inside the Ministry of Magic, which is a very famous sight.

They stopped in front of the fountain, a pool of glistening silver Sickles and copper Knuts, next to a small, smudged sign that read: All proceeds from Magic Brothers Fountain donated to St. Mungo's Magic Injuries Hospital.

Everyone looked at the statue on the fountain, and I have to say that it is easy to find some differences when you get closer.

The face of the wizard who looks handsome from a distance, but when he gets close, he looks very weak and stupid. The witch also has an empty smile on his face, as if he is participating in a beauty contest .

As for the goblins and centaurs, any wizard with a little common sense would know that they would never be able to look up to any human being so affectionately.

Only the timid, slavish air of the house-elf was convincing, and it felt bad.

Sure enough, Hermione's eyes finally fell on the house-elf's face, and her brows were furrowed tightly.

"I don't like the statue, it doesn't correspond to the truth at all."

"Those in power only want to see what they are willing to see, and make decisions that best serve their own interests." Ivan said softly.

This aspect of the Ministry of Magic is vividly reflected in this statue, in such an unnoticed way.

They don't care about the truth and objective attempts, they only care about power and interests.

"Slaves of wizards..." Hermione murmured softly. Compared to the servility of house-elves, wizards ignore the facts. Taking elves enslaved for granted is the most difficult thing for her to accept. This kind of thing must be changed. .

Ivan did not expect that this trip to the Ministry of Magic directly made Hermione decide to work in the Ministry of Magic after graduation.

Her focus has also shifted from protecting the legal rights of house elves to changing the corrupt political ecology.

And many years later, she defeated the opponent in the election and became the first female minister of the Ministry of Magic, which also changed the development trajectory of the magic world to a large extent.

While Hermione was staring at the statue, Harry was making a wish.

If he wasn't expelled from Hogwarts, he'd put ten Galleons in, he thought desperately.

"Good morning, Arthur!" A listless voice sounded from behind, and a wizard with a peacock blue robe and a dirty shaven came over, "I saw you leading this group of children from afar , Are they going to go through a security check?"

"If you're sorry, Eric, they're all guests," said Mr. Weasley.

Eric nodded, and then his eyes fell on Ivan.

"Ah, I remember you, kid, you came here two years ago..." Eric's eyes lit up.

The main reason why he still remembered Ivan was because when his wand was tested at that time, it was detected that his wand core was an unknown substance.

He has been in charge of security work for many years, and this is the first time he has encountered such a situation, so he is naturally impressed.

Not to mention that the Ministry of Magic hadn't had any incidents in a long time, and the job of being in charge of security checks was boring.

His only pleasure was watching his guests' wands and seeing what the cores were made of.

In England, wizards used to use parts of dragons, phoenixes and unicorns to make magic.

But this is not the case for wizards in other countries, they have different customs.

He even saw a mysterious oriental wizard who used magical creatures he didn't know, and even the material of the wand was weird.

But anyway, it was the first time Eric encountered the situation where the core of the stick could not be detected.

He later asked the experts who came to overhaul the machine, and there were only two situations where this happened. The first was that the machine was broken, and the second was that the substance used in the core of Aiwen's wand had not been recorded in the testing machine.

But this is simply impossible, this detection machine covers almost all known substances.

"We have replaced a new detection machine this time, and it has not been used for a long time." Eric muttered softly, and the breath in his nostrils was sprayed out several times, "Boy, let me see what is in your wand. what?"

As was customary, he held up a long golden rod, thin and resilient like a car antenna, and used it on Alvin, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George. The chest and back were swept from top to bottom.

"Wand!" he said eagerly, putting down the golden bauble and holding out his hand.

Starting from Harry, several people handed over their wands in turn.

Eric tossed Harry's wand onto what appeared to be a grotesque brass machine with a single balance.

The machine started to vibrate slightly, and a narrow strip of parchment was quickly spit out from a hole at the bottom.

He tore off the paper and read the words on it.

"Eleven inches. The core is phoenix feather. It has been used for four years, right?"

"Yeah," Harry said nervously.

"Okay, I'll keep this, you take this back." The wizard said, poking the parchment on a small brass nail, and stuffing the wand into Harry's hand, "Okay ,Next!".

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