Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 106 The Ministry of Magic

"Then let's go." Lucius tightened his cloak tightly. It was clearly the hot weather in July, but he was quite solemnly wearing cumbersome accessories, including but not limited to a shirt tightly wrapped around his neck and a light waistcoat.The long blond hair was smeared with quite a lot of pomade, and it was docilely attached to his scalp, making the whole person look extremely serious.

"Are we going directly to Azkaban right now?" Hera was a little surprised, and Lucius didn't even have a daily greeting.

"Otherwise?" Lucius gritted his teeth and said, just looking at his appearance, those who didn't know would think that Hera blew up his mansion.

"Okay, okay, let's go." Hera shrugged helplessly. Anyway, her purpose was to go to Bella to ask for the key to the vault. Lucius' attitude
who cares!
"Go to the Ministry of Magic first, then go through the Portkey, and then transfer to Azkaban." Lucius succinctly explained the purpose of his trip coldly, and the cane slammed heavily on the floor tiles, making a loud noise.

"I believe Mr. Lestrange must know the location of the Ministry of Magic?"

"I know." Hera raised her eyebrows. Although she didn't know why Lucius was so indifferent to her, it was obviously nothing to do with her.

Lucius sternly distorted his figure and disappeared into the hall. Hera frowned and disappeared in place.

Bang!
In front of a dilapidated building, a bar, and a messy, dirty street with a dilapidated red phone booth.

On this day, two strange people wearing cloaks suddenly appeared in front of it, but passers-by didn't seem to notice it, as if they couldn't see the existence of the two of them.

"Obviously my memory is pretty good." Hera tilted her head and smiled. He also came to the Ministry of Magic to apply for a job, but he was rejected because of his owls grades of all E's.

"Humph."

Lucius snorted coldly and opened the dilapidated hall door of the telephone booth. It made a creaking sound, and Hera had no doubt that as long as he used a little force, he could tear the door panel off.

Hera squeezed in and stood beside Lucius, closing the door behind her back.

The phone hung crookedly from the wall, as if some vandal had tried to rip it off.

Lucius picked up the microphone and raised it above his head, looked at the dial, and pressed a few numbers lightly - 62442,

As the dial whirred back to its original position, a woman's indifferent voice sounded from the phone booth, but that voice did not come from the microphone Lucius was holding.

It was clear and loud, as if an invisible woman was standing beside them—obviously this was impossible, it was already difficult to squeeze two grown men into a phone booth, let alone another woman?

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

Lucius said in an extremely elegant but impersonal voice: "Lucius Malfoy and Hera Lestrange made an appointment with Minister Fudge earlier."

"Thank you." The woman's indifferent voice fluctuated, and Hera clearly felt that there seemed to be some respect in her tone?

"Mr. Malfoy, please take the badge in front of you and pin it to your clothes."

Ding zero zero, clatter.

Then a silver breastplate bearing the name and reason slid out of the metal chute normally used to withdraw coins, and Hera picked it up. It read: Hera Lestrange, Minister Appointment.

And above Lucius is: Lucius Malfoy, Minister's appointment.

Pinning the badge on his chest, the woman's voice sounded again.

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

The ground of the phone booth trembled suddenly, and they sank slowly into the ground, the sidewalk outside the glass window of the phone booth rose higher and higher, and finally there was darkness above them-apparently, it didn't make the two of them feel the slightest emotion.

There was a monotonous, harsh grinding sound as the phone booth sank into the ground, and Lucius' brows were furrowed together.

About a minute passed, but Hera and Lucius obviously felt much longer.

A thin golden light hit their feet, and then the golden light gradually widened and expanded to their bodies, and finally hit the faces of the two directly. The two turned their heads tacitly.

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

Lucius nodded slightly as a response.

The elevator door slammed open, and Hera couldn't wait to get out. He really didn't like being crowded with a man.

Lucius obviously thought the same way, and immediately tidied up his somewhat messy cloak after going out.

Hera looked at the structure of the Ministry of Magic. Although it was not the first time he came here, he would still be shocked every time he came here—the mandrake he yelled in his mouth almost slipped into his throat in fright.

They stood at one end of a long, resplendent hall with a dark, polished wooden floor.The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board in the sky.

The walls were paneled with dark, glossy black wood, and many gilt fireplaces were built into 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 set in the middle of a circular pool, which are larger than real people.The tallest of them all was a dignified wizard, with his wand raised high and pointed towards the sky.Surrounding this wizard statue are a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.

It's just that the three statues behind all looked up at the two wizards with infinite reverence.

Glittering jets of water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the arrowhead of the centaur, from the tip of the goblin's hat, and from the ears of the house-elf.

There were ding-dong ding-dong, splashing water creatures, popping and popping sounds of apparitioners, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of witches and witches.

The only thing they have in common is that they have a characteristic dead expression on their faces, and they are striding towards the row of golden doors at the other end of the hall.

"Haven't seen it?" Lucius mocked with a cold face.

Hera shrugged indifferently, "It's just that I will be shocked every time I come."

"This way." Lucius walked towards the other end of the hall holding his cane.Hera followed behind Lucius, the light in the hall hurt his eyes a little.

　It’s hard to say I like it, but seeing you makes me messy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)