Hogwarts Advanced Guide

109 The Door Key

Fudge headed straight for a cubicle above which a sign hung crookedly: Portkey Office.

Inside, the wizard who was sitting on the chair and watching the "Daily Prophet" put his boots high on the desk, and burst into laughter. He was wearing a purple robe and a long ponytail tied behind his head. He looked more like a hippie than a Ministry of Magic employee.

Fudge's face darkened, he coughed twice and cleared his throat.

"Who? It's disturbing people early in the morning." The man's irritable voice sounded, and he threw the newspaper on the table impatiently, and then
"My lord minister, your presence really makes this place flourish. The Portkey Office welcomes you to come and guide me. I am Mishak." The wizard had a flattering smile on his face, and he flattered him with words that made Hera feel a little embarrassed.

"Enough, do your job well, Mishak," Fudge gave him a cold look, and interrupted him directly, "I need a Portkey to Azkaban."

"Okay Minister, and" the wizard bent down and smiled, pulled out a large box from under the table, rummaged from inside, but muttered, "Actually, my name is Misha Kronk."

But obviously no one cared about his name.

Hera stood behind Fudge and looked at the cubicle. The walls were covered with things, from pictures of the wizard and everyone, to family photos, to Quidditch team posters, and articles cut from the "Daily Prophet".

"Found it!" The wizard stood up and said, holding a rusted oil can in his hand, which looked more like a Muggle's tatters.

But this also just avoided a very troublesome thing - if the Muggle thought it was some valuable item and wanted to pick it up but was accidentally transported to a dangerous place, obviously this would be a disaster for the already busy Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.

"Work hard, Mishak, I don't want to see you receive wizards from the Ministry of Magic with this attitude again." Fudge took the oil tank from the wizard's hand and reprimanded him seriously.

"Yes, Minister." The wizard was a little aggrieved, who would come to the Portkey office early in the morning?

This is not the Auror office or the Department of Prohibition of the Misuse of Magic, usually even the flies are pitifully rare, it's just an idle job.

"Also. My name is actually Misha Kronk."

The wizard spoke again stubbornly.

Hera obviously felt that the aura around Fudge had changed, where was the kind and friendly look before?

Almost turned into a grumpy Gryffindor!
"Enough!" Fudge roared, startling the wizard.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Hera couldn't help curling her lips. Just looking at Mishak's appearance, it is reasonable to be transferred to an idle department like the Portkey Office.

After all, it was a great kindness not to expel him.

"Let's go." Fudge took a deep breath, and placed the oil tank sideways between him and Hera. "Portkey, will you use it?"

"Yes, yes." Hera said embarrassingly, looking down at the Portkey.

As for the door keys, who doesn't have five or seven at home?

He can't say that the smuggling business he has been doing for the past two years is actually a portkey! ?

Regardless of Fudge's gentle attitude towards him, Hera believed that as long as he told about the gray business he had done in the past two years, he would definitely be arrested by Fudge and taken to the Auror's office—except for the three Unforgivable Curses, Hera did almost everything he could and couldn't do.

"By the way, Lucius you..." Hera looked at Lucius who was hiding far away from the door in surprise. He seemed to have disappeared since entering the office.

"Huh?" Lucius rubbed the snake-headed cane with his palm, and said in his usual slippery tone, "I have no plans to go to Azkaban."

"Haha," Fudge smiled, and reached out to pat Hera's arm, "After all, it's Narcissa's family, so it's easy to understand why Lucius doesn't want to go. Humans are always easy to get hurt."

"Thank you for your understanding." Lucius said with the corners of his mouth twitching twice, lowering his head slightly.

"Let's go." Fudge said with a smile, and Hera nodded, putting a finger on the oil tank.

Hera didn't want to be stained with oil, that was too bad!
When he was doing business before, he usually used silver jewelry. Small items such as crosses, statues of Jesus, or crusader goggles were all in his own hands anyway, and he was not afraid of being picked up by Muggles.

Even if it was picked up, it would be a headache for the Ministry of Magic.

"Three two. One" the wizard looked down at his watch, and said softly, his tone was no longer as energetic as before.

As soon as he said it, Hera felt that there seemed to be a hook behind his navel that jerked forward with unstoppable momentum, and he lifted his feet off the ground and flew up.

They flew forward like a gust of wind, unable to see clearly, and Hera's fingers were glued to the tank as if the tank had a magnetic force, pulling him through, through, and—

Hera's feet landed firmly on the ground, but Fudge was not so lucky.Fudge staggered into him, and he fell.

There was a snap and the portkey fell to the ground next to his head.

Hera puffed out her chest, that's how she felt. She didn't expect to miss the Portkey so much after not using it for so long!
Obviously, it made him go crazy with disgust!
"Oh, Minister Fudge!" Before Hera could enjoy this feeling, she heard Fudge groaning when he fell to the ground.

Fudge covered his waist and got up from the ground with Hera's support. His expression was very painful, but he still held up his face and said, "It's just that I haven't used the Portkey for a long time. If it's apparition, I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Yes, yes." Hera sneered inwardly, but on the surface she followed Fudge's words and let him down the steps. Obviously, it was not a wise choice to verbally take advantage of the Minister of Magic for a while.

Hera had just helped Fudge up, and before he even had time to pat the dust off Fudge's body, a blunt male voice suddenly passed through from an unknown direction.

"Report your names and purpose."

"It's me! Connelly Fudge," yelled Fudge. "Let them all go back and stay!"

Hera suddenly felt a chill all over his body. He raised his head, and there were many dementors floating in the sky—they were all guards of Azkaban.

They were wearing a cloak, and their whole bodies seemed to be soaked in water, with scarred palms, and their whole bodies were rotten.

No facial features, and a hole where a mouth should have been.

Hera suddenly felt that even Voldemort's snake face was a thousand, ten thousand times more beautiful than the Dementor!
　You won't meet another me, whether it's friendship or love.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)