Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"Sirius Black, executive Auror of the Auror Office, accompanied by Harry Potter and Louis Wiggins, who are here to visit Arthur Weasley of the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts." Sirius said.

"Thank you." The cold female voice paused and responded, "Guests, please take your badges and place them on the front of your clothes."

As soon as he finished speaking, two square metal badges slipped from the coin withdrawal slot of the phone. Louis picked them up and gave one to Harry.

The badge had his name engraved on it and the purpose: to visit employees. When the female voice sounded again, he quickly pinned the badge on his chest.

"Visitor to the Ministry of Magic, you need to undergo an inspection and take your wand to the security office to register. The security office is at the innermost part of the atrium." The floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled. They slowly sank into the ground, and the sidewalk next to them gradually covered their heads. Darkness came, and Louis couldn't see anything. He could only hear the constant friction of the phone booth and Sirius's voice.

"I haven't used the guest access for a long time." He said loudly, as if he wanted to cover up the irritating sound of the motor descending. "We usually don't come in from here when we go to work. The speed is too slow."

They didn't know how long they had been descending. When Louis could no longer endure the endless darkness, a beam of light appeared at their feet and became wider and wider. Louis had to block his sight with his hands to let his eyes adapt to the intensity of the light.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day." The female voice sounded even more ruthless.

"We're here, kids."

The phone booth door opened and Sirius walked out first, followed closely by Harry and Louis.

As soon as they stepped into it, they were shocked by its majesty.

Louis has seen the Egyptian Ministry of Magic, but relatively speaking, although the British Ministry of Magic does not look as vast as the Egyptian one, the dark black style better reflects its nobility.

The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with shimmering golden symbols that continually move and change, like so many heavenly guardians. The walls on either side were paneled in shiny black wood, and there were many gilded fireplaces. Every few seconds, with a slight rapid movement, a wizard or witch emerged from the fireplace on the left. On the right, a small queue formed in front of each fireplace, waiting to leave.

There is a fountain halfway down the hall. A group of slightly larger than life-size golden statues stand in the center of a circular pool. The tallest of these statues is a noble-looking wizard with his wand pointing straight to the sky. Surrounding the wizard statue are a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and an elf. The three statues at the back all stand before the wizard and witch with expressions of reverence. The water was flying from the gleaming nozzle at the top of their wand, which included a centaur's drag rope, the top of the leprechaun's hat, and the two ears of the elf, so the tinkling sound of falling water emanated from the statue. There are hundreds of wizards and witches scattered at the feet of these statues. Most of these statues are dressed in gray and look a little precocious. Looking straight ahead, there is a set of golden doors at the end of the hall.

"Come this way." Sirius greeted. He was not surprised by the expressions of the two people. In fact, anyone who came to the Ministry of Magic for the first time would be shocked by the sight in front of them.

Therefore, being able to work in the Ministry of Magic is the highest honor for wizards. Almost everyone wants to squeeze their way into the Ministry of Magic.

They were weaving in the crowd, some wizards were holding large amounts of parchment in their hands, some were holding handbags in a hurry, and some were holding the Daily Prophet in their hands. Louis could even hear someone talking about the results of the Quidditch World Cup.

"Well, there are quite a lot of people today, but tomorrow is Saturday, and the Ministry has to finish all the tasks for this week." Sirius walked sideways, and they finally passed through the crowd of Ministry of Magic staff, "Here we go. Come this way, Harry, Louis."

They saw Sirius standing in front of a golden door with a table next to it that said "Secure Check-in".

When Louis and the others approached, they discovered that there was a lazy middle-aged wizard sitting over there, reading a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"I am accompanying two guests who need to be registered, Eric." Sirius said.

"Stand over, one by one." The wizard put down the newspaper boredly.

Louis poked Harry and motioned for him to go first. Harry walked over with some trembling and came to the guy.

"Don't be so nervous, I won't eat you." The middle-aged wizard Eric looked at Harry with a funny look, "Wand, show me."

Harry handed over the wand in his hand, and the man placed it on a brass instrument. The instrument began to vibrate, and soon a piece of parchment appeared.

"Hmm, let's take a look. It's an eleven-inch, phoenix feather wand core. It's been used for three years, right?"

"Yes, that's right." Harry nodded.

"I'll take this, you take the wand back." Eric put the parchment away and handed the wand back to Harry.

"Next person."

Harry returned to them, and Louis took a deep breath and walked up.

"The young man is very energetic. Come on over here, you should already know what to do."

Louis handed over the wand, but the difference this time was that the testing instrument seemed to take a long time before it could even spit out a report.

"Twelve and a quarter inches, cane wood, two years old, core is..."

He suddenly stopped talking, because his face was full of disbelief.

"No, that's impossible."

"What's wrong, Eric, what's the problem?" Sirius asked.

"There is no problem with the safety of the wand itself, but how come you have a special wand core? Where did this wand come from?" Eric asked.

"I bought it from Ollivander's in Diagon Alley." Louis said truthfully.

"Ollivander?" Eric was stunned for a moment, then relieved, "It's normal for the old man to have some weird wands. Okay, you can go over. I'll have to submit this report later. This is major discovery."

Eric waved them over, and Sirius expressed his thanks again and passed through the door.

"Special wand core? I seem to have never seen you mention it before." Sirius said as he walked.

"That's okay, the wand is just an auxiliary tool. I think your real strength still depends on yourself." Louis spread his hands, he didn't seem to care about his wand.

In fact, the benefits of this basilisk wand core to him seemed to be more than just being powerful. It had also saved him from danger many times, and the perfect fit between him and the wand enabled him to be able to survive not long after he first entered Hogwarts. He can already use complex and powerful spells, although the power seems incomplete.

"That's what you say, but there are too few wizards who can match the special wand core." Sirius said, they passed through several doors and rejoined the crowded torrent, "Just wait, Fudge will try his best to come later. To win you over.”