All things are three at Hogwarts

After confirming that all his family members were present, Owen took out a pendant with a peacock pattern.

"Dad, what is this?" Emily asked her father curiously.

"This is the door key." Owen's tone sounded good.

"What is the door key?" It seems that Emily has reached the age where she likes to inquire.

"Didn't you use it last year? A portkey is a magical item that can quickly transform a person from one space to another." Owen is very patient with his cute little daughter.

"At least this is much cleaner than Floo powder." Albert and Lunn originally wanted to apparate to the Ministry of Magic and rejoin their families, but Owen believed that since the medal was awarded to the whole family, it should be given to the whole family. People act together.

"Everyone grab the feathers on the peacock pendant." Mr. Harris pinched one of the peacock's feathers. Emily imitated her father and pinched one. Immediately afterwards, the family members gathered around the small peacock pendant, and everyone pinched a peacock feather.

Calculated based on the number of feathers, this door key can bring many people! Allen suspected that when Mr. Harris took the door key, he must have chosen the most aesthetically pleasing one rather than the most suitable one. You must know that for portkeys, their appearance is generally quite ordinary and unnoticeable. When cast with special magic by a wizard, it can lead people to change time and space. This also illustrates the loopholes in door key management. During the finals of the original Goblet of Fire, the trophy was illegally replaced with a door key.

After everyone stood up, Allen felt as if there was a hook behind his belly button and suddenly hooked forward with irresistible momentum, then his feet lifted off the ground and flew up. It flew forward like a gust of wind, unable to see anything clearly in front of me. The door key seemed to have a magnetic force, sticking his fingers to it to ensure that Allen would not get lost in the space.

Soon, Alan found himself standing on a dirty street. The wall on the street side was painted messily, with various colors of paint and various crooked writings on it. Several dilapidated buildings stood fragile and embarrassed. A bar is very deserted, there is not a single customer inside, it is quiet.

"We're here," Owen said succinctly, pointing to an old red phone booth that was missing a few pieces of glass and stood in front of a heavily graffitied wall. "Everyone, follow me. "

He opened the phone booth door.

Allen wasn't sure whether to go in, after all, it was so narrow inside! Albert and Len followed without hesitation, and Morgan Le Fay picked up Emily and walked in. Daisy frowned, carefully held up her velvet robe, and actually stuffed it in.

Allen walked in and found that although the space inside was narrow and everyone was crowded together, it did just enough to accommodate Allen's family. Allen doubted that even a few more would be able to fit in. Even if there are only two people, it will still be crowded.

At this time, Allen was squeezed against the telephone, which was hung crookedly on the wall as if a barbarian had tried to tear it open. Mr. Harris reached over Allen to get the receiver.

"Let me see... six..." He dialed the number, "two... four... another four... another two..."

When the dial returned to its original position smoothly, a cold female voice came from the phone, not from the receiver in Mr. Harris's hand. However, the voice was very loud and clear, as if there was an invisible voice. The woman was standing next to them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and occupation."

Mr. Harris, who clearly didn't know how to use a telephone, spoke into the receiver as if he were holding a walkie-talkie. "Seven members of Owen Harris' family were invited to the Ministry of Magic to attend the award ceremony of the Order of Merlin, Third Class."

"Thank you," said the cold female voice, "Visitor, please take the badge and tie it to the front of your robe."

There was a clicking sound, and then Alan saw something sliding out of the metal slide that was usually used to return coins. He picked it up. It was a square silver badge with the words "Owen Harris's family of seven, awarded the Order of Merlin, Third Class" on it. When the female voice sounded again, he pinned the badge to the front of his robe.

"Visitors to the Ministry of Magic, you need to undergo an inspection and take your wand to the security office for registration. The security office is at the innermost part of the central hall."

The floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled. They slowly sank into the ground. Slowly, Allen could see nothing. He could only hear the dull grinding noise of the phone booth as it passed down through the ground. When the dazzling light hit Allen's eyes, they stopped falling.

"The Ministry wishes you a pleasant day," the female voice said.

The phone box door sprang open and Mr. Harris walked out, followed by the family. What appeared before Allen's eyes was a world full of magic, with decorations that looked magnificent and full of magic.

He noticed that there were many gilded fireplaces on the walls on both sides of the hall. 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.

"Normally, we should enter the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace." Albert explained as if he saw Alan's doubts. "We are walking through the guest aisle today."

"It feels wonderful to pretend that you are not from the ministry and enter through an unfamiliar passage." Owen responded cheerfully, greeting everyone he knew with a bright face.

"Yes, we are here to attend the award ceremony for the Order of Merlin, Third Class." He said enthusiastically to everyone he knew.

It seems that the wizards of the Ministry of Magic attach great importance to the honor of the Order of Merlin! Allen keenly captured the envy and jealousy in these people's eyes.