Hogwarts Dark Lord Reserve

October [-]st.

an important day.

In Professor McGonagall's office at Hogwarts, Charlotte adjusted her dress in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

A black and slender custom-made wizard robe, with green patterns embroidered on the sleeves, Cuthbert's family crest on the chest, a thunderbird spreading its wings to summon thunder and lightning, and a line of words below it is the family's ancestral motto.

"Never decay!"

The corners of Charlotte's mouth are slightly raised, with a perfect social expression, exquisite facial features, dark green pupils, like emeralds, and a slender and better figure of a girl reflected in the mirror, with a gentle temperament and elegant manners.

"Madam Mojin's craftsmanship is still so good."

People who don't know her will think that she is a qualified lady, and forget that she is already the head of a big family. Charlotte is very satisfied with this dress.

There are two other professors in the office. Professor McGonagall is standing next to Charlotte, grinning from ear to ear. This time Hogwarts will have two professors accompanying Charlotte to the Ministry of Magic. Awarded the Order of Merlin.

This is also a very grand (advertising) time for Hogwarts, and the school will naturally send someone to express its importance.

"That's enough, Charlotte, today you are destined to be the most dazzling one."

After all, Charlotte can be regarded as brought out by her. Her own students won such an honor, which made Professor McGonagall, who has always been stern, happy for a long time.

"Be happy, Severus."

Professor McGonagall made fun of Snape with a cold face, and looked at Charlotte's clothes with satisfaction.

"If you are all ready, then let's go."

Professor McGonagall looked at Snape and Charlotte who were silent beside him, Charlotte nodded.

"I'm ready, Professor."

The awarding ceremony of the Merlin Medal was held at the Ministry of Magic. If you go from Hogwarts to the Ministry of Magic, you must first use the fireplace to leave the range where apparation is prohibited in Hogwarts, and then teleport directly to the vicinity of the Ministry of Magic.

It took a while to teleport to the Three Broomsticks bar in Hogsmeade with the fireplace floo powder from Professor McGonagall's office. The hostess here, Ms. Rosmerta, greeted the three people coming out of the fireplace warmly.

"Minerva, Mr. Snape, and a lovely little witch, why are you free to come to me today? Do you want a glass of sherry?"

Rosmerta is a very beautiful lady who always remembers the preferences of her guests, just like Ollivander, the master wandmaker in Diagon Alley, who remembers every wand he sells.

Ms. Rosmerta is enthusiastic, sensible, and good-looking, so the business of Three Broomsticks has been very good. Many senior students in the school have a crush on this lady.

Professor McGonagall finished cleaning the dust from his robes, whirled it away, removed the dust, and looked up at Ms. Rosmerta politely.

"We have to go to the Ministry of Magic today, and next time I come to taste your sherry, I dare say, your sherry is the best in the whole of England."

Professor McGonagall and Ms. Rosmerta greeted each other acquaintedly. The professors from Hogwarts often organized a group to come to the Three Broomsticks for a small gathering, and they had a very good relationship with the proprietress.

"Hold my hand, Miss Charlotte."

Charlotte grabbed Professor McGonagall's outstretched arm, and after that, the world spun around, making the crowded people dizzy.

The portkeys, Floo powder, and apparition used for the journey, few people who are first-time users can not vomit. Eight hundred times.

The space distorted for a while, and three people came out of the space, standing on the street, stepping on the stone slab, with the breeze blowing on their faces, Charlotte was in a trance for a while, and then came back to his senses and looked at the street.

This is the trail leading to the telephone box of the Ministry of Magic. Charlotte has been here a few times before. The Ministry of Magic strictly prohibits door keys, Floo powder and apparition. Even the staff enter through specific passages.

One is for safety, and the other is for face. If anyone can apparate into the Ministry of Magic, then the Ministry of Magic should be messed up. All kinds of people coming in and out will definitely make it a mess.

There are many Muggles coming and going on this street. No one noticed the three people who appeared out of thin air. Pedestrians walked in a hurry. Occasionally, some people glanced at the three people. At most, it was a little strange about their strange clothes, but they would not stop and watch for it. .

Although they were regarded as rare things all the way, the three of them didn't care about the gaze of this group of people. They left the bustling street and walked to a dilapidated alley, where a red telephone booth was placed in the innermost.

Those who go to the Ministry of Magic need to enter through this dilapidated red telephone booth. This alley is surrounded by several dilapidated buildings, a bar, and one wall is painted messily, and the environment is quite dirty.

The phone booth stood there alone, as if it had been abandoned for a long time, and no one would make a call here. The three squeezed into the phone booth, and they took up the small space, Charlotte said aggrievedly.

"Can't they set up a seamless fold for this thing?!"

The new clothes were about to be wrinkled, and he looked helplessly at Professor McGonagall picking up the receiver, typing 62442 skillfully, and waiting for the call to connect.

The voice of the reception witch sounded, the tone was cold, it didn't seem to come from the receiver, it was more like in the air, as if the person was standing in front of them and speaking.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and why you are here."

"I'm Minerva, and I'm accompanied by Severus and Cuthbert. We're here to present Miss Charlotte Cuthbert's Order of Merlin."

After waiting for a while, the witch's voice sounded again.

"Hello, guest, please pin the medal to your chest."

Three silver badges fell from the coin slot, and the three of them pinned them together.

"Dear guest, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand information. Welcome to the Ministry of Magic."

The phone booth shook slightly, the bricks below sank, and the phone booth began to sink. The outside of the phone booth was covered with thick soil, and the squeeze around it made the phone booth make an unbearable creaking sound. I was afraid that it would go on strike halfway down.

"After so long, can't the Ministry of Magic improve the phone booth?"

Charlotte complained for the second time, the experience was extremely poor, and the two professors also felt the same way. If it is not important, no one wants to come here to suffer this.

Fortunately, the phone booth is still very reliable, and the speed is also very fast. It landed in 1 minute. After the three walked out, the phone booth behind them went up again.

The hall of the Ministry of Magic is very wide, and there are a row of fireplaces on the surrounding walls. From time to time, staff members come out of the fireplace, and a huge chandelier hangs above it. The orange light envelopes the entire hall, the sound of people walking, and there are a lot of owls carrying letters above their heads. In and out, it feels noisy.

In the middle of the hall is a fountain. The statues of a handsome wizard and a beautiful and gentle witch stand in the middle, surrounded by statues of goblins, centaurs and other creatures. They surround the two statues of wizards, like courtiers supporting the emperor.

Not far ahead was the security checkpoint. The three of them crossed the crowd. A middle-aged man sat there with his head down. Professor McGonagall knocked on the table.

"excuse me."

The staff raised their heads lazily, glanced at the silver medals on the chests of the three, and took out a piece of parchment.

"It's fine to register the wand on it."

Charlotte glanced at Professor McGonagall's wand information, fir wood, dragon heart string, nine inches long, and wrote her own wand on it, ebony wood, thunderbird feather core, eleven inches nine and four quarters the third.

After registering the wand, go to the elevator at the back, and Charlotte reminded after entering.

"On the second floor, Professor McGonagall."

The elevator went down and slowly opened on the second floor, and everyone turned around to look at them at the same time.

"Long time no see, Minerva."

An elderly woman leaning on a cane came over and hugged Professor McGonagall.

"And Severus, this must be Miss Cuthbert?"

"This is Geselda Marchbane, Director of the Wizarding Examinations Bureau, who is in charge of writing the newts' test papers, and a senior member of the Wizengamot. This is Charlotte Cuthbert."

Professor McGonagall introduced in the middle, and Charlotte bowed to the old lady, speaking politely.

"Hello."

Marcheban shook hands and looked at Marcheban curiously. This was the first time she had seen this old witch who was said to have supervised Dumbledore.

"What a young and excellent little wizard. I tried the clone potion you invented, and it feels like another me. It's a wonderful potion. Is Severus your mentor?"

"Professor Snape, gave me a lot of valuable advice when I was developing new potions."

Charlotte looked at Snape gratefully, and turned a corner to admit Marchban's words. In this way, Snape couldn't refute her, and Snape raised his eyebrows and didn't say a word.

Marchban still wanted to continue chatting about the family, but the man next to him coughed lightly.

"Look at my memory, I'm here to pick you up, come with me, the jury has been waiting for a long time."

The Wizengamot Management Agency is located in the innermost gate on the second floor. After a group of people entered, there were already many people seated in the upper seats.

This is the highest court in the wizarding world, consisting of about fifty members. The chief executive is called the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, and the chief wizard of this session is Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sat in the middle, wearing a fuchsia robe with a delicate silver w embroidered on the left chest, which is the uniform of members of the Wizengamot.

When Principal Dumbledore saw them coming in, he nodded slightly, his face was kind, and he looked no different from ordinary old men.

"Look who's here! A new young genius from our wizarding world."

A fat middle-aged man wearing a nondescript suit, pinstriped suit, bright red tie, black long cloak, purple pointed boots, dark green top hat, very awkward, with a high-spirited expression, walking directly this way come over.

No matter how many times you watch it, your eyes are hot, Charlotte replied with a polite smile, thinking so.

"You are overrated, Mr. Fudge."