After confirming that everyone was present, Mr. Harris took out a pendant with a peacock design.
"Dad, what's this?" Emily curiously asked her father.
"It's a door key." Mr. Harris was in a good mood.
"What's a door key?" It seemed that Emily had reached the age where she liked to get to the bottom of things.
"A door key is a magic item that can quickly transfer people from one space to another." Mr. Harris patiently answered all of his adorable daughter's questions.
"A door key? Dad, you actually applied for a door key? Isn't that something that can only be obtained with the authorization of the Ministry of Magic? " Daisy asked in surprise. Normally, only when the Ministry of Magic held a large event could one get a door key, but Mr. Harris actually got one!
"You know, after all, Albert, Lunn, and I are all in the Ministry of Magic, even though our positions aren't high. Well, awarding a third level medal of the Sir Merlin Legion is such a big event that it's worth it to spend some favors and successfully apply for a door key. It looks quite exquisite! "Mr. Harris shook the pendant in his hand.
"Isn't it good to use some special methods to get there? Perhaps this will be the only experience in my life! " Albert and Lunn originally wanted to use Phantom Translocation to reach the vicinity of the Ministry of Magic before reuniting with their family, but Mr. Harris believed that since it was a medal awarded to the whole family, they should all act together.
Mr. Harris being able to get a door key meant that his family's strength was far greater than he had imagined. Allen naturally understood the meaning of Mr. Harris' words. If it weren't for a loophole in the management, the trophy wouldn't have been replaced with a door key in the Goblet of Fire.
"Everyone, grab the feathers of the peacock pendant." Mr. Harris pinched one of the peacock's feathers. Emily followed her father's example and pinched one of the fingers. Then, the family surrounded the small peacock pendant, each of them pinching a peacock feather.
According to the number of feathers, this door key could carry a lot of people! Allen suspected that Mr. Harris had chosen the most beautiful key, not the most suitable one. For door keys, they looked quite ordinary and would not attract much attention. However, if a Sorcerer cast a special magic on them, they would be able to bring people through spacetime.
After everyone was in position, Allen felt as if there was a hook behind his navel that suddenly hooked forward with irresistible force. Then, his feet left the ground and he flew up. He flew forward like a gust of wind, and nothing could be seen in front of him. The door key seemed to have a magnetic force that stuck his finger to it, ensuring that Allen would not get lost in space.
Soon, Allen found himself standing on a dirty street. The wall on one side of the street was painted messily. There were various colors of paint and all kinds of crooked handwriting on it. A few dilapidated buildings collapsed weakly and pathetically to the side. There was a bar that was very empty. There was not a single customer inside, and it was very quiet.
"We're here," Mr. Harris said simply. He pointed at an old red phone booth. The phone booth was missing a few pieces of glass and stood in front of the badly painted wall. "Everyone, follow me."
He opened the door of the phone booth.
Allen was not sure if he should go in. After all, it was so narrow inside! Albert and Lunn did not hesitate to follow. Mrs. Harris picked up Emily and went in. Daisy frowned and carefully lifted her velvet robe. She actually stuffed it in as well.
Allen walked in and found that although the space was narrow and everyone was squeezed together, it was just enough to accommodate Allen's family. Allen suspected that even if there were a few more people, it would still fit. Even if there were only two people, it would still be crowded.
At this time, Allen was squeezed against the phone. The phone was hanging on the wall in a crooked way, as if a barbarian had tried to tear it apart. Mr. Harris reached over Allen and took the receiver.
"Let me see … Six …" He dialed the number. "Two … Four … Another four … Another two …"
When the dial returned smoothly to its original position, a cold female voice came from the phone. It did not come from the receiver in Mr. Harris's hand, but the voice was very loud and clear, as if there was an invisible woman standing next to them.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and occupation. "
Mr. Harris obviously did not know how to use the phone. He spoke into the receiver as if he was holding a walkie-talkie. "Owen? Harris, working in the Department of Magic Accidents and Disasters, invited to the Ministry of Magic to participate in the Sir Merlin Medal Award Ceremony. "Then, everyone reported their names and occupations one by one.
"Thank you," the cold female voice said. "Visitor, please take the badge and fasten it to the front of your robe."
There was a clicking sound, and then Allen saw something slide out of the metal chute, which was usually used to return coins.
He picked it up. It was a square silver medallion, on which was written "Alan? Harris, student of Hogwarts, Sir Merlin Medal Award Ceremony. "
When the female voice sounded again, he fastened the badge to the front of his robe. "Visitor from the Ministry of Magic, you need to undergo a check and register your wand at the Security Department, which is in the innermost part of the lobby."
The floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled. They slowly sank into the ground. Slowly, Allen could not see anything. He could only hear the dull grinding sound of the phone booth as it went down through the ground. When the dazzling light pierced Allen's eyes, they stopped falling.
"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day," the female voice said.
The door of the phone booth popped open, and Mr. Harris walked out, followed by the family.
In front of Allen's eyes was a very magical world. Allen looked at the magnificent, magical decorations and felt that it was an eye-opener.
He noticed that there were many gilded fireplaces on the walls on both sides of the lobby. Every few seconds, with a slight sound of rapid movement, a wizard or witch came out of the fireplace on the left. And on the right, in front of each fireplace, there was a small line waiting to leave.
"Under normal circumstances, we should enter the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace." As if seeing Allen's confusion, Albert explained. "We are using the guest passage today."
"Pretending that you are not a member of the Ministry and entering through an unfamiliar passage, it is a wonderful feeling." Mr. Harris responded cheerfully. He was in a great mood today, and he greeted everyone he knew with a glowing face.
"Yes, we are here to attend the Sir Merlin Medal Award Ceremony." He said enthusiastically to everyone he knew.
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