This was the British Ministry of Magic. It was Elwyn's first time here.
This was the British Ministry of Magic. It was Elwyn's first time here.
Dumbledore and Sirius had not arrived yet. Green flames flickered in the golden fireplace from time to time, and he was pushed forward by the stream of people coming out of the fireplace.
These people were all workers from the Ministry of Magic. Their faces had the lifeless expression of the morning, and they strode towards the row of golden doors at the end of the hall.
Elwyn noticed that some of them were carrying piles of parchments that looked like they were about to fall, some were carrying tattered briefcases, and some were reading newspapers as they walked, trying to understand the news that happened in the magic world yesterday.
Most of the newspapers were from the Daily Prophet, but not all of them. Elwyn was delighted to find that quite a few of them were actually holding the Hogwarts Magic Daily.
Under the leadership of Professor Lupin, the newspaper established by Elwyn had been developing rapidly, and its circulation was vaguely competing with the Daily Prophet.
With the help of Nick who almost lost his head, they had their own unique source of information. If Elwyn could publish the matter of the Dark Magic Mark appearing in the forbidden forest last night, most likely all the wizards would be holding onto the Hogwarts Magic Daily.
This was definitely an amazing achievement that would surpass everyone's imagination.
As the newspaper with the largest circulation in the magic world, it had been centuries since anyone challenged the Daily Prophet's hegemony.
In front of them, in the middle of the wide hall was a fountain.
In the middle of a circular pool of water stood a group of pure gold statues that were larger than a real person.
The tallest of them was a noble wizard, he raised his magic wand and pointed it towards the sky.
Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a sprite and a house-elf. The witch leaned against the wizard, the centaur, the sprite and the house-elf all looked up at the two wizards in worship.
From the tip of the wizard's wand, from the arrowhead of the centaur, from the tip of the fairy's hat, from the ears of the house-elf.
There was the sound of water splashing and splashing, the sound of people using Phantom Transformations, and the messy footsteps of hundreds of sorcerers.
Elwyn felt that his eyes were not enough. He followed the crowd to the central fountain and saw many sparkling silver sycamores and copper nats at the bottom of the pool.
Beside it was a small, stained sign that said, "All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain will be donated to St. Mungo Hospital for Magic Patients."
Although this group of statues looked realistic, they were definitely not real.
Based on Elwyn's understanding of centaurs and fairies, unless they were afflicted with a Soul Reaping Curse or had their heads smashed, they would never look at a human Magus with such reverence. As for the house-elves, they buried their heads under their feet most of the time.
Just as Elwyn was looking at this group of statues with interest, a lazy male voice sounded from behind him. "Little guy, where are you from?"
A wizard in a peacock blue robe with an unshaven beard walked towards Elwyn.
Behind him was a small wooden table with a sign that read "Safety Check" on it.
"I have something to do at the Ministry of Magic." Elwyn replied curtly.
He was not sure if he should say the names of Dumbledore, Sirius or Foggy. If he told him that he was looking for the head of the Ministry of Magic for permission to enter Azkaban, would he think he was crazy?
"I have something to do." The guard squinted his eyes and said suspiciously, "Without the accompaniment of an adult, a young wizard like you is not allowed to come here. Do you have a wand? Let me take a look. "
This guy was so annoying that Elwyn even wanted to pull out his wand and cast a Soul Snatch Spell on him.
Then he remembered that he could not use this kind of advanced magic for the time being.
However, he could still do a small Petrification Spell.
"Elwyn, what are you doing here?" At this moment, Mr. Weasley, who was wearing a tattered wizard robe, suddenly Phantom Shift appeared not far away.
He looked at Elwyn in surprise and waved at the guard who looked suspicious. "Wait a minute, I know Eric. He is my son's friend."
"Arthur, do you know him?" The guard wizard deflated like a balloon and returned to his previous lifeless appearance. "Alright then …"
"Good morning, Mr. Weasley." Elwyn explained. "I came with Dumbledore and Sirius. I came from the Flying Net first and they will be here soon."
"They came with the Hogwarts. Did something happen?"
Before Elwyn could answer, there was a sudden commotion at the other end of the golden hall.
Dumbledore and Sirius, who had just walked out of the fireplace, were recognized almost instantly.
Many wizards rushed there, shouting, and the hall was in chaos.
Both of them were famous in the magic world and had many admirers.
Dumbledore, who was recognized as the number one wizard in the magic world, had been in the Hogwarts for the past few years and rarely appeared in public. It was difficult for adult wizards to see him.
Sirius was even more so. Ever since he was cleared of wrongdoing, he quickly took over the Defense Against Black Magic professorship and had no contact with the outside world at all.
The truth about his prison break and the incident 20 years ago had been stirred up by public opinion and had not dissipated until now.
Everyone was full of curiosity about Sirius and hoped to see him in person. Some were even crazier and even wanted his autograph.
"It looks like they will be here for a while. Let's not stand here like idiots. We can go in and wait." Mr. Weasley pulled Elwyn to the side of the guard.
"Erick, we want to go in. Help Elwyn to do a check-up."
The wizard named Erick agreed absent-mindedly. He did not have the vigilance that he had when he was interrogating Elwyn. His eyes kept looking at the hall. It looked like he wanted to go and see Dumbledore and Sirius.
"Come here." He mumbled.
Erick raised a long golden rod that was as thin as a car antenna and very tough. He used it to sweep Elwyn's chest and back from top to bottom.
"Okay, wand." He put down the golden thing and held out his hand.
It was a mandatory security check for outsiders who wanted to enter the Ministry of Magic. Elwyn handed the wand over.
He threw it on a strange-looking brass machine that looked like a single plate balance.
The machine began to vibrate slightly and a narrow piece of parchment was spat out from a hole at the bottom.
Erick pulled the paper off and read the words on it.
"Fourteen-and-a-half inches, grapevine wood, used for two years, the core is …" Erick stopped and frowned at the paper in his hand.
"Is there a problem?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"No, you can go in." Erick returned the wand to Elwyn.
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