"And that pair of wings, it looks a bit like an oracle bird's," Elwyn said uncertainly.
"You two have helped me a lot," the big wizard said gratefully. "Those guys threw this trouble at me, and I was worried about its specific species."
He took out a small notebook from inside his robe and wrote down everything that Sirius and Elwyn had just said.
Elwyn saw that the notebook was full of sketches of all kinds of strange animals, with annotations at the bottom, like the research notes of the most evil wizard.
Above this strange creature of a cat and a swallow-tailed dog was a picture of a rooster, which seemed to be crowing, but its mouth was spewing flames.
"What are you going to do with this animal?" Elwyn asked curiously.
"First, determine the specific species, and then try to restore it. If it doesn't work, it will be registered as a new species, and then sent to a special place to be raised." The pale young wizard replied, bending down and looking at Elwyn with a serious face. "Listen, little guy, if you graduate in the future, please remember, do not work in the Magical Animal Management Department. It's a nightmare here, dealing with all kinds of strange, difficult animals and pests all day long. It's like a trash can, all the monsters in the department that can't be dealt with are thrown in, and the office is filled with a stench and animal cries. "
"Thank you for the reminder, I will be careful," Elwyn nodded.
The other seemed to be at his limit, but it sounded like Hagrid would like this place.
They were not talking, the elevator clanked and swished up quickly, the chain rattling loudly below.
Except for the big wizard and the pale young wizard who were worried about the contents of the iron suitcase, everyone else was curiously looking at Elwyn and Sirius.
"Seventh floor, Department of Magic and Sports, including the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, the official Highstone Club, and the Funny Product Patent Office." The cold woman's voice sounded in the elevator.
The elevator door opened, and Elwyn caught a glimpse of a messy corridor, with all kinds of Quidditch team posters pasted on the wall.
"In a few months, the United Kingdom will host the Quidditch World Cup final." Mr. Weasley said happily, "If you two are interested, you can come with us. I've got more than ten tickets. This is an extra benefit from the department. Of course, you can also invite Harry, Hermione, and the others. "
"Thank you, Arthur," said Sirius in a low voice. "Elwyn and I are going on a long journey with Dumbledore. If we can make it, we will. During my absence, I would like to ask you to take care of Harry, you know? "
He suddenly stopped and glanced warily at the wizards who were eavesdropping on his conversation.
The man quickly averted his gaze and pretended not to hear anything.
"Got it. Let's talk in my office." Mr. Weasley nodded.
The door closed, and the elevator continued to rise. After a while, the woman's voice announced, "Sixth floor, Department of Magic and Traffic, including the Flying Network Administration, the Flying Broom Management and Control Bureau, the Door Key Office, and the Phantom Manifestation Test Center."
The elevator door opened again. Under Sirius's angry stare, the wizard who was eavesdropping on him hurried down, and a few paper airplanes flew into the elevator.
Elwyn looked up and watched them fly slowly around his head. Their color was a light purple, and the side of the wings was stamped with the words "Ministry of Magic."
"That's a note to pass messages between departments." Mr. Weasley explained, "We used to use owls. It was unbelievably dirty, with feces everywhere on the desks and the floor."
"Yes, in the end, the responsibility of taking care of these owls falls on us. We have to feed them, treat them, and clean them," the pale young wizard complained again. "Think about it, there are thousands of owls, but the department can only send five people, all of whom are young wizards who have just graduated like me. It's very strenuous physical work. That's another nightmare. Thank God, I finally don't have to worry about those damn owls anymore. "
"Well, Angus, don't keep saying these disappointing things in front of the children," Mr. Weasley said discontentedly. "Say something cheerful."
"I don't see anything cheerful, and I have to deal with this cat and dog mixture later," Angus muttered in a low voice. "That's the job of the Department of Magical Animal Management. All the trouble..."
He stopped immediately, and the elevator door opened again.
"The fifth floor, the Department of International Magic Cooperation, which includes the International Magic Trade Standards Association, the International Magic Law Office, and the British Section of the International Magic Union."
Mr. Barty Crouch stood in front of the elevator with a serious face and no trace of a smile on his face.
He was wearing the neatest wizard robe that Elwyn had seen that day, and his gray hair was neatly combed. He looked very serious and dignified.
Angus was so scared that he was speechless when he saw him.
He quickly shut his mouth and swallowed the second half of his complaint.
"Good morning, Barty," Mr. Weasley greeted him cheerfully.
However, the other party ignored him. Mr. Crouch glanced at Elwyn, and then stared at Sirius, his face expressionless.
Sirius also looked back at him, his eyes full of hostility.
It was as if they were preparing for a duel, and the tense atmosphere spread in the elevator.
Elwyn knew that as the director of the Department of Magic Enforcement, Mr. Crouch had imprisoned Sirius in Azkaban without a trial. That was when the enmity between the two parties was formed.
Mr. Crouch did not enter in the end, and the elevator went up again.
It was quiet, except for the sound of notes dancing around the lamp hanging from the ceiling of the elevator.
"Scary, isn't it?" Angus lowered his head and whispered, "Mr. Crouch is a person with real power in the department. I heard that even the director is afraid of him..."
Everyone knew that when the Lord Voldemort led the Death Eaters on a rampage, Barty Crouch had publicly advocated for the use of forceful methods to fight back, gaining the trust of the general public.
His reputation was unparalleled, and he was considered the most popular candidate for the next director of the Ministry of Magic.
However, after the war ended, everyone suddenly discovered that his son, Barty Crouch Jr., was also a Death Eater. In the end, he personally imprisoned him in the wizard prison.
However, after this matter was exposed, his reputation still fell, and everyone thought that his actions were too cruel and heartless.
In the end, he was transferred to the Department of International Magic Cooperation, and the mild-mannered Cornelius successfully became the director.
This was something that everyone knew, and Elwyn also knew some secrets that no one else knew.
After that, he entered Azkaban under the pleading of his wife, and used a compound decoction to exchange identities with Barty Crouch Jr., who was seriously ill.
Then, he used a curse to control his Death Eater son, locking him up at home for many years, and even used the Amnesia Curse on his subordinates who discovered the truth.
However, he was still killed by his crazy son a few months later.
Thinking of Barty Crouch Jr., Elwyn felt a headache coming on. Today's meeting made him suddenly realize that he should take action.
Since the future had been completely changed, there was no need to keep Barty Crouch Jr.
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