"Yes, I remember this is the place!" Mr. Weasley said happily, pointing to a dilapidated red phone booth.
The phone booth seemed to be a product from decades ago and had been abandoned here.
Several of the glass panes were missing, and there was a smeared wall behind it.
"This is much worse than I imagined the Ministry of Magic would be..."
"It's not easy to find such a large space in the center of London, and this is just an entrance," Mr. Weasley said cheerfully. Said Mr Weasley cheerfully, opening the door of the phone box. "Now, children, you go in first!"
Elwyn, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George all squeezed in. There was no space at all. Everyone was pressed together, and the dilapidated phone booth was creaking and could collapse at any time.
"You're stepping on me, Fred!" Ron shouted.
"Not me, it's George!" Fred responded.
"No, I can't move. Can any of you step back!" George said.
Mr. Weasley also came in and closed the door with difficulty. They were squeezed into the small space like a can.
Elwyn was pressed against the phone. Hermione was in front of him, and Harry was behind him.
Her back was against the wall, and her front body was pressed tightly against Elwyn. The movement was extremely ambiguous.
As long as someone pushed Elwyn from behind, he would bump into Hermione.
Seeing Hermione's expression, he hurriedly lifted his waist, but was soon bumped by someone again …
In the end, Elwyn simply hugged her in his arms, so that the impact would be smaller.
As for the phone, it hung crookedly from the wall, as if a vandal had tried to tear it off.
If a Muggle were to pass by, he would be shocked and think that they were crazy.
"Give me the microphone, please!" said Mr. Weasley.
"Mr. Weasley, I think this phone might be broken too," Harry said, taking the receiver from Elwyn.
"No, no, I believe it's not broken." Mr. Weasley raised the phone above his head and looked at the dial. He stretched out his other hand with difficulty. "Oh, no, I can't reach it. Elwyn, help me dial 62442."
Hermione tried her best to give him some space. Elwyn raised his head and dialed the number.
When the dial quickly turned back to its original position, a woman's cold voice came into the phone booth. The voice did not come from the phone in Mr. Weasley's hand. It was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing next to them and talking to them.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and the business you are here for."
"Well …" Mr. Weasley said. Apparently, he was not sure if he should speak into the phone. Finally, he made a concession and put the mouthpiece to his ear and shouted, "Arthur Weasley, Department of Prohibited Muggle. I am here to accompany Elwyn Mason and Harry Potter. They are here for questioning and trial. In addition, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, and George Weasley. They are here to watch their trial. "
"Thank you!" said the woman in a cold voice. "Guest, please take the badge and put it in front of your clothes."
Clink, clink, clink. Seven badges slid out of the metal slot that was supposed to be used to withdraw coins.
Elwyn picked them up and handed them to Harry, leaving his and Hermione's badges. He saw that his was a square silver badge with the words: Elwyn Mason, on trial. Hermione's badge said: Visit.
They pinned the badges to the front of their T-shirts and looked around expectantly. The woman's voice sounded again.
"Guest of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security desk and register your wand. The security desk is at the end of the main hall."
As soon as she finished speaking, the ground of the phone booth suddenly trembled.
With a cry of surprise, they slowly sank into the ground.
Hermione instinctively hugged Elwyn. She was already being hugged by Elwyn, and now they were even closer together.
Elwyn had never felt that he and Hermione were so close together. It was as if they had both entered a tight suit.
Just like the night he had entered Hermione's pajamas, he could clearly feel her heartbeat now.
He watched the sidewalk outside the glass window of the phone booth rise higher and higher, until there was only darkness above their heads.
In a flash, nothing could be seen. They could only hear the monotonous, ear-piercing sound of the phone booth sinking into the ground.
No one spoke. Everyone held their breath. Even Mr. Weasley was a little nervous.
After about a minute, but it actually felt much longer, a thin golden light shone on their feet.
Then the golden light gradually widened, expanded to cover their bodies, and finally shone directly on their faces.
"The Ministry of Magic hopes that you have a good time today," the woman's voice said.
The door of the phone booth flew open, and several people stumbled out of it.
"Wow!" They looked around and were so surprised that their mouths could not close!
Compared to the bustling scene of central London at the Muggle, the scene in front of them was even more shocking.
Even though Elwyn had been here once more than a year ago, he could not help but look around curiously.
The same was true for Fred and George. They had only been to the Ministry of Magic with Mr. Weasley when they were young. They had not been here for many years. It was the first time for Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Although they had heard a lot of descriptions, they had never seen it with their own eyes.
At this moment, they were standing at one end of a very long and splendid hall.
The floor was dark and polished, and the peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with glittering golden symbols. The symbols were constantly moving and changing, like a huge bulletin board in the sky.
Elwyn was just watching, but now he recognized that the ceiling had used a lot of alchemy and magic circles.
The seemingly messy golden symbols converged into magic runes. Many of them were in Nico Makarov. Many of them were not recorded in the research notes that Lemour had given him.
In the hall, the four walls were lined with dark, glossy planks, and many gilded fireplaces were embedded in the planks.
Every few seconds, with a soft poof, a wizard suddenly appeared from one of the fireplaces on the left.
On the right, there were a few people queuing up in front of each fireplace, waiting to leave.
In the middle of the hall was a fountain, and in the middle of a round pool stood a group of pure gold statues that were larger than a real person.
The tallest of them was a noble wizard, who was holding his magic wand high, pointing it to the sky.
Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a sprite, and a house-elf.
The centaur, sprite, and house-elf all looked up at the two wizards in worship. Streams of shining water shot out from the top of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrowhead, from the sprite's hat, and from the house-elf's ears.
There was the sound of 'ding dong dong', 'hua la hua la', and the sound of people using Phantom Shift.
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