There was no need to rush the matter of going to the Ministry of Magic. After all, the main mission was not him, but the three children.
So he went to Grimmauld Square first.
When he appeared at Grimmauld Square, Harry had just woken up from a panic because of some problems.
Chown knew why Voldemort was upset. After all, his Brain Sealing Spell wasn't perfect, so he was easily influenced by Voldemort's emotions and memories. This couldn't be helped. As a soul tool, he was bound to have such a reaction.
But soon after, the three of them went to the kitchen downstairs, and Kreacher served them stew and fruit pies with syrup.
This house elf was the only one who sensed Jon's arrival, but he did not show any reaction. After all, Sirius was not really dead, and Jon's position allowed him to order Kreacher to do some things, especially when Harry did not order Kreacher to say anything.
However, he did not expose himself. He only listened to their plan after confirming that there was nothing wrong with them.
These people analyzed their action plan over and over again, memorizing it word for word, and only returned to their room to sleep late at night.
Hermione saw Jon in the bedroom.
"Teacher, why are you here?"
Looking at Jon sitting on the chair in the room, Hermione was a little surprised. After all, Jon did not tell her that he was coming, and she had been nervous recently, worried about being discovered.
"I came to see you. How are the two little guys doing?"
"I don't think their situation is very good, especially Harry's condition. He looks really worrisome."
"This is the fate he has to bear as a soul tool. Don't worry, it will be over soon. It is good for him to bear some pain."
Okay.
Hermione was silent. She knew that this was not an important problem, and they did not need to consider the situation now. Today, Jon definitely did not come here for this matter.
Although their teacher-student relationship did not last long, Hermione understood Jon very well.
That was, unless it was necessary, Jon would not appear in front of others in person.
"About your trip to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow …"
Jon was silent for a moment before he said, "Don't worry about safety, but there is one thing you should pay attention to. That place is now filled with Death Eaters. If your identity is exposed, you may be in danger.
Of course, since I promised to protect you, I won't let anything happen to you.
I can help you leave that place safely and give you enough time to use Phantom Shift.
But if there is an accident, if you are caught by someone, remember, you must immediately change your position. It doesn't matter even if this place is exposed.
Béla and Trix knew about the existence of Grimmauld Square, but they didn't have a way to enter before.
It's no big deal to throw the place out there now. They're not interested in the house. They're only interested in you.
In the following period of time, you may face a lot of things. I can't be by your side to protect you every single time, but there will definitely be someone accompanying you. It's fine as long as you know this in your heart. Don't tell the two of them, otherwise, it would be meaningless.
You have to experience what you have to experience. Not everyone can be so lucky as to have the opportunity you have.
When you experience more, you will understand how complicated this world is.
You know what I want to do. The next two years are likely to be the time when the magic society changes the most. You need to seize the opportunity. "
In fact, Hermione didn't quite understand, but she nodded anyway.
Jon patted her on the shoulder and left.
The night was dark.
Dawn came chasing after midnight, seeming to be in a hurry.
"You don't look well."
Ron said when he came in to wake Harry up in Harry's room.
"I'll be fine soon."
Harry replied with a yawn.
They saw Hermione downstairs in the kitchen, looking at the coffee and hot rolls served by Kreacher. She had a slightly crazy expression on her face that Harry immediately associated with studying for an exam.
"Robe," she muttered.
She muttered to herself, nodded nervously at them, and continued to fumble in her beaded pouch.
"Compound soup … Invisibility cloak …
Decoy bomb … You have to take two of these each, just in case …
Spit candy, nosebleed candy, retractable ear … "
They gulped down their breakfast and started upstairs. Kreacher bowed them out and promised to have steak and kidney pie ready for them.
"God bless him," Ron said emotionally.
"Just think, I used to fantasize about cutting his head off and nailing it to the wall."
They stood cautiously at the top of the steps, where they could see two Death Eaters with swollen eyes looking at them across the foggy square.
Hermione Apparated with Ron and then came back to get Harry.
After a brief moment of darkness and suffocation, Harry found himself standing in the alley where the first part of the operation was planned to take place.
The alley was empty except for two large dustbins.
The first batch of Ministry staff would not appear until at least eight o 'clock.
"Well," Hermione said, looking at her watch. "She'll be here in five minutes. After I knock her out —"
"Hermione, we know," Ron said crossly. "And I thought we were supposed to open the door before she got here?"
Hermione screamed.
"I almost forgot! Out of the way — "
She pointed with her wand at the locked, graffiti-covered fire door next to her, and it opened with a bang.
They had learned by careful investigation that the dark corridor beyond the door led to an empty theater.
Hermione pulled the door shut so that it looked as if it were still closed.
"Now," she said, turning to her two companions in the alley, "let's put on the Invisibility Cloak again —"
"— and wait," Ron said.
After Ron finished speaking, he put the Invisibility Cloak over Hermione's head, like covering a budgie with a wool blanket, and rolled his eyes at Harry.
A minute or so later they heard a soft poof, and a small, grey-haired Ministry witch Apparated a few feet in front of them, blinded by the sudden light.
The sun had just come out from behind a cloud, but before she could enjoy the unexpected warmth, Hermione's silent Spell of Stun hit her in the chest and she collapsed.
"Well done, Hermione," Ron praised.
He emerged from behind a dustbin near the theater entrance, and Harry took off the Invisibility Cloak.
The three of them dragged the little witch into the dark corridor leading to the backstage. Hermione plucked a few strands of hair from the witch's head, took out a bottle of cloudy compound soup from her beaded pouch, and added the hair into the soup.
Ron rummaged in the witch's handbag.
"This is Mafalda Hopkirk," he said.
He read a small card from which the unconscious witch had been an assistant in the Department of Magic. "You'd better take this, Hermione, and the tokens."
He handed her several small gold coins, all stamped with the letters M.O.M., which had been found in the witch's purse.
The compound had turned a pleasant lavender, and Hermione drank it. A few seconds later Mafalda Hopkirk was standing in front of them.
She took off Mafalda's glasses and put them on. Harry looked at his watch.
"We're a bit late. The gentleman from Magic Maintenance will be here soon."
They hurried to shut the real Mafalda behind the door. Harry and Ron put on the Invisibility Cloak while Hermione stood waiting.
A few seconds later, there was another poof, and a small male adept who looked like a stoat appeared in front of them.
"Oh, hello, Mafalda."
"Hello!"
"How are you today?" said Hermione in a quavering voice.
"Not very well."
The little wizard replied, looking rather dispirited.
Hermione and the wizard headed for the main street, with Harry and Ron creeping after them.
"You don't feel well … I'm sorry, I sympathize."
The little wizard tried to explain his situation, but Hermione raised her voice firmly to stop him. She had to stop him before he reached the street. "Here, have a candy."
"Eh? Oh, no, thank you — "
"You must!"
Hermione said harshly, waving the candy in front of him. The little wizard seemed to be frightened and took a piece.
The effect was instantaneous.
As soon as the candy touched his tongue, the little wizard retched violently, not even noticing that Hermione had pulled a clump of hair from the top of his head.
"Oh, dear!"
She said, seeing him vomiting all over the lane. "You may have to rest for a day!"
"No — no!"
He retched as he went on, though he could hardly walk straight. "I must — must — today — must —"
"But it's stupid!"
Said Hermione in horror. "You can't go to work like this — I think you should go to St. Mungo's and have it checked out!"
The wizard could no longer stand and was still trying to move into the street.
"You can't go to work like this!"
Shouted Hermione.
At last he seemed to accept the truth of what she had said. Grabbing Hermione, who looked disgusted, he struggled to his feet and whirled away, leaving behind only the bag that Ron had pulled from his hand at the last moment and some floating vomit.
"Yo-ho."
Hermione picked up the hem of her robe to avoid the vomit on the ground. "It's better to knock him out too."
"Yes," said Ron, coming out of the Invisibility Cloak with the wizard's bag. "But I still think a bunch of unconscious people are more likely to attract attention.
He seems to love his job … Throw me the hair and the soup. "
Two minutes later, Ron stood in front of them, short and stoat-like, like the sick wizard, wearing the navy robe folded in his bag.
"Strange, he didn't wear it today, did he? Since he wants to go to work so much?
But who cares, I'm Reggie Catmull, with a name behind me. "
At the same time, in a space a kilometer away, the real Reggie Catmull swallowed a piece of candy, and his physical problems were immediately solved.
"President, I'm all right."
"That's good," said Stephen gently.
Stephen said gently, "I'm sorry to make you suffer, Uncle Catmull, but we have to do this to save your family."
"No, no, no, don't say that. At least when I was studying in Hufflepuff, I never thought that I would experience such a thing one day.
Besides, this is to help Harry Potter. No matter what, it's what I should do. "
Of course, this was for the best, but Stephen would not take it seriously. The Magic Research Association had spent a lot of money to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic, so even if today's incident did not happen, they would still spend a lot of effort to maintain the existence of these people in the Ministry of Magic.
"Don't worry, what we need to do is to fight against Voldemort, but we can't put these things on the table.
But as you can see, our power is very strong, isn't it?
No matter what, we will help you protect your family's safety. "
Some words had to be said, whether or not they could be done, especially when this matter was 100% successful. What was wrong with saying these words?
As a qualified leader, as well as one of the vice presidents of the Magic Research Association, Stephen had to consider the interests of this organization. Jon shouldn't have any objections … right?
… …
Harry waited for ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity. He was lying alone in the alley full of vomit, with the unconscious Mafalda hidden in the door next to him.
At last, Ron and Hermione returned.
"I don't know who he is," Hermione said, handing Harry a few black curls. "But he's gone home with a bloody nose!
He's quite tall, you might want to change into a robe … "
She pulled out old robes that Kreacher had washed for them, and Harry drank the soup to transform himself.
When the painful transformation was complete, he was more than six feet tall, with strong muscles on his arms, and a beard on his chin.
He stuffed the invisibility cloak and glasses into his new trousers and stood next to the other two.
"My God, that was scary."
Ron said, looking up at Harry, who stood like an iron tower in front of him.
"Take one of Mafalda's tokens."
Hermione reminded Harry, "Let's go, it's almost nine."
The three of them walked out of the alley together.
Fifty meters down the crowded sidewalk, there were two black spiked fences on the steps, one marked "Male" and the other "Female".
"See you later."
Hermione said nervously, waddling down the steps marked "WOMAN".
Harry and Ron followed some oddly dressed men down what seemed to be an ordinary underground public toilet, with dirty black-and-white tiles on the walls.
"Good morning, Reggie!"
Cried a wizard in a navy blue robe, slipping a gold token into a slit in the door into a cubicle. "Bloody nasty, isn't it?
Why do we have to come to work like this?
Who do they think will come, Harry Potter? "
The wizard cackled at his own witticism, and Ron forced a laugh.
"Heh," he said. "Stupid enough, isn't it?"
He and Harry went into an adjoining cubicle.
There was the sound of flushing on either side of Harry, and he crouched down to look through the gap under the partition just in time to see a pair of boots climb into the next toilet.
He looked to his left and saw Ron blinking at him in amazement.
"Flushing yourself in?"
Whispered Ron.
"Looks like it."
Harry whispered back, his voice low and hoarse.
They both straightened up, and Harry climbed into the toilet, feeling the absurdity of it all.
He knew at once that he had done the right thing, and though it felt like standing in water, his shoes, feet, and robes were dry.
He reached out and pulled on the chain, and at once he was hurtling down a short chute, out of a fireplace, and into the Ministry of Magic.
He clambered awkwardly to his feet, not quite used to being so much bigger than usual.
The hall seemed to be darker than Harry remembered it.
In the centre there had been a golden fountain, casting spots of light on the polished wood floors and walls.
Now, in the centre, a huge black stone statue occupied the centre, and it was frightening.
A witch and a wizard sat on ornately carved thrones, looking down at the Ministry of Magic as they tumbled out of the fireplace.
At the base of the statue were carved in large letters a foot high: MAGIC IS MIGHT.
Harry felt a heavy bump on the back of his leg — a wizard had just flown out of the fireplace.
"Get out of the way, will you — Oh, sorry, Runcorn!"
The balding wizard, obviously frightened, hurried away.
It seemed that the man Harry was now impersonating, Runcorn, was very powerful.
"Shh!"
Said another voice. Harry turned and saw a slender witch and the stoat-like wizard from the Magic Maintenance Department waving to him from beside the statue, and hurried over.
"Did you get in all right?"
Whispered Hermione to Harry.
"No, he's still stuck in the toilet."
"Oh, that's funny … horrible, isn't it?"
She said, seeing that Harry was still staring at the statue. "Did you see what they were sitting on?"
Harry looked carefully and saw that what he had thought was a beautifully carved throne was actually a pile of human bodies carved in stone. Hundreds of naked human bodies: men, women, and children, all rather dull and ugly, their limbs twisted together to support the handsome robed Wizard.
"Muggle," whispered Hermione. "They're where they're supposed to be. Come on, let's go. "
They joined the crowd of male and female Wizards and walked towards the golden door at the end of the hall, looking around as inconspicuously as possible, but they did not see the distinctive figure of Dolores Umbridge.
They passed through the golden door into a smaller hall and saw people queuing up in front of the golden grated doors of twenty elevators.
They had just joined the nearest line when a voice said, "Catmull!"
They turned and Harry felt a spasm in his stomach.
A Death Eater who had been present at the time of Dumbledore's death strode towards them, and the members of the Ministry of Magic next to him all lowered their eyes and fell silent.
Harry could feel the fear spreading among them, and the man's gloomy, slightly brutal face did not match his elegant, flowing robe inlaid with gold threads. Someone in the line by the elevator called out flatteringly, "Good morning, Yaxley!"
The man ignored him.
"I asked someone from the Magic Maintenance Department to fix my office, Catmull. It's been raining in the house."
Ron looked around as if expecting someone to interrupt, but no one said anything.
"It's raining … in your office?
That's — that's awful, isn't it? "
Ron laughed nervously, and Yaxley's eyes widened.
"You think it's funny, don't you, Catmull?"
"No," said Ron. "Of course not —"
"You know I'm going downstairs to interrogate your wife, Catmull?
I'm surprised you weren't there to hold her hand and wait with her.
Are you drawing a line between you and her already, huh?
That may be wise. Next time, remember to get a purebred. "
Hermione gave a little cry of horror.
Yaxley looked at her, and she coughed in mock weakness and looked away.
"I — I —"
Ron stammered.
"The woman I'm marrying is not going to be lumped in with that rubbish, but suppose my wife were to be accused of being a mud-spawn," said Yaxley.
"And the head of the Law Enforcement Department at the Ministry of Magic had a job to do, and I'd make it a top priority. Do you understand me, Catmull?"
"Yes."
Said Ron in a low voice.
"Then get on with it, Catmull. If my office isn't completely dry in an hour, your wife's blood composition will be even more of a problem than it is now."
The golden gate in front of them rattled open, and Yaxley turned and headed for the other lift, nodding at Harry as he went, and flashed a nasty smile, evidently expecting Harry to appreciate the way he'd taught Catmull a lesson.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione went into their lift, but no one else did, as if they were contagious.
The gate clanged shut and the lift began to rise.
"What am I going to do?"
Asked Ron at once of his two companions, as if he were in trouble. "If I don't go, my wife — I mean, Catmull's wife —"
"We'll go with you. Let's not be separated —"
Said Harry, but Ron shook his head vehemently.
"That's sick. We haven't much time. You two go to Umbridge, and I'll go to Shyaxley's office — but how do we stop it from raining?"
"Try a Terminating Charm," said Ron.
Said Hermione at once. "If it's a curse or a spell that's causing the rain, it should stop.
If it doesn't, then something's wrong with the weather spell, and it's a bit more troublesome. Protect his things with the Waterfire Invulnerability for the time being — "
"Say it again, slow down —"
Ron fumbled anxiously in his pocket for a pen as he spoke, but then the lift shuddered to a halt.
A hollow female voice said, "The fourth floor, the Department of Magical Animal Management and Control, contains the Beast, Otherworld, and Ghost Office, the Sprite Liaison Office, and the Pest Advisory Office."
The gate opened again, letting in two Wizard and several lavender paper airplanes that danced around the light bulb at the top of the lift.
"Good morning, Albert."
A bearded wizard smiled at Harry, then glanced at Ron and Hermione.
The lift creaked up again.
Hermione was whispering anxiously to Ron, and the wizard leaned over to Harry, leered at him, and whispered, "Dirk Claysway?
The Sprite Liaison Office?
Well done, Albert. Now I'm pretty sure I'll get his job! "
He winked, and Harry smiled, hoping it would satisfy the wizard.
The lift stopped, and the gate opened again.
"The second floor, the Department of Magic Law Enforcement, contains the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, the Auror Command Office, and the Wesengamer Administration."
Said the hollow female voice.
Harry saw Hermione give Ron a gentle push, and Ron hurried out of the lift. The other Wizard also got off, leaving only Harry and Hermione in the lift.
As soon as the golden gate closed, Hermione said hurriedly, "Harry, I think I'd better go with him. I think he's at a loss. If he's caught, the whole plan —"
"The first floor, the Minister of Magic's Office and the Logistics Department."
The golden gate opened again, and Hermione gasped.
Four people stood in front of them, two of them talking closely: a long-haired wizard in a black robe embroidered with gold, and a short, chubby, toad-like witch with a velvet bow on her short hair and a notepad on her chest.
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