"Second level, Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
"Including the Auror Command, the Department for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, and the Wizengamot Administration."
After the cold female voice rang out, the golden fence door slid open again with a clang, and the witch beside her hurriedly pulled the long piece of parchment and walked out.
"We're here, Harry," Mr. Weasley greeted Harry and followed him out of the elevator and into a corridor with doors on both sides. "My office is at the other end of this floor."
In this corridor, there is an occasional window inlaid on the black brick wall, and bright sunlight shines in from there. Harry looked outside, only to find that he could not see the ground, only the endless sea of clouds and the sun floating above the clouds.
"Mr. Weasley," Harry asked hesitantly, "We... are probably still underground, right?"
"Yeah, that's right." Mr. Weasley said as he walked, "These windows are all enchanted, and the Magic Maintenance Department determines what weather we will encounter every day... Last time we had bad weather here for two months. Storm, but it turns out it's because they want a raise... It's coming soon, Harry."
They turned a corner and walked through the heavy oak door into a messy, noisy open-plan office area divided into cubicles.
Note airplanes were constantly flying in and out of various cubicles, making it even more busy.
As soon as Harry reached the gate, he saw a crooked sign hanging on the partition of the nearest cubicle, which read: Auror Command.
As he passed along the outer corridor of the office area, he noticed that the Aurors had plastered things on their cubicle boards.
From the portraits of wanted wizards, to posters of their favorite Quidditch teams, to photos of their families, and newspaper clippings, it seems that the personality and preferences of the cubicle owner can be guessed from those details.
After passing by the cubicle of a purple-robed wizard, Harry saw a wizard with an eyepatch on one eye. She was talking to Kingsley through the partition of the cubicle!
"Good morning, Weasley," Kingsley said carelessly when he saw them passing by, "I've been thinking about saying something to you, can you give me a second?"
"Okay! If it's just for a second," said Mr. Weasley, "I'm very busy right now."
They talked as if they didn't know each other very well.
Harry was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered all the things he had learned about the current situation of the Order of the Phoenix during this period. He understood that each member needed to hide their identity outside, so he suppressed his desire to say hello to Kingsley.
They followed Kingsley through the back stalls and into the last stall.
Then, Harry was really surprised by what he saw in the cubicle.
On the partition of the cubicle, it was Sirius's face that winked at him from all directions.
The backsplash was densely covered with newspaper clippings and old photos - including one of Sirius as best man at his father's wedding.
Harry finally understood the true meaning of "wanted by the Ministry of Magic." Not to mention being hunted, just having all his past picked out and pasted on the partition made Harry a little frightened. .
In the only space that was not occupied by various information about Sirius, there was a detailed map of the world, with the small red thumbtacks shining like gems.
"Here." Kingsley said stiffly to Mr. Weasley, while putting a thick roll of parchment into his hand, "As for the recent sighting of Muggle vehicles flying in the sky, I We need to know as much as possible about the situation..."
"... We have received information that Blake may still be riding his old motorcycle."
Upon hearing the news, Harry immediately thought of Lenilena's sisters.
They got an old-fashioned bicycle from somewhere. Could it be that they were seen
At this time, Kingsley winked at Harry, and then lowered his voice and said to Mr. Weasley: "Give him this magazine, he will definitely find it interesting..."
Then, he said in a normal voice: "We can't delay it too long, Weasley. The report on the flashing legs was late, which delayed our investigation for a month."
"If you have read my report, you will know that it is the flash arm." Mr. Weasley said coldly, "I'm afraid the information on the motorcycle will have to wait. We are very busy at the moment."
Then, he whispered: "You try to go back before seven o'clock today, Molly and Lena are making meatballs!"
After the routine conversation ended, Mr. Weasley waved to Harry and led him out of Kingsley's cubicle.
They went out through another oak door, then turned left and right, arriving at the end of a dimly lit and particularly shabby corridor.
On the left hand side, a slightly cracked door appeared, which seemed to be a broom closet. On the opposite door, there is a brass door plate with peeling paint:
"Department of the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items."
This is Mr. Weasley's office, which is dark, shabby, and definitely slightly smaller than the broom closet.
Two desks were squeezed into the office, surrounded by a row of filing cabinets stuffed with documents against the wall, and stacks of crumbling documents stacked on top of the cabinets.
You have to be careful if you want to move around here.
If there is any room that is more messy than this one, maybe the study where Maka is located has this potential, but the space of that study is much larger than Mr. Weasley's office.
Judging from the only small area of the wall that can be used, you can find Mr. Weasley's special liking:
There were several Muggle car advertisements, including one showing a disassembled engine; two illustrations of mailboxes that looked like they were cut out of a Muggle children's book; and a step-by-step guide on how to install a household socket. Schematic diagram.
On the table, the pile of documents piled high makes people wonder whether the document basket underneath still has any meaning.
Next to the basket of papers lay a framed magical picture of the Weasley family, and Harry noticed that Percy had walked away from the picture.
"There are no windows here." Mr. Weasley said apologetically, taking off his short jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair. "We applied, but they didn't seem to think we needed it - sit down! Perkins looked The appearance hasn’t come yet.”
Harry squeezed himself into the chair behind Perkins's desk as Mr. Weasley quickly rummaged through the roll of parchment that Kingsley had thrust into him.
"Ha!" He smiled and pulled out a magazine from the parchment, "Yes, he is right, Sirius will definitely find this magazine very interesting..."
"Oh! Is it "The Quibbler"?" Harry said in surprise, "I remember Maka liked this magazine very much—he subscribed to every issue. I heard he used to have a whole stack of it in his dormitory!"
"Really? MacLean doesn't really think he would like this kind of thing—well, so what?"
Before he finished speaking, a note flew into the open door and landed slowly on top of the pile of documents in the document basket.
Mr. Weasley opened the note and read aloud: "'It has been reported that a third case of sewage backing up in a public toilet has occurred in Bethnal Green. Please go and investigate as soon as possible.' This is really..."
"Sewage backing up in the toilet?"
"Those anti-Muggle pranksters did it," Mr. Weasley said with a frown. "It happened twice last week, once at Elephant and Castle and the other at Wimbledon."
"... When a Muggle flushes the toilet, not only does the dirt not disappear, but... well... just imagine it for yourself!"
"That's really..."
As Harry spoke, he bent down and took out his pants, as if to confirm something.
At this moment, an old wizard with gray hair and a stooped back walked into the office, breathing heavily, and Harry sat up straight.
"Harry, this is Perkins."
"Ah, Arthur!" He looked at Harry, then raised a piece of parchment in his hand, "Urgent news."
"I already know about the toilet backing up," said Mr. Weasley.
"No, no, it's not the toilet, it's about the trial... They changed the time and place... eight o'clock, the old tenth courtroom down there."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Weasley immediately took the parchment and read it.
"Oh! The time and place have changed - they really can't wait," Mr. Weasley looked at his watch again and said, "It's a good thing we left early today, wasn't it?"
"But this leaves no time to rest... Harry, we have to go now!"
Perkins pressed his body against the filing cabinet and stepped out of the way, and the two quickly walked out of the office door.
"As expected, Maka and I guessed—"
"Stop it, it shouldn't be mentioned here." Mr. Weasley immediately interrupted Harry, "It's okay in the office. No one will be interested in our department anyway... But don't mention it outside."
"Oh - yes, sorry." Harry also realized what was wrong and nodded quickly.
Mr. Weasley stopped next to the elevator and quickly pressed the "down" button.
The elevator appeared with a clatter, and they ducked into the elevator.
"I have to tell you one more thing, Harry," Mr. Weasley said in his ear, "'that' is not something that must be completed, but that you can be tried with peace of mind - remember?"
The elevator sank a few floors, and Harry hesitated for a moment. He was about to say something, but he saw a fat wizard coming in with a smoking goblet, and Harry had to shut his mouth again.
"main hall."
After a while, the cold female voice called the floor again, and the golden fence door slid open.
Harry just saw the golden statues from a distance, then the fat witch walked out, and another thin wizard with a sad face walked in.
"Good morning, Arthur," he said in a melancholy and deep voice as the elevator began to descend, "I haven't seen you coming down very often recently?"
"Good morning, Bode," Mr. Weasley said casually, "I've been very busy lately."
When Harry heard the name, his heart suddenly trembled.
At this moment, as the elevator paused, the cold female voice suddenly sounded again:
"Department of Mysteries."