Chapter 173 Ministry of Magic 2
·
Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 173 Ministry of Magic 2
Mr. Weasley led the McGuffin straight to the far left.
There is a table with a sign saying [Safety] on it.
Leaning against a bored wizard, he held an open "Daily Prophet" in his hand.
McGuffin saw the smug face of Lucius Malfoy on the back of the newspaper—a black-and-white photo of magic that took up a quarter of the page.
In addition, there is a huge title in black and bold on the side:
[Who is destroying the way of life of our wizards? 】
Then there is a slightly smaller line below:
The difficult implementation of the new version of the "Muggle Protection Act" was strongly opposed by the well-known wizard Lucius Malfoy! !
McGuffin read on.
The famous wizard Lucius Malfoy... In addition to being a member of the Malfoy family, he is also one of the twelve directors of Hogwarts.
...he thought Arthur Weasley was either stupid or evil?
... Arthur Weasley, he wants to destroy the way we wizards live, and use the Ministry of Magic to give him the right to persecute us pure wizards...
And it wasn't until Mr. Weasley pulled McGuffin to stand in front of the table that the wizard finally put down the newspaper.
McGuffin took a look and found that this guy had stubble all over his face, and the peacock blue robe he was wearing had food stains on the chest.
It looks very sloppy.
"I'm accompanying a visitor... don't need to check, he is just a little wizard in the first year of Hogwarts, and he is here today just to take notes..."
said Mr. Weasley anxiously.
"Stand over here," the sorcerer smiled maliciously, "You can't tell? What if... he was transformed from a dark sorcerer?"
"Ha..." When Mr. Weasley was about to say something, he also saw the huge photo and headline news on the [Daily Prophet] on the table.
With an ugly face, he choked what he wanted to say, and urged, "Hurry up!"
McGuffin walked up to him, stood on a black round platform, and under the command of the wizard, pinned the silver square badge that Mr. Weasley had just handed to him on his chest.
The wizard took out a long golden stick, which was as thin and soft as a car antenna, and could stretch automatically.
The wizard uses it to continuously fly around the McGuffin's body, sideways, and detect.
Unlike Muggle metal-detecting instruments.
The tip of the stick seems to be alive... squirming, swaying, looking like the tentacles of a snail, it stretches and contracts to touch the McGuffin clothes.
— a little disgusting!
ding ding ding...
There was a sound, and the golden rod was detecting the position of the McGuffin's pocket.
"Wand," muttered the wizard, pulling out a golden device, and stretched out his hand, asking for a wand from McGuffin.
After handing out the wand, he took the stick and swept it again, and after McGuffin took out the two trembling and sluggish Niffles and put them on the table, the stick stopped making noises.
"Sniff?"
"This is not easy! Arthur!... You also know the power of Niu Niu. If you get lost, it will bring big trouble to the Ministry of Magic... Not to mention that they are not relatively legal pets..."
The wizard kept touching the soft belly of the two little guys with his index finger, with a smile on his face, but his tone was not very polite.
"Erik, this little wizard will be questioned and recorded by David Goodman, Secretary of the Ministry of Magic... If he is late and let him know, I'm afraid..."
"Mr. Goodman? Didn't you lie to me? Then it's so possible, how could that gentleman...a little wizard?"
Erik looked up and saw that Weasley didn't seem to be joking at all, and immediately stood up.
"Okay, even if that's the case. It's okay to raise things like snuffers secretly, but bring them to the Ministry of Magic?" He said hesitantly.
"Sir, these two snuffers were confirmed by the Ministry of Magic... they were adopted through legal and compliant procedures. If you don't believe me, look at the certificates hanging around their necks?" McGuffin interjected when he saw Mr. Weasley's anxious expression.
— lest Mr. Weasley be late because of the MacGuffin himself.
"Okay, okay...then give me the wand!"
Erik glanced at the nameplates on the necks of the Nixiu babies, and immediately became more respectful.
He probably regarded McGuffin as the rich second generation of the pure-blood wizard family or some official second generation with a background in the Ministry of Magic... who could get this kind of adoption decree and the personal reception of David Goodman, the chief secretary.
——This gave the wizard in front of him a great illusion.
He was in a careless working state, almost turned 180 degrees, and suddenly became very enthusiastic and full of politeness.
Weasley and McGuffin looked at each other, at a loss.
McGuffin handed over his wand.
From below, Erik pulled out a strange brass instrument, which looked a bit like a dish antenna of various proportions.
He put his wand on it, and the instrument began to vibrate.
A long, narrow strip of parchment passed from the bottom of the apparatus.
Erik picked up the parchment and read the words on it.
"let me see……"
"Twelve inches, yew...huh? This material...thestral tail feathers as the axis, yo! Isn't that common?"
"It's been used for a year...isn't that right?" Erik said in an unusually kind tone, and put the small piece of parchment aside by the way.
"You take your wand back,"
McGuffin took back his wand, and he was about to pick up two sniffing babies, when he turned to leave.
Erik quickly conjured up a square birdcage, and he put two Nifflers into it.
"This is more convenient..."
"Thank you." McGuffin hurriedly expressed his thanks.
"Thank you, Erik," said Mr. Weasley calmly.He pulled McGuffin away from safety.
"Wait!" The wizard Erik hurriedly stopped the two of them and said quickly.
"Can Weasley... mention me to Mr. David Goodman, when can I be transferred from this post! Even if it's better to fire me!"
Although he was talking to Mr. Weasley, McGuffin clearly felt that Erik's eyes were clearly staring at him.
"I... this I can't... Anyway, if I can talk... words..." Mr. Weasley stammered in response.
Although McGuffin probably had some guesses about this situation, he couldn't just say it face to face.
——It seems that this wizard has a big misunderstanding about himself.
Just when Mr. Weasley didn't know how to answer.
The crowd coming and going suddenly stopped.
They looked up at the front of the Ministry of Magic floor, talking a lot.
There--
Suddenly a huge black and white portrait appeared.
Its length and width are about larger than the fountain statue I met just now, almost covering the uppermost floors.
Huge portraits float in the air like silk.
In McGuffin's view, this portrait has the style of Soviet or North Korean propaganda posters.
Moreover, this character blinks his eyes from time to time, and changes his expression... It seems that now he has changed from a 'thinking posture' to a serious face looking down at everyone.
——It's a bit infiltrating!
McGuffin shivered and lowered his head. He just remembered that this scene also appeared in the movie.
This well-dressed middle-aged man who is both a Muggle and a wizard should be...
"Cornel Fudge...what the hell is our Minister for Magic doing!"
"It's really a waste of taxpayers' Galleons on this!"
"I think this year's Minister of Magic is going to have a 'pill'!! Let him get dragon pox anytime..."
"..."
Sad cursing, complaining, and whispering began to circulate among the crowd.
Mr. Weasley froze for a moment, and took this opportunity to pull McGuffin away from Erik, and shuttled among the crowded crowd.
They walked through a few doors to a smaller hall farther away, where at least twenty elevators with golden latticework were working.
The style of the elevator is a bit like the old-fashioned elevator in the 60s and [-]s of the last century, but it is brand new and shiny, and there are traces of magical transformation on it.
There was a large group of people waiting in front of the elevator door, and when they saw Weasley approaching, they gathered around and asked questions.
"Arthur, what happened outside, what a mess." A familiar white-haired wizard (although he looked only in his thirties at most, but his entire hair, even his beard and eyebrows were all white) asked directly.
Mr. Weasley told what Fauci had done, and half of the wizards turned around and left immediately.
"I told you a long time ago...Fauci has always wanted to do this, ever since he came back from the Ministry of Magic in Russia...he has always wanted to do this...shameful! What a waste of Galleons!"
Mr. Weasley winked at McGuffin, and pulled him quickly to the elevator.
At this time, the number of people has changed into twos and threes, much less.
With a loud noise, the elevator stopped in front of them, and the elevator door opened slowly.
McGuffin followed Mr. Weasley into the elevator.
The elevator doors slammed shut and began to climb slowly.
A cold female voice sounded:
"The seventh floor, the Ministry of Magical Games and Sports, the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch Co-operative Union, the Office Billiards Club, and the Magical Toy Patent Office."
The elevator stopped and the door was opened.
Inside is a messy corridor.
All kinds of magic toy advertisements, Quidditch posters, and various types of broomstick advertisements (from the oldest comet series to the latest light wheel 2001)...they are messily nailed to the wall.
The floor is full of cut wrapping paper... all over the floor.
From the other side of the corridor, a large broom that automatically sweeps the floor (occupying about half of the corridor) pushed across and piled up the rubbish in a pile.
There is also a thing like a burlap bag, floating in mid-air, sucking the things on the ground into it.
Before McGuffin could see what it was...
A goblin in a patched suit walks into the elevator holding a large glass orb.
The glass ball is about the size of a basketball...and inside is a living, glittering model of the moving constellations.
- looks very real, very beautiful!
It hid in the corner of the elevator indignantly, and kept muttering and complaining, "Damn Ministry of Magic... Human wizards with no vision... Corrupt British magic bureaucrats..."
The golden lattice elevator door was closed.
The elevator began to climb tremblingly again, and immediately this time the female voice announced:
"The sixth floor, Department of Magical Transportation, Floo Powder Transmission Network Cooperation Center, Broom Adjustment Control Office, and Transmission Test Center."
Once again, the elevator doors opened, and at the same time, several paper airplanes rushed into the elevator.
McGuffin watched the paper planes carefully as they flapped leisurely overhead.
—Trying to analyze what kind of magic is attached to it.
——Just by his guess, there are transfiguration, activation spell, levitation spell...
Sure enough, the water in this world is very deep. It is completely different from the original book and the simple description in the movie. Now with his current strength, there is no way to do this.
The paper airplane was lavender all over, with the Ministry of Magic postmark stamped on the edges of its wings.
"It's just internal mail," explained Mr. Weasley, relaxed and less tense after entering the elevator, and seeing the unusual interest of the McGuffin.
"We used to use owls for a while even in the Ministry of Magic, but looking back at that time... the mail and the bird droppings all over the place... it was a disaster!"
Seeing that McGuffin was a little curious, Mr. Weasley seemed to answer this question often, and then said, "Even the owls bred by our wizards can't guarantee that they won't shit... and the birds themselves have rectal intestines, and even magic can't stop them from shitting in flight."
"But if it is only temporarily when the letter is sent to the recipient, it is possible to make the owls temporarily not so easy to fly and pull through magical transformation and training... But even this has paid for centuries of hard work by the wizards..."
"It's just... last time that idiot Minister of Magic got his head full of shit, and even set up a forbidden magic owl shit research center... In the end, he finally achieved an achievement that no dark wizard could achieve..."
"The Ministry of Magic came to a complete standstill that day...a catastrophe of horrors..."
"That day... the owl almost captured the Ministry of Magic with bird droppings!"
Standing in front of the two of them, an old wizard in a green robe interrupted, but when he said here.
When the wizards in the elevator, except for McGuffin and the goblin, heard this topic... they all shuddered, as if recalling some terrible memory, and kept silent.
Even Mr. Weasley grimaced and refused to continue.
"Evil! Why are you saying this..." The others looked disgusted and disgusted.
As they climbed, the interior mail all circled the ceiling light.
"The fifth floor, the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the International Magical Items Trading Standards Cooperation Office, the International Magic Law Office and the British Branch of the International Union of Magic."
When the elevator door opened, the goblin and several other wizards walked out, and two paper airplane internal mails also flew out.
"Fourth floor, Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Department of Cooperation with Magical Creatures, Office of Body and Soul Separation, Goblin Liaison Office, and Pet Consultation Center."
This time he didn't stop, but Weasley, who looked a little less ugly, pointed to this floor and said,
"McGuffin, after you finish taking notes, I will bring you here to let a familiar wizard see what happened to the two snuffers?"
"It's okay...he can be said to be the wizard who knows the most about magical animals in the Ministry of Magic and even in Diagon Alley..." Mr. Weasley comforted. (The two snuffers in the square birdcage are still sluggish, drowsy, and don't have the usual energy at all)
"The third floor, the Ministry of Magical Accidents and Disasters, including the Magical Disaster Reversal Office, the Rescue Command, and the Muggle Protection Committee."
The elevator opened, and the remaining internal mail circled around from the ceiling lamp, and then rushed out immediately... Only McGuffin and Mr. Weasley were left in the elevator.
"The second level, the Department of Magic Enforcement, includes the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Command, and the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division..."
Before he finished listening, Mr. Weasley pulled McGuffin out of the elevator.
"Here it is, MacGuffin!"
"My office is on the other side of this floor."
"It's a good thing I'm not late! Now I'm a little tight in the limelight. Lucius has been attacking me on the [Daily Prophet] these two days... It's better to be more disciplined...!!"
"Hey, why am I talking about this to you, a little wizard in the first grade?"
Mr. Weasley slapped his head and dragged McGuffin on.
(End of this chapter)
Mr. Weasley led the McGuffin straight to the far left.
There is a table with a sign saying [Safety] on it.
Leaning against a bored wizard, he held an open "Daily Prophet" in his hand.
McGuffin saw the smug face of Lucius Malfoy on the back of the newspaper—a black-and-white photo of magic that took up a quarter of the page.
In addition, there is a huge title in black and bold on the side:
[Who is destroying the way of life of our wizards? 】
Then there is a slightly smaller line below:
The difficult implementation of the new version of the "Muggle Protection Act" was strongly opposed by the well-known wizard Lucius Malfoy! !
McGuffin read on.
The famous wizard Lucius Malfoy... In addition to being a member of the Malfoy family, he is also one of the twelve directors of Hogwarts.
...he thought Arthur Weasley was either stupid or evil?
... Arthur Weasley, he wants to destroy the way we wizards live, and use the Ministry of Magic to give him the right to persecute us pure wizards...
And it wasn't until Mr. Weasley pulled McGuffin to stand in front of the table that the wizard finally put down the newspaper.
McGuffin took a look and found that this guy had stubble all over his face, and the peacock blue robe he was wearing had food stains on the chest.
It looks very sloppy.
"I'm accompanying a visitor... don't need to check, he is just a little wizard in the first year of Hogwarts, and he is here today just to take notes..."
said Mr. Weasley anxiously.
"Stand over here," the sorcerer smiled maliciously, "You can't tell? What if... he was transformed from a dark sorcerer?"
"Ha..." When Mr. Weasley was about to say something, he also saw the huge photo and headline news on the [Daily Prophet] on the table.
With an ugly face, he choked what he wanted to say, and urged, "Hurry up!"
McGuffin walked up to him, stood on a black round platform, and under the command of the wizard, pinned the silver square badge that Mr. Weasley had just handed to him on his chest.
The wizard took out a long golden stick, which was as thin and soft as a car antenna, and could stretch automatically.
The wizard uses it to continuously fly around the McGuffin's body, sideways, and detect.
Unlike Muggle metal-detecting instruments.
The tip of the stick seems to be alive... squirming, swaying, looking like the tentacles of a snail, it stretches and contracts to touch the McGuffin clothes.
— a little disgusting!
ding ding ding...
There was a sound, and the golden rod was detecting the position of the McGuffin's pocket.
"Wand," muttered the wizard, pulling out a golden device, and stretched out his hand, asking for a wand from McGuffin.
After handing out the wand, he took the stick and swept it again, and after McGuffin took out the two trembling and sluggish Niffles and put them on the table, the stick stopped making noises.
"Sniff?"
"This is not easy! Arthur!... You also know the power of Niu Niu. If you get lost, it will bring big trouble to the Ministry of Magic... Not to mention that they are not relatively legal pets..."
The wizard kept touching the soft belly of the two little guys with his index finger, with a smile on his face, but his tone was not very polite.
"Erik, this little wizard will be questioned and recorded by David Goodman, Secretary of the Ministry of Magic... If he is late and let him know, I'm afraid..."
"Mr. Goodman? Didn't you lie to me? Then it's so possible, how could that gentleman...a little wizard?"
Erik looked up and saw that Weasley didn't seem to be joking at all, and immediately stood up.
"Okay, even if that's the case. It's okay to raise things like snuffers secretly, but bring them to the Ministry of Magic?" He said hesitantly.
"Sir, these two snuffers were confirmed by the Ministry of Magic... they were adopted through legal and compliant procedures. If you don't believe me, look at the certificates hanging around their necks?" McGuffin interjected when he saw Mr. Weasley's anxious expression.
— lest Mr. Weasley be late because of the MacGuffin himself.
"Okay, okay...then give me the wand!"
Erik glanced at the nameplates on the necks of the Nixiu babies, and immediately became more respectful.
He probably regarded McGuffin as the rich second generation of the pure-blood wizard family or some official second generation with a background in the Ministry of Magic... who could get this kind of adoption decree and the personal reception of David Goodman, the chief secretary.
——This gave the wizard in front of him a great illusion.
He was in a careless working state, almost turned 180 degrees, and suddenly became very enthusiastic and full of politeness.
Weasley and McGuffin looked at each other, at a loss.
McGuffin handed over his wand.
From below, Erik pulled out a strange brass instrument, which looked a bit like a dish antenna of various proportions.
He put his wand on it, and the instrument began to vibrate.
A long, narrow strip of parchment passed from the bottom of the apparatus.
Erik picked up the parchment and read the words on it.
"let me see……"
"Twelve inches, yew...huh? This material...thestral tail feathers as the axis, yo! Isn't that common?"
"It's been used for a year...isn't that right?" Erik said in an unusually kind tone, and put the small piece of parchment aside by the way.
"You take your wand back,"
McGuffin took back his wand, and he was about to pick up two sniffing babies, when he turned to leave.
Erik quickly conjured up a square birdcage, and he put two Nifflers into it.
"This is more convenient..."
"Thank you." McGuffin hurriedly expressed his thanks.
"Thank you, Erik," said Mr. Weasley calmly.He pulled McGuffin away from safety.
"Wait!" The wizard Erik hurriedly stopped the two of them and said quickly.
"Can Weasley... mention me to Mr. David Goodman, when can I be transferred from this post! Even if it's better to fire me!"
Although he was talking to Mr. Weasley, McGuffin clearly felt that Erik's eyes were clearly staring at him.
"I... this I can't... Anyway, if I can talk... words..." Mr. Weasley stammered in response.
Although McGuffin probably had some guesses about this situation, he couldn't just say it face to face.
——It seems that this wizard has a big misunderstanding about himself.
Just when Mr. Weasley didn't know how to answer.
The crowd coming and going suddenly stopped.
They looked up at the front of the Ministry of Magic floor, talking a lot.
There--
Suddenly a huge black and white portrait appeared.
Its length and width are about larger than the fountain statue I met just now, almost covering the uppermost floors.
Huge portraits float in the air like silk.
In McGuffin's view, this portrait has the style of Soviet or North Korean propaganda posters.
Moreover, this character blinks his eyes from time to time, and changes his expression... It seems that now he has changed from a 'thinking posture' to a serious face looking down at everyone.
——It's a bit infiltrating!
McGuffin shivered and lowered his head. He just remembered that this scene also appeared in the movie.
This well-dressed middle-aged man who is both a Muggle and a wizard should be...
"Cornel Fudge...what the hell is our Minister for Magic doing!"
"It's really a waste of taxpayers' Galleons on this!"
"I think this year's Minister of Magic is going to have a 'pill'!! Let him get dragon pox anytime..."
"..."
Sad cursing, complaining, and whispering began to circulate among the crowd.
Mr. Weasley froze for a moment, and took this opportunity to pull McGuffin away from Erik, and shuttled among the crowded crowd.
They walked through a few doors to a smaller hall farther away, where at least twenty elevators with golden latticework were working.
The style of the elevator is a bit like the old-fashioned elevator in the 60s and [-]s of the last century, but it is brand new and shiny, and there are traces of magical transformation on it.
There was a large group of people waiting in front of the elevator door, and when they saw Weasley approaching, they gathered around and asked questions.
"Arthur, what happened outside, what a mess." A familiar white-haired wizard (although he looked only in his thirties at most, but his entire hair, even his beard and eyebrows were all white) asked directly.
Mr. Weasley told what Fauci had done, and half of the wizards turned around and left immediately.
"I told you a long time ago...Fauci has always wanted to do this, ever since he came back from the Ministry of Magic in Russia...he has always wanted to do this...shameful! What a waste of Galleons!"
Mr. Weasley winked at McGuffin, and pulled him quickly to the elevator.
At this time, the number of people has changed into twos and threes, much less.
With a loud noise, the elevator stopped in front of them, and the elevator door opened slowly.
McGuffin followed Mr. Weasley into the elevator.
The elevator doors slammed shut and began to climb slowly.
A cold female voice sounded:
"The seventh floor, the Ministry of Magical Games and Sports, the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch Co-operative Union, the Office Billiards Club, and the Magical Toy Patent Office."
The elevator stopped and the door was opened.
Inside is a messy corridor.
All kinds of magic toy advertisements, Quidditch posters, and various types of broomstick advertisements (from the oldest comet series to the latest light wheel 2001)...they are messily nailed to the wall.
The floor is full of cut wrapping paper... all over the floor.
From the other side of the corridor, a large broom that automatically sweeps the floor (occupying about half of the corridor) pushed across and piled up the rubbish in a pile.
There is also a thing like a burlap bag, floating in mid-air, sucking the things on the ground into it.
Before McGuffin could see what it was...
A goblin in a patched suit walks into the elevator holding a large glass orb.
The glass ball is about the size of a basketball...and inside is a living, glittering model of the moving constellations.
- looks very real, very beautiful!
It hid in the corner of the elevator indignantly, and kept muttering and complaining, "Damn Ministry of Magic... Human wizards with no vision... Corrupt British magic bureaucrats..."
The golden lattice elevator door was closed.
The elevator began to climb tremblingly again, and immediately this time the female voice announced:
"The sixth floor, Department of Magical Transportation, Floo Powder Transmission Network Cooperation Center, Broom Adjustment Control Office, and Transmission Test Center."
Once again, the elevator doors opened, and at the same time, several paper airplanes rushed into the elevator.
McGuffin watched the paper planes carefully as they flapped leisurely overhead.
—Trying to analyze what kind of magic is attached to it.
——Just by his guess, there are transfiguration, activation spell, levitation spell...
Sure enough, the water in this world is very deep. It is completely different from the original book and the simple description in the movie. Now with his current strength, there is no way to do this.
The paper airplane was lavender all over, with the Ministry of Magic postmark stamped on the edges of its wings.
"It's just internal mail," explained Mr. Weasley, relaxed and less tense after entering the elevator, and seeing the unusual interest of the McGuffin.
"We used to use owls for a while even in the Ministry of Magic, but looking back at that time... the mail and the bird droppings all over the place... it was a disaster!"
Seeing that McGuffin was a little curious, Mr. Weasley seemed to answer this question often, and then said, "Even the owls bred by our wizards can't guarantee that they won't shit... and the birds themselves have rectal intestines, and even magic can't stop them from shitting in flight."
"But if it is only temporarily when the letter is sent to the recipient, it is possible to make the owls temporarily not so easy to fly and pull through magical transformation and training... But even this has paid for centuries of hard work by the wizards..."
"It's just... last time that idiot Minister of Magic got his head full of shit, and even set up a forbidden magic owl shit research center... In the end, he finally achieved an achievement that no dark wizard could achieve..."
"The Ministry of Magic came to a complete standstill that day...a catastrophe of horrors..."
"That day... the owl almost captured the Ministry of Magic with bird droppings!"
Standing in front of the two of them, an old wizard in a green robe interrupted, but when he said here.
When the wizards in the elevator, except for McGuffin and the goblin, heard this topic... they all shuddered, as if recalling some terrible memory, and kept silent.
Even Mr. Weasley grimaced and refused to continue.
"Evil! Why are you saying this..." The others looked disgusted and disgusted.
As they climbed, the interior mail all circled the ceiling light.
"The fifth floor, the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the International Magical Items Trading Standards Cooperation Office, the International Magic Law Office and the British Branch of the International Union of Magic."
When the elevator door opened, the goblin and several other wizards walked out, and two paper airplane internal mails also flew out.
"Fourth floor, Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, Department of Cooperation with Magical Creatures, Office of Body and Soul Separation, Goblin Liaison Office, and Pet Consultation Center."
This time he didn't stop, but Weasley, who looked a little less ugly, pointed to this floor and said,
"McGuffin, after you finish taking notes, I will bring you here to let a familiar wizard see what happened to the two snuffers?"
"It's okay...he can be said to be the wizard who knows the most about magical animals in the Ministry of Magic and even in Diagon Alley..." Mr. Weasley comforted. (The two snuffers in the square birdcage are still sluggish, drowsy, and don't have the usual energy at all)
"The third floor, the Ministry of Magical Accidents and Disasters, including the Magical Disaster Reversal Office, the Rescue Command, and the Muggle Protection Committee."
The elevator opened, and the remaining internal mail circled around from the ceiling lamp, and then rushed out immediately... Only McGuffin and Mr. Weasley were left in the elevator.
"The second level, the Department of Magic Enforcement, includes the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Command, and the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division..."
Before he finished listening, Mr. Weasley pulled McGuffin out of the elevator.
"Here it is, MacGuffin!"
"My office is on the other side of this floor."
"It's a good thing I'm not late! Now I'm a little tight in the limelight. Lucius has been attacking me on the [Daily Prophet] these two days... It's better to be more disciplined...!!"
"Hey, why am I talking about this to you, a little wizard in the first grade?"
Mr. Weasley slapped his head and dragged McGuffin on.
(End of this chapter)
