Chapter 386 Ministry of Magic Guards

Under Sirius' guidance, they came to a table on the left side of the golden door.

There was a sign on the wall that read "Security Check", and behind the desk sat an unshaven wizard wearing a peacock blue robe loosely wrapped around him.

As they approached, the wizard put down the Daily Prophet, raised his head, and raised an eyebrow.

"Eric Munch." Blake introduced the sloppy wizard to everyone. "The guard of the Ministry of Magic is responsible for security work. He is a very dedicated person."

The little wizards greeted him quickly.

"Good morning, children, but I won't let my guard down just because I'm an old acquaintance with Black. You all have to go through inspection." The wizard's eyes glanced at Harry's forehead, and his eyes lit up, "Harry Potter. Special! Big celebrity."

"That's right, that's right." Sirius said coquettishly, "I would like to solemnly introduce to you my adopted son - Harry Potter."

"Ah -" the wizard's tone changed several times, and then returned to his listless look, "Yes, yes, you and that bastard James are in the same group, um, that's right."

Sirius rolled his eyes, "James is no bastard."

"Ha..." Mr. Guard laughed sarcastically, obviously not wanting to discuss this issue with him. He took out a thin and long gold rod like a car antenna from under the table. It was very flexible. The little wizard's chest and back were scanned from top to bottom.

"Magic wand." The wizard put down the golden rod and stretched out his hand to the little wizards, "Come one by one."

Harry stepped forward first and handed him his wand. Eric threw it on a brass machine that looked like a single-plate balance. The machine began to vibrate slightly, and after a while, a narrow strip of parchment spit out quickly from the bottom.

Eric pulled off the paper and read the words on it, "Eleven inches, the core of the staff is a phoenix feather, and it has been used for two years. Right?"

"That's right." Harry nodded and looked at the machine in front of him doubtfully.

"Good," Eric said, jabbing the parchment onto a small brass nail and pushing the wand back into Harry's hand. "Next."

"Fourteen and a quarter inches. The core of the wand is unicorn hair. It has been used for a year." Mr. Guard was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud. "Interesting, interesting." He put the wand back into Ginny's hand. In the little hand, he said with a smile, "Little girl, you must take good care of this wand. This is the first time I have seen Mr. Ollivander make such a long wand."

Ginny took back her wand with a confused look on her face, followed by Hermione's.

"Ten and three-quarter inches, the core of the wand is made of dragon heartstrings. It has been used for two years." Eric raised his eyebrows, "It is a very soft material..."

He returned the wand to Hermione, looked at Robert again, and deliberately put on a fierce expression, "Boy, get yours quickly."

Robert looked innocent and handed over the wand in his hand.

Eric snatched it away and raised his eyebrows, "Twelve inches long, the core of the staff... um..."

Mr. Guard raised his eyebrows, looked at Robert, then looked at the parchment in his hand, and said earnestly, "You little guys, can you stop getting some weird things as stick cores when you go abroad?" Is a custom-made wand better than one made by Mr. Ollivander himself? After spending so much money, if the magic power is conflicting with the wand, can you still use it as a fire stick? "

Robert raised his eyebrows and became extremely interested in the machine in front of Mr. Guard.

After such a long time, Robert was no longer sure what the core of his wand was. He learned from White Tiger Meow that the thing that old Mr. Ollivander thought was the tail hair of the Thestral was very likely. It's the beard of a senior in his family.

Of course, you can also boldly assume that the senior is a hybrid of a white tiger and a night turtle, and the beard is a thing left by the senior's father or mother to protect his life.

He has no interest in such secrets and will not take the initiative to inquire. He will just pretend that the core of the staff is the tail hair of a thestral.

Mr. Guard returned the wand to Robert and said meaningfully, "This thing has a bonus when dealing with evil creatures. I mean, should you consider becoming an Auror?"

Then Robert watched helplessly as Eric tore the parchment in half, pressed one half on the brass nails, and crumpled the other half into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eric, when did you develop the habit of eating paper?" Sirius looked at the guard blankly, "You never said this."

"Gungun, don't bother me." Mr. Guard yawned widely, "I'm busy sleeping!"

As he spoke, he picked up the "Daily Prophet" on the table and covered his face. After a while, he heard a snoring sound.

Sirius shrugged helplessly, "He may have worked overtime last night. Eric was the leader of the Auror training camp back then, uh, I mean the instructor." He scratched his hair, "Don't look at him like this , his premonition is very accurate, if he works overtime, it must be that someone wanted to do something bad last night..."

He explained to Eric for a long time alone, but when he turned around, he found that the little wizards had disappeared.

After opening his mouth, he heard Eric's voice coming faintly, "If you don't follow me, the savior boy will get on the elevator."

Sirius didn't bother to thank Eric and ran towards the golden door.

The guard shook his head and shook the newspaper in his hand. He felt that it was a little curled, so he threw the newspaper on the table, took out his wand, and stroked it from top to bottom. The newspaper returned to its original shape.

Sirius strode through the door. Behind the door was a smaller hall, where there were at least twenty elevators, blocked by elaborate golden fence doors.

He saw the restless little guys at a glance.

Harry leaned into Ginny's ear and whispered something. Robert and Hermione were communicating quietly, seeming to be discussing those wizards.

The four people stood out among a group of adult wizards, but it was obvious that their attention was on the newspapers in their hands.

"Ding ding ding——" the prompt sounded, and the wizards put away the newspapers in their hands and walked towards the open box, and Harry and Ginny also walked in naturally along with the flow of people.

Sirius,"……"

I seem to have told you to follow me when we get to the Ministry of Magic. Are you two trying to escape?

Fortunately, their plan didn't work. Robert grabbed Harry's clothes and took him out. When Ginny saw this, she obediently squeezed out of the crowd.

"Why don't you follow?" Harry said in a panic, "The elevator door is about to close!"