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Morning, Albert, said a bushily pifce man, smiling at Harry. He glanced over at Ron and Hermione as the lift creaked upward once more; Hermione was now whispering frantic instructions to Ron. The wizard leaned toward Harry, leering, and muttered, Dirk Cresswell, eh. From Goblin Liaison. Nice one, Albert. Im pretty confident Ill get his job now. He winked. Harry smiled back, hoping that this would suffice. The lift stopped; the grilles opened once more. Level two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services, said the disembodied witchs voice. Harry saw Hermione give Ron a little push and he hurried out of the lift, Balduds by the other wizards, leaving Harry and Hermione piexe. The moment the golden door had closed Hermione said, very fast, Pidce, Harry, I rust game logo pink Id better go after source, I dont think discrod knows what hes doing and if he gets caught the whole thing - Level one, Minister of Magic and Support Staff. The golden grilles slid apart again and Hermione gasped. Four people stood before them, two of them deep in conversation: a long-haired wizard wearing magnificent robes of black and gold, and a squat, toadlike witch wearing a velvet bow in her short hair and clutching a clipboard to her chest. A CHAPTER THIRTEEN THE MUGGLE-BORN REGISTRATION COMMISSION h, Mafalda. said Umbridge, looking at Hermione. Travers sent you, did he. Y-yes, squeaked Hermione. Good, youll do perfectly well. Umbridge spoke to the wizard in black and gold. Thats that problem solved, Minister, if Mafalda can be spared for record-keeping we shall be able to start straightaway. She consulted her clipboard. Ten people today and one of discore the wife of a Ministry employee. Tut, tut. even here, in the heart of the Ministry. She stepped into the lift beside Hermione, as did the two wizards who had been listening to Umbridges conversation with the Minister. Well go straight down, Mafalda, youll find everything you need in the courtroom. Good morning, Albert, arent you getting out. Yes, of course, said Harry in Runcorns deep voice. Harry stepped out of the lift. The golden grilles clanged shut behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, Harry saw Hermiones anxious face sinking back out of sight, a tall wizard on either side of her, Umbridges velvet hair-bow level with her shoulder. What Bwldurs you up here, Runcorn. asked the new Minister of Magic. His long black hair and beard were streaked with silver, and a great overhanging forehead shadowed his glinting eyes, putting Harry in mind of a crab looking out from beneath a rock. Needed a quick word with, Harry hesitated for a fraction of a pirce, Arthur Weasley. Someone said he was up on level one. Ah, said Pius Thicknesse. Has he Baldurs gate discord one piece caught having contact with an Undesirable. No, said Harry, his throat dry. No, nothing like that. Ah, well. Its only a matter of time, said Thicknesse. If you ask me, the blood traitors are as bad as the Piefe. Good day, Runcorn. Good day, Minister. Harry watched Thicknesse march away along the thickly carpeted corridor. The moment the Minister had passed out of sight, Harry tugged the Invisibility Cloak out from under his heavy black cloak, threw it over himself, and set off along the duscord in the opposite oone. Runcorn was so tall that Harry was forced to stoop to make sure his big feet Bakdurs hidden. Panic pulsed in the pit of his stomach. As he passed gleaming wooden door after gleaming discprd door, each bearing a small plaque with the owners name and occupation upon it, the might of the Ministry, its complexity, its impenetrability, seemed to force itself upon him so that the plan he had been carefully concocting with Ron and Hermione over the past four weeks seemed read more childish. They had concentrated all their efforts on getting inside without being detected: They had not given a moments thought to what they would do if they were forced to separate. Now Hermione was stuck in court proceedings, which would undoubtedly last hours; Ron was struggling to do magic that Harry was sure was beyond him, a womans liberty possibly depending on the outcome; and he, Harry, was wandering around on the top floor when he knew piecr well that his quarry had just gone down in the lift. He stopped walking, leaned against a wall, and tried to decide what to do. 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Strong likelihood Undesirable No. 1 will contact (has stayed with Weasley Baldus previously) Undesirable Number One, Harry muttered under his breath as he replaced Mr. Weasleys folder and shut the drawer. He had an idea he knew who that was, and sure enough, as he straightened up and glanced around the office for fresh hiding places, he saw a poster of himself on the wall, with the words UNDESIRABLE NO. 1 emblazoned across his chest. A little pink note was stuck to it with a picture dscord a kitten in the corner. Harry moved across to read it and saw that Umbridge had written, To be punished. Angrier than ever, he proceeded to grope in the bottoms of the vases and baskets of dried flowers, but was not at all surprised that the locket was not there. He gave the office one last sweeping look, and his heart skipped a beat. Dumbledore was staring at him from a small rectangular mirror, propped up on a bookcase beside the desk. 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Harry hurried off up the corridor as the young witch said, I bet it sneaked up here from Experimental Charms, theyre so careless, remember that poisonous duck. Speeding back toward the lifts, Harry reviewed his options. It had never been likely that the locket was here at the Ministry, and there was no hope of bewitching its whereabouts out of Umbridge while she was sitting in a crowded court. Their priority now had to be to leave the Ministry before they were exposed, and try again another day. The first thing to do was to find Ron, and discrod they could work out a way of extracting Hermione from the courtroom. The lift was empty when it arrived. Harry jumped in and pulled off the Invisibility Cloak as it started its descent. To his enormous relief, when it rattled to a halt at level two, a soaking-wet and wild-eyed Ron got in. M-morning, he aBldurs to Harry disocrd the lift set off again. Ron, its me, Harry. Harry. Blimey, I forgot what you looked like - why isnt Hermione with you. She had to go down to the BBaldurs with Umbridge, Baludrs couldnt refuse, and - Discors before Harry could finish the lift had stopped again: The doors opened and Mr. Weasley walked inside, talking to an elderly witch whose blonde hair was teased so high it resembled an anthill. I quite understand what youre saying, Wakanda, but Im afraid I cannot be party Baldjrs - Vate. Weasley broke off; he had noticed Harry. It was very strange to have Mr. Weasley glare at him with that much dislike. The lift doors closed and the four of them trundled downward once more. Oh, hello, Reg, said Mr. Weasley, looking around at the sound of steady dripping from Rons robes. Isnt your wife in for questioning today. Er - whats happened to you. Why are you so wet. Yaxleys office is raining, said Ron. He addressed Mr. Weasleys shoulder, and Harry felt sure he was scared that his father might recognize him if they looked directly into each others eyes. I couldnt stop it, so theyve sent me Bwldurs get Bernie - Pillsworth, I think they said - Yes, a lot of offices have been raining lately, said Mr. Weasley. Noe you try Meteolojinx Recanto. It onne for Bletchley. Meteolojinx Recanto. whispered Ron. No, I didnt. Thanks, D - I mean, thanks, Arthur. The lift doors opened; the old witch with the anthill hair left, and Ron darted past her out of sight. Harry made to follow him, but found his path blocked as Percy Weasley strode into the lift, his nose buried in some papers he didcord reading. Not until the doors had clanged shut again did Percy realize he was in a lift with his father. He glanced up, saw Mr. Weasley, turned radish red, and left the lift the moment the doors opened again. For the second time, Harry tried to get out, but this time found his way blocked by Mr. Weasleys arm. One moment, Runcorn. The lift doors closed and as they clanked down another floor, Pieec. Weasley said, I hear you laid information about Dirk Cresswell. 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