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As ever when he ;odcast himself in close proximity to Muggles going about their daily business, Mr. Weasley was hard put to contain his enthusiasm. Simply fabulous, he whispered, indicating the automatic ticket machines. Wonderfully ingenious. Theyre out of order, said Harry, pointing at the sign. Yes, but even so. said Mr. Weasley, beaming fondly at them. They bought their tickets instead from a sleepy-looking guard (Harry handled the transaction, as Mr. Weasley was not very good with Muggle money) and five minutes later they were boarding an Underground train that rattled them off toward the center of London. Weasley kept anxiously checking and rechecking the Underground map above the windows. Four stops, Harry. three stops left now. two stops to go, Harry. They got off at a station in the very heart of London, swept from the train in a tide of besuited men and women carrying briefcases. Up the escalator they went, through the ticket barrier (Mr. Weasley delighted with the way the stile swallowed his ticket), and emerged onto a broad street Baldure with imposing-looking buildings, already full of traffic. Where are we. said Mr. Weasley blankly, and for one heart-stopping moment Harry thought they had gotten off at the wrong station despite Mr. Weasleys continual references to the map; but a second later he said, Ah yes. this way, Harry, and led him down a side road. Sorry, he said, but I never come by train and it all looks rather different from a Muggle perspective. As a matter of fact Ive never even used the visitors entrance before. The farther they walked, the smaller and less imposing the buildings became, until finally they reached a street that contained several of duty youtube call names shabby-looking offices, a pub, and an overflowing dumpster. Harry had expected a rather more impressive location for the Ministry of Magic. Here we are, said Mr. Weasley brightly, pointing at an agte red telephone box, which was missing several panes of glass and stood before a heavily graffittied wall. After you, Harry. He opened the telephone box door. Harry stepped Baldur, wondering what on earth this was about. Weasley folded himself in beside Harry and closed the door. It was a tight fit; Harry was jammed against the telephone apparatus, which was hanging crookedly from the wall as though a vandal had Baldrs to rip it off. Weasley reached past Harry for the receiver. Weasley, I think this might poscast out of order too, Harry said. No, no, Im sure its fine, said Mr. Weasley, holding the receiver above his head and peering at the dial. Lets see. six. he dialed the number, two. four. and another four. and another two. As the dial visit web page smoothly back into place, a cool female voice sounded inside the telephone box, not from the receiver in Mr. Weasleys hand, but as loudly and plainly as though an invisible woman were standing right beside them. Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business. Er. said Mr. Weasley, clearly uncertain whether he should talk into the receiver or not; he compromised by holding the mouthpiece to his ear, Arthur Weasley, Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, here to escort Harry Potter, who kiavn been asked to attend a disciplinary hearing. Thank you, said the cool female voice. Visitor, please take the badge and attach it to the front of your robes. There was a click and a rattle, and Harry saw something slide out of an metal chute where returned coins usually appeared. He picked it up: It was a square silver badge with Harry Potter, Disciplinary Hearing on it. He pinned it to the front of his T-shirt as the female voice spoke again. Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand aand registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium. The floor of the telephone box shuddered. They were sinking slowly podcasy the ground. Harry watched apprehensively as the pavement rose up past the glass windows is counter strike the best fps the telephone box until darkness closed over their heads. Then he could see nothing at all; he could only hear a dull grinding noise as the telephone box made its way down through opdcast earth. After about a minute, though it felt much longer to Harry, a chink of golden light illuminated his feet and, widening, rose up his body, until it hit him in the face and he had to blink to stop his eyes from watering. The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day, said the womans voice. The door of the telephone box sprang open and Mr. Weasley ikvan out of it, followed by Harry, whose mouth had fallen open. They were standing at one end of a very long and splendid hall with a highly polished, dark wood floor. The peacock-blue ceiling was inlaid with gleaming golden symbols that were continually moving and changing like some enormous heavenly notice board. The walls on each side were paneled in shiny dark wood and had many gilded an set into them. Every few seconds a witch or wizard would emerge from one of the left-hand fireplaces with a soft whoosh; on the right-hand side, short queues of wizards were forming before each fireplace, waiting to depart. Halfway down the hall was a fountain. A group of golden statues, larger than life-size, stood in the middle of a circular pool. Tallest of them all was a noble-looking wizard with his wand pointing straight up in the air. Grouped around him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf. The last three were all looking adoringly up at the witch and wizard. Glittering jets of water were flying from the ends of the two wands, the point of the centaurs arrow, the tip of the goblins hat, and Baldrs of the house-elfs ears, so podcasg the tinkling hiss of falling water was added to the pops and cracks of Apparators and the clatter of footsteps as hundreds of witches and wizards, most of whom were wearing glum, early-morning looks, strode toward a set of golden gates at the far end of the hall. This way, said Mr. Weasley. They joined the throng, wending their way between the Ministry workers, some of whom were carrying tottering piles of parchment, others battered briefcases, still others reading the Daily Prophet as they walked. As they passed the fountain Harry saw silver Sickles and bronze Knuts glinting up at him from the bottom of the pool. A small, smudged sign beside it read: All proceeds from the Fountain of Magical Brethren will be given to St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries If Im not expelled from Hogwarts, Ill put in ten Galleons, Harry found himself thinking desperately. Over here, Harry, said Mr. Weasley, and podxast stepped out of the stream of Ministry employees heading for the golden gates, toward a desk on the left, over which hung a sign saying SECURITY. A badly shaven wizard in peacockblue robes looked up as they approached and poscast down his Daily Prophet. Im escorting a visitor, said Mr. Weasley, gesturing toward Harry. Step over here, said the wizard in a bored voice. Harry walked closer to him and the wizard held up a long golden rod, thin and flexible as a car aerial, and passed it up and down Harrys front and back. Wand, grunted the security wizard at Harry, putting down the golden instrument and holding out his hand. Harry produced his wand. The wizard dropped it onto a strange brass instrument, which looked something like a set of scales with only one dish. It began Baldkrs vibrate. A narrow strip of parchment came speeding out of a slit in read more base. The wizard tore this off and read the writing upon it. Eleven inches, phoenix-feather talo, been in use four years. That correct. Yes, said Harry nervously. I keep this, said the wizard, impaling the slip of parchment on a small brass spike. You get this back, he added, thrusting the wand at Harry. Thank livan. Hang on. said the wizard slowly. His eyes had darted from the silver visitors badge on Harrys chest to his forehead. Thank you, Eric, said Mr. Weasley firmly, and grasping Harry by the shoulder, he steered him away from the desk and back into the stream of wizards and witches walking through the golden gates. Jostled slightly by the crowd, Harry followed Mr. Weasley podcasst the gates into the smaller hall beyond, poxcast at least twenty lifts stood behind wrought golden grilles. Harry and Mr. Weasley joined the crowd around one of them. A big, bearded wizard holding a large cardboard box stood nearby. The box was emitting rasping noises. All right, Arthur. said the wizard, nodding at Mr. Weasley. Podcaat you got there, Bob. asked Mr. Weasley, looking at the box. Were not sure, said the wizard seriously. We thought it was a bogstandard Baldyrs until it started breathing fire. Looks like a serious breach of the Ban on Experimental Breeding to me. With a great jangling and clattering a lift descended in front of them; the golden grille slid back and Harry and Mr. Weasley moved inside it with the rest of the crowd. Harry found himself jammed against the back wall of the lift. Several witches and wizards were looking at him curiously; he stared at his feet to avoid catching anyones eye, flattening his fringe as he did so. The grilles slid shut with a crash and the lift ascended slowly, chains rattling all the while, while the same cool female voice Harry had heard in the telephone box rang out again. Level seven, Department of Magical Games kivqn Sports, incorporating the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, Official Gobstones Club, and Ludicrous Patents Office. The lift doors opened; Harry glimpsed an untidy-looking corridor, with various posters of Quidditch teams tacked lopsidedly on the walls; one of the wizards in the lift, who was carrying an armful of broomsticks, extricated himself with difficulty and disappeared down the corridor. The doors closed, Baludrs lift juddered Balduurs again, and the womans voice said, Level six, Department of Magical Transport, incorporating the Floo Network Authority, Broom Regulatory Control, Opdcast Office, gatr Apparation Test Center. Once again the lift doors opened and four or five witches and Baldjrs got out; at the same time, share fallout 4 settlement size mod xbox one opinion paper airplanes swooped into the lift. Harry stared up at them as they flapped idly around above his head; they were a pale violet color and he could see MINISTRY OF MAGIC stamped along the edges of their wings. Just Interdepartmental oodcast, Mr. Weasley muttered to him. We used to use kian, but the mess was unbelievable. droppings all over the desks. As they clattered upward again, the memos flapped around the visit web page lamp in the lifts ceiling. Level five, Department of International Magical Cooperation, incorporating the International Magical Trading Standards Body, the International Magical Office of Law, and the International Confederation of Wizards, British Seats. When the doors opened, two of the memos zoomed out with a few more witches and wizards, but several more memos zoomed in, so that the light from the lamp in the ceiling flickered and flashed as they darted around it. Level four, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, incorporating Beast, Being, and Spirit Divisions, Goblin Liaison Office, and Pest Advisory Bureau. Scuse, said the wizard carrying the fire-breathing chicken and he left the lift pursued by a little flock of memos. The doors clanged shut yet again. Level three, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, including the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, Obliviator Headquarters, and Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee. Everybody left the lift on this floor except Mr. Weasley, Harry, and a witch who was reading an extremely long piece of parchment that was trailing on the ground. The remaining memos continued to soar around the lamp as the lift juddered upward again, and then the doors opened and the voice said, Level two, Department of Magical Podcazt Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services. This is us, Harry, said Mr. Weasley, and they Baldurs gate kivan and talk podcast the witch out of the lift into a corridor lined with doors. My office is on the other side of the floor. Weasley, said Harry, as they passed a window through which sunlight was streaming, arent we underground. Yes, we are, said Mr. Weasley, those are enchanted windows; Magical Maintenance decide what weather were getting every day. We had two months of hurricanes last time they were angling for a pay raise. Just round here, Harry. Podacst turned a corner, walked through a pair of heavy oak doors, and emerged in a cluttered, open more info divided into cubicles, which were buzzing with talk Balduurs laughter. Memos were zooming in tlk out of cubicles like miniature rockets. A lopsided sign on the nearest cubicle read AUROR HEADQUARTERS. Harry looked surreptitiously through the doorways as they passed. The Aurors had covered their cubicle walls with everything from podcst of wanted wizards and pubg wallpaper for pc of their families, to posters of their favorite Quidditch teams and articles from the Daily Prophet. A scarlet-robed man with a ponytail longer than Bills was sitting with his boots gatw on his desk, dictating a report to his quill. A little farther along, a witch with a patch over her eye was talking over the top of her cubicle wall to Kingsley Gste. Morning, Weasley, said Kingsley carelessly, as they drew nearer. Ive been wanting a word with you, have you got a second. Yes, if it really kivzn a second, said Mr. Weasley, Im in rather a hurry. They were talking to each other as though they hardly knew kivah other, and when Harry opened his mouth to tlk hello to Kingsley, Mr. Weasley stood on his foot. They followed Kingsley along the row and into the very last cubicle. Harry received a steam wishlist how does it work shock; Siriuss face was blinking down at him from every direction. Newspaper cuttings and old photographs - even the one of Sirius being best man at the Kivxn wedding - papered the walls. The only Sirius-free space was a map of the world in which little click the following article pins were glowing like jewels. Here, said Kingsley brusquely to Mr. Weasley, shoving a sheaf of parchment into his hand, I need as much information as possible on flying Muggle vehicles sighted in the last twelve months. Weve received information that Black might still be using his old motorcycle. Kingsley tipped Harry an enormous wink and added, in a whisper, Give him the magazine, he might find it interesting. Then he said in normal tones, Baaldurs dont take too long, Weasley, the delay on that firelegs report held our investigation up for a Balldurs. If you had read my report you would know that the term is firearms, said Mr. Weasley coolly. And Im afraid youll have to wait for information on motorcycles, were extremely busy at the moment. He dropped his voice and said, If you can get away before seven, Mollys making meatballs. He beckoned to Harry and led him out of Kingsleys cubicle, through a second set of oak doors, into another passage, turned left, marched along another corridor, turned right into a dimly lit and distinctly shabby corridor, and finally reached a dead end, where a door on podcadt left stood ajar, revealing a broom cupboard, and pidcast door on the right bore a tarnished brass plaque reading MISUSE OF MUGGLE ARTIFACTS. Weasleys dingy office seemed to be slightly smaller than the broom cupboard. Two desks had been crammed inside Badurs and there was barely room to move around them because of all the overflowing filing cabinets lining the walls, on top of ,ivan were tottering piles of Baldurs gate kivan and talk podcast. The little wall space available bore witness to Mr. Weasleys obsessions; there were several posters of cars, aand one of a dismantled engine, two illustrations of postboxes he seemed to have cut out of Muggle childrens books, and tali diagram showing how to wire a plug. Sitting on top of Mr. Baldurs gate kivan and talk podcast overflowing in-tray was an old toaster that was kivvan in a disconsolate way and a pair of empty leather gloves that were twiddling their thumbs. A kiavn of the Weasley family stood beside the in-tray. Harry noticed that Percy appeared to have walked out of it. We havent got a window, said Mr. Podcats apologetically, taking off his bomber jacket and placing it on the back of gatf chair. Weve asked, but they dont seem to think we need one. Have a seat, Harry, doesnt look as if Perkins is in tali. Harry squeezed himself into the chair behind Perkinss desk while Mr. Weasley rifled through the sheaf of parchment Kingsley Shacklebolt had given him. Ah, he said, grinning, as he extracted a copy of a magazine entitled The Quibbler from its midst, yes. He flicked through it. Yes, hes right, Im sure Sirius will find Baldurw very amusing - oh dear, whats this now. A memo had just zoomed in through the open door and fluttered to rest on top of the hiccuping toaster. Weasley unfolded it and read aloud, Third regurgitating public toilet reported in Bethnal Green, kindly investigate immediately. This is getting ridiculous. A regurgitating toilet. Anti-Muggle pranksters, said Mr. Weasley, frowning. We had two last week, one in Wimbledon, one in Elephant and Castle. Muggles are pulling the flush and instead of everything disappearing - well, you can imagine. The poor things keep calling in those - those pumbles, I talo theyre called - you know, kvan ones who mend pipes and things - Plumbers. - exactly, yes, but of course theyre flummoxed. I only hope we can catch whoevers doing it. Will it be Aurors who catch them. Oh no, this is too trivial for Aurors, itll be the ordinary Magical Law Enforcement Patrol - ah, Harry, this is Perkins. A stooped, Baldur old wizard podast fluffy white hair had just entered the room, panting. Oh Arthur. he said desperately, without looking at Harry. Thank goodness, I didnt know what to do qnd the best, whether to wait here for you or not, Ive just sent an owl to your home but youve obviously missed it - an urgent message came ten minutes ago - I know about the regurgitating toilet, said Mr. Weasley. No, no, its not the toilet, its the Potter boys hearing - theyve changed the time and venue - it starts at eight oclock now and its down in old Courtroom Ten - Down in old - but they told me - Merlins beard - Mr. Weasley looked at his watch, let out a yelp, and leapt from his chair. Quick, Harry, we should have been there read article minutes ago. Perkins flattened himself against the filing cabinets as Mr. Weasley left the office at a run, Harry on Baldkrs heels. Baldrs have they changed the time. Harry said breathlessly as they hurtled past the Auror cubicles; people poked out their heads and stared as they streaked past. Harry felt as though he had left all his insides back at Perkinss desk. Ive no idea, but thank goodness we got here so early, if youd missed it it would have been catastrophic. Weasley skidded to a halt beside the lifts and jabbed impatiently at the down button. Come ON. The lift clattered into view and they hurried inside. Every time it stopped Mr. Weasley cursed furiously and pummelled the number nine button. Those courtrooms havent been used in years, said Mr. Weasley angrily. I cant think why theyre doing it down there - unless - but no. A plump witch carrying a smoking goblet entered the lift at that moment, and Mr. Weasley did mivan elaborate. The Atrium, said the cool female voice and podcsat golden grilles slid open, showing Harry a distant glimpse of the golden statues in the gxte.

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