Security Inspection

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He didn't notice them until Tonks approached him. Seeing this, Tonks knocked on the table to call the young wizard.

The young wizard was startled, turned his head, and saw Tonks standing before the table, his glasses lit up.

"Hey, Nymphadora, why are you here?" The young wizard looked at Tonks with a smile he thought was charming.

Ethan noticed that Tonks' breathing was noticeably tighter. She mostly begged others to call her by her last name. The young man was flattering as a horse's hoof.

"Bud, I brought Mr. Ethan to the award ceremony of the Second Order of Merlin," Tonks said.

"Ethan?" The young wizard named Bud was refreshed, "Is he the Butcher of Knockturn Alley?"

Bud looked at Ethan with curiosity.

"Bud! It's rude of you to say that!" Tonks blackened her face and reprimanded him in a low voice.

Only then did Bud realize that it was inappropriate to call others by their nicknames in front of others, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Sorry, Mr. Ethan." Bud apologized to Ethan.

"Mr. Ethan, this should be your first time at the Ministry of Magic. According to the regulations, I have to conduct a security inspection. Please follow me."

Ethan knew the specific procedure for entering the Ministry of Magic, so he obediently accepted the inspection.

Ethan approached Bud, and Bud raised a long golden rod, as thin and flexible as a car's antenna, and used it to sweep Ethan's chest and back from top to bottom.

The instrument suddenly issued a sharp alarm sound, which startled Bud and attracted the attention of the people around him.

Tonks found out and hurriedly took a few steps forward, blocking the sight of others.

"Mr. Ethan, do you have any weapons on your body?" Bud asked in surprise.

"Oh, yes, the weapon I use for self-defense," Ethan replied casually.

"Mr. Ethan, you are not allowed to carry weapons in the Ministry of Magic," Bud explained patiently.

"Oh, I see." Ethan cooperated and began dismantling his weapon, taking a long dagger from his chest and placing it on the table.

Bud looked at the dagger on the table in shock. He could not have imagined that wizards still use such savage weapons.

Ethan suddenly thought of something again, bent down, took a long iron thorn from his boot, and placed it on the table.

Still unfinished, Ethan touched his lower back again, removed a crossbow from it, touched his hair, and placed two poisoned blue needles on the table.

After a while, the table was filled with weapons of different shapes. Bud looked at the pile of guns and swallowed hard.

"That should be all." Ethan said relaxedly, "Please keep it for me; I will take it back after I come out; please keep those two away from the fire; by the way, don't touch them. The needles are poisonous."

"Okay, Mr. Ethan, please come and take the wand test." Bud's voice was dry and scared.

Ethan didn't tell Bud that switch knives were hidden in each of his boots; as long as he tapped his heel lightly, it would pop out.

"Mr. Ethan, please give me the wand." Bud's voice became much more hoarse.

Ethan handed over the wand, and Bud put it on a grotesque brass machine resembling a single-plate balance.

The machine began to vibrate slightly. A narrow strip of parchment spits out quickly from a slit in the bottom. Bud tore the paper off and read the words on it.

"Twelve inches long, made of Yew wood? The core material is unknown?" Bud's voice distorted slightly.

It was not the first time he had seen a wand made of Yew wood, but the machine couldn't detect the core.

The Ministry of Magic has used this machine for many years, and it records the properties of tens of thousands of materials. It is rare to detect unknown materials.

"Mr. Ethan, do you know what material the core of your wand is made of?" Bud asked cautiously.

"It's the Griffin's Heartstring," Ethan replied carelessly.

This undoubtedly shocked Bud, "Is this kind of core legal?" Bud asked tremblingly.

"Of course, it's legal; I can show the receipt from Ollivander's wand shop," Ethan said calmly.

Bud was about to check when he saw Tonks' threatening look standing behind Ethan.

Then Bud shrank his neck, "I don't think you need to, Mr. Ethan; you can have your wand back." 

He handed the wand to Ethan.

He then poked the parchment on a small brass nail.

"Now that all the inspections are completed, you can go to handle your affairs." Sweat already appeared on Bud's forehead.

Looking at Ethan's retreating, Bud turned around, took out a cardboard box, and carefully picked up the things stacked on the table. Bud's movements were very gentle, lest any weapon would injure him.

Tonks took Ethan through the gate and into a smaller hall over there. Elaborate gold fence doors bar at least twenty elevators.

There was a long queue near the elevator. Ethan and Tonks stood and waited for a while. With a thumping sound, an elevator landed in front of them. The golden fence door slid open gently, and the two hurriedly followed the crowd and squeezed in.

As soon as the two entered, the fence door slammed shut, the elevator slowly ascended, the chain rattled, and the indifferent woman's voice that Ethan had heard in the phone booth rang again, announcing each floor.

As time passed, there were fewer people in the elevator. A woman's emotionless voice was in the elevator on the first floor, the Office of the Minister of Magic, the logistics office, and the auditorium.

Tonks took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator. Ethan looked around curiously. The floor was extraordinarily luxurious. The floor was covered with thick carpets, and all the offices were brightly lit. There is a wooden door, and there is a small sign on the door that writes the name and position of the person.

Ethan noticed that there was a familiar name among them: Dolores Umbridge.

Ethan noticed a window where bright sunlight poured in.

"Aren't we underground?" Ethan asked curiously.

"Yeah, that's right," Tonks said. "These are enchanted windows. The Enchanted Maintenance Service determines what weather we have every day."

"Last time, Mr. Fudge delayed the wages of the Magic Maintenance Department for a few weeks. The Magic Maintenance Department caused a sandstorm here for two weeks!" Tonks said to Ethan in a low voice.

The carpet was so soft that it felt like stepping into a cloud. Tonks and Ethan walked forward silently. The entire corridor was tranquil, wildly contrasting the noisy hall.

Tonks and Ethan pushed open one wooden door after another and finally came to an extra large wooden door with a small sign: Auditorium.

Tonks nervously sorted out her robe and knocked on the wooden door.