Yes, I remember this place!" Mr. Weasley said happily, pointing to the dilapidated red telephone booth.
The telephone booth seemed to be a product of decades ago and was abandoned here.
A few pieces of glass were gone, and the back was next to a wall that was painted with a mess.
"This is much worse than the magic department I imagined..."
"It's not easy to find such a large space in central London. It's just an entrance." Mr. Weasley said happily, he opened the door of the telephone booth. "Well, kids, you are advanced!"
undefinedIvan, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George all squeezed in. There wasn't a bit of space in it now. Everyone pressed tightly together, and the run-down telephone booth creaked. There is always the possibility of collapse.
"You stepped on me, Fred!" Ron shouted.
"Not me, George!" Fred responded.
"No, I can't move, you can go back!" George said.
As Mr. Weasley followed, he labored to close the door and they were squeezed into a small space like canned food.
Ai Wen was squeezed to the phone device, Hermione in front of him, and Harry behind.
She leaned against the wall behind her back, and her front body was tightly attached to Ai Wen.
As soon as someone pushed Ai Wen back, he ran into Hermione.
Seeing Hermione's appearance, he hurriedly lifted his waist and was quickly hit again.
In the end, Ai Wen simply hugged her in her arms so that the impact could be smaller.
As for the phone, it slanted from the wall, and it seems that there was a guy who destroyed the public figure and tried to tear it off.
If there is a Muggle passing by, I will be surprised to see this scene, thinking that they are a few crazy.
"Excuse me, bring me the microphone!" said Mr. Weasley.
"Mr. Weasley, I think this call may be broken," said Harry, taking the microphone from Ai Wen.
"No, no, I believe it is not bad." Mr. Weasley said, holding the microphone over his head, his eyes on the dial, and the other hand struggling to reach. "Oh, no, I can't reach it." Ai Wen, you can call me the number 62424."
Hermione tried to give him some space, and Ai Wen raised his head and dialed the number.
When the dial quickly turned back, a woman's indifferent voice passed into the phone booth. The voice was not transmitted from the microphone that Mr. Weasley held. It was loud and clear, like an invisible woman. Stand by them and talk to them.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please tell us your name and what to do."
"Well..." Mr. Weasley said, obviously he was not sure if he should talk to the microphone. Finally he made a concession and put the mouthpiece on his ear and shouted, "Arthur Weasley The ban on the abuse of the Muggle Goods Division was accompanied by Avon Mason and Harry Potter. The ministry asked them to be inquired and tried. In addition, Hermione Granger and Ron. Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, they were accompanied to watch their trial."
"Thank you!" said the woman's indifferent voice. "Guest, please pick up the badge, don't be in front of your clothes."
Ding zero, oh la la, seven badges slipped out of the metal slant that should be used to withdraw coins.
Ai Wen took it and handed it to Harry, leaving himself and Hermione's badge. He saw that he was a square silver badge with Evan Mason, trial, Hermione. The words are for a visit.
They put the badge in front of the t-shirt and looked around in anticipation, and the woman's voice rang again.
"The guests of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be inspected at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."
Her voice just fell, and the ground of the phone booth suddenly trembled.
With the shout of surprise, they slowly sank into the ground.
Hermione subconsciously hugged Ai Wen, she was originally hugged by Ai Wen, and the two were put together, and now they are more closely integrated.
Ivan never felt that she and Hermione had been huddled together. It felt like they both entered a tight-fitting suit.
Just as he entered Hermione's pajamas that night, he can now clearly feel her heartbeat.
He looked at the sidewalk outside the glass window of the phone booth and rose higher, and finally they were dark on top of their heads.
In a flash, nothing can be seen. I can only hear the monotonous and harsh rubbing sound of the phone booth when it falls into the ground.
No one spoke, everyone held their breath, and even Mr. Weasley was a little nervous.
It took about a minute, but it actually felt much longer, with a thin gold shining on their feet.
Then the golden light gradually widened, expanded to the body, and finally directly exposed their faces.
"The Ministry of Magic hopes that you will have a good time today," the woman said.
The door of the telephone booth slammed open, and several people stumbled out of it.
"Wow!" Several people looked around and were surprised that their mouths could not be closed!
Compared to the bustling scene of Muggle's central London, the picture in front of you is even more shocking.
Even though Avon had been there more than a year ago, he still couldn't help but look around curiously.
The same is true of Fred and George. They only came to the Ministry of Magic with Mr. Weasley when they were young. They haven't been here for many years. Harry, Ron, and Hermione are here for the first time, although they have heard a lot of descriptions. It can be seen without the sight of the eyes.
At this moment, the pedestrian stood at the end of a long, magnificent hall.
On the ground is a dark wooden floor polished with brilliance. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.
Ivan had only watched the excitement before, but now I recognize that this ceiling uses a lot of knowledge about alchemy and magic array.
The seemingly cluttered golden symbols converge into one spell rune, many of which are not documented in the research notes given to him by Nicole Leme.
Inside the hall, the walls are surrounded by dark, dark wood panels, and many gold-plated fireplaces are embedded in the wood.
Every few seconds, with a bang, a wizard suddenly popped out of a fireplace on the left.
On the right, several people in front of each fireplace are waiting in line to leave.
In the middle of the entrance hall is a fountain. A circular pool of water is erected with a set of pure gold statues, larger than the real people.
The highest of them is a graceful wizard who holds his wand and points to the sky.
Surrounded by him is a beautiful witch, a horseman, a fairy, and a house elf.
The horses, the goblins, and the house elves looked up intently at the two wizards, with a shining water column from the top of the wizard's wand, from the horse's arrow, from the fairy's hat tip, from the house's elf's Sprayed out in both ears.
There are Ding Dong Ding Dong,
There were also hundreds of male and female wizards' cluttered footsteps, and they strode to the row of golden gates at the entrance to the hall.