Chapter 816 (1/2)

”You don't usually walk to work, do you?”

When Harry and Mr. Weasley walked into the square, Harry asked Mr. Weasley.

”No, I walk a lot,” Mr. Weasley said, ”but obviously you're not, and I think we'd better get there completely in a non magical way This will make a good impression and tell them that you are disciplined... ”

Harry nodded, though he knew it was useless. What Van Lin had instilled in him made Harry disappointed with the Ministry, at least for fudge.

But Mr. Weasley is also for his good.

Mr. Weasley kept his hands in his jacket as they walked all the way. Harry knew he was holding the wand tightly in his hand.

It was an almost deserted path, and Mr. Weasley was afraid of any attack, but when they arrived at the small, pitiful subway station, they found it full of morning drivers.

When they found themselves so close to Muggles who were talking about everyday things, Mr. Weasley had great difficulty suppressing his enthusiasm. (Mr. Weasley is a Muggle fan)

”it's like a myth,” he whispered, staring at the ticket vending machine with his glasses. ”It's incredibly original.”

”But they have failed,” said Harry, pointing to the sign.

”Yes, but even so...” Mr. Weasley looked at these things innocently and radiant. Harry and Mr. Weasley bought tickets from a sleepy conductor (Harry executed the deal because Mr. Weasley was not good at Muggle currency) and five minutes later they boarded a subway bound for central London.

Mr. Weasley anxiously checked the subway route map on the window over and over.

”Four more stops, Harry. Now there are three stops and two stops. Harry...”

That kind of excitement can't be suppressed at all. In the Muggle way, Mr. Weasley has always wanted to do this. Just look at the magic car.

They got out of the car at a station in London, very close to the centre, and got into a stream of well-dressed men and women with briefcases in their hands. They went up the escalator and went through the ticket cutting bar (Mr. Weasley was very pleased with the way tickets were swallowed on both sides of the escalator), and then they appeared on a wide street with magnificent tall buildings on both sides of the street.

”Where are we?” Mr. Weasley asked blankly. In a heartbeat, Harry almost thought that although Mr. Weasley kept looking at the map, they got off the wrong platform, but a second later, Mr. Weasley said, ”ah, yes, this way, Harry.” Then he led Harry into a side road.

”I'm sorry,” Mr. Weasley said, ”but I've never taken a train to work, and from a Muggle's point of view I behave very differently. In fact, I've never used the guest entrance before. ”

(the guest entrance here should refer to the visitor entrance of the Ministry of magic, that is, the passage connecting the Muggle world and the Ministry of magic. It was originally designed for those Muggles, but no Muggle has ever come. ）

the deeper they went, the more small and dilapidated the buildings on the side of the road, until they finally arrived at an alley containing several dilapidated offices, a bar and a overflowing tanker.

Harry had hoped that the ministry would be set up in a more impressive place.

”Here we are,” Mr. Weasley said succinctly, pointing to an old red telephone booth with a few missing pieces of glass and standing in front of a badly mangled wall.

”Come with me, Harry.” Mr. Weasley opened the door to the phone booth.

Harry walked into the phone booth and wondered what the place was for.

Mr. Weasley pushed himself to Harry and closed the phone box door. It's a little cramped inside; Harry is squeezed against the phone, which is crooked on the wall as if a barbarian had tried to tear it apart.

Mr. Weasley got the receiver over Harry.

”Mr. Weasley, I think this phone is out of order,” said Harry.

”No, no, I'm sure it's good,” Mr. Weasley put the receiver to his ear and began dialing. ”Let me see six.” he dialed the number, ”two four, four, four, two Well, that's right... ”

When the dial returned to its original position smoothly, a cold female voice came from the telephone, but from the receiver in Mr. Weasley's hand, but the voice was very loud and clear, as if there was an invisible woman standing beside them.

”Welcome to the Ministry of magic. Please state your name and occupation. ”

”Well...” Mr. Weasley was obviously not sure if he was going to speak into the receiver.

But in the end, Mr. Weasley put the microphone on his ear in a compromise. ”Arthur Weasley, the inappropriate use of magic items office, accompanied by Harry Potter, was asked to come to a disciplinary hearing.””Thank you,” said the cold voice. ”Visitor, please take your badge and tie it to the front of your robe.”

There was a click, and Harry saw something slide out of the metal slide, which is usually used to return coins.

Mr. Weasley picked it up. It was a square silver badge with the words Harry Potter, disciplinary hearing on it.

He pinned the badge to the front of the T-shirt when the girl's voice rang again.