Chapter 817 (1/2)
”Good morning, Weasley,” Kingsley said cautiously as they approached. ”Do you have a second? I have something to say to you.”
”Yes, for a second,” Mr. Weasley said, ”I'm a little busy now.” They were talking, but it seemed difficult to communicate, and when Harry wanted to say hello to kensley, Mr. Weasley stepped on Harry's foot. They followed Kingsley all the way in to one of the innermost rooms.
To Harry's surprise, there are so many photos here that they look like a reference room. Even Harry found a picture of Sirius in the corner.
”Here,” Kingsley said roughly to Mr. Weasley, putting a bundle of parchment into Mr. Weasley's hand.
”Over the past 12 months, I've collected as much information as I can about the Muggle flight engine. We have received reports that Blake is still using his old motorcycle
Kingsley winked at Harry a few times, then added in a whisper, ”give him that magazine, and he'll find it interesting.”
Then he said in his normal tone, ”don't delay too long, Weasley. The delay in that ham report took us a month to investigate.”
”If you read my report, you should know it's an arm of fire,” Mr. Weasley said coldly. ”And I'm afraid you'll have to wait for the news of the motorcycle. We're busy at the moment.”
He said in a low voice, ”Molly made meatballs if you can leave before seven o'clock.”
It looks like an agent's secret deal. Although Harry doesn't know what it means to have Sirius in a corner of Auror's office, it's interesting that the Ministry of magic will embarrass Sirius for an unrelated Muggle item?
Or
The motorcycle belongs to Hagrid
He took Harry out of Kingsley's single room, through the second oak door, into another unit, left, through the next corridor, and then right into a dimly lit, obviously shabby corridor. Finally, they reached a dead end, with a slightly open door on their left, an open broom cabinet, and on the right, a nasty, tarnished brass sign reading, ”improper use of Muggle items office.”.
Mr. Weasley's untidy office looks a little smaller than the broom cabinet opposite. Two desks were crowded inside, and a line of cupboards filled with stuff was placed near the wall. The space in the middle was just enough for them to get through. At the top of each cabinet, there were a large number of documents. In the small space left on the wall lay a few things that fascinate Mr. Weasley: pictures of a car, including a dismantled engine, two illustrations of a mailbox cut from a Muggle child's book, and a diagram showing how to wind the socket.
On the desk opposite Mr. Weasley's desk was a picture of an old drunkard, burping moodily and playing with an empty pair of leather gloves on his thumb. Next to the plate was a picture of the Weasleys.
Harry noticed that Percy seemed to have walked away from it.
”We don't have windows here,” Mr. Weasley said apologetically. He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of his chair. ”We applied, but they didn't seem to think we needed a window here, Harry. Stop looking. Perkins hasn't come yet.”
While Mr. Weasley was reading the parchment Kingsley had just handed him, Harry was squeezing himself into the chair behind Perkins' desk.
”Ha,” Weasley chuckled after picking something from a magazine called nitpicking. ”Yes, he's right. I'm sure Sirius will find it interesting - Oh, honey, what time is it?”
An internal email just flew in through the open door and landed on the picture of the burping alcoholic. Mr. Weasley opened the letter and read it aloud.
”Bisnar green reports on the third public toilet that returns. It's ridiculous ”
” a backflow bathroom? ”
”Anti Muggle jokes,” Mr. Weasley said, frowning. ”We dealt with two last week, one in Wimbledon and one in elephant castle. The Muggle was just about to flush when everything was gone - yes, you can imagine. All this crap keeps coming up - I think they should call plumbers - you know, those who fix pipes. ”
”Plumber?”
”Right, yes, of course they will be in a mess, just hope we can catch a few of the perpetrators.”
”Won't Auror go after them?”
”Oh, no, these things are too trivial to disturb Auror. It's under the jurisdiction of the general magic law enforcement Patrol - ah, Harry, this is Perkins.”
A hunchback, shy looking old wizard came into the room. He had a white beard and was panting.
”Oh, Arthur He didn't look at Harry and screamed, ”thank God, I don't know what's best to do with this, whether I'm going to wait for you. I've just sent an owl to your house, but apparently you didn't get it -- an urgent letter ten minutes ago -- ””I know, it's about the return toilet,” Mr. Weasley said.