The elevator soon reached the second basement floor of the Ministry of Magic.
This floor is the office floor of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which houses two powerful organizations: the Wizengamot Administration and the Auror Command.
and a large number of offices of unknown power but equally high level.
For example, Arthur Weiss, Director of the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts, Dolores Umbridge, Director of the Office for the Misuse of Magic, and Anthony Weiss, Director of the Animagus Office.
Of course, if you can go further along the corridor, you can still see a lot of vacant offices with signs.
For example, the Office for the Investigation and Collection of Counterfeit Defense Spells and Protective Equipment.
This kind of floor is obviously not accessible to ordinary people, or very few people would like to walk into this dark floor with a vague cold and iron-blooded atmosphere.
When talking in this cold and empty corridor, there will even be a faint echo, which makes people feel uncomfortable.
"Director Scrimgeour, I think I need to reiterate that our Department of Magical Transportation needs to join in the preparations for this 'Top 100 Tournament' and occupy an important position."
In the distance, a conversation came from around the corner, speaking very fast, "You know, this is not just a game, about globalization, about the "Confidentiality Act", I think there are some things I won't say.
You should know too."
"I know that the Department of Magical Sports and the Department of International Magical Cooperation should indeed take the dominant position, but you should know that if our Department of Magical Transport obtains something important in this game, the effect it can play in the future will make us proud of the Ministry of Magic.
Luo Office brings greater benefits."
winter
There was a sound of footsteps stopping heavily, and Scrimgeour's frosty voice came over, "No, Director Ronaldo, this is my Auror office, not ours."
"Oh, Merlin's beard! Do you need to tell me this now?" Old Ronaldo complained.
Scrimgeour was silent for a while, "I will provide you with the necessary support, but I hope you know that everything is for the future of the Ministry of Magic. If you are just seeking benefits for yourself, you will not be able to provide any help in the future...
"
"Old Ronaldo, you should know my methods."
"Of course, of course."
Scrimgeour was obviously a little impatient, "Damn it, stop pestering me. You have no idea what the Muggle forces were doing after the incident in New York. I must go to the Muggle mansion next door immediately.
, go discuss something with that stupid Muggle Prime Minister."
"Damn, sometimes I even wish I had the ability like Anton to knock down all the satellites in the sky!"
"Oh, this is really a good idea." Old Ronaldo was full of ridicule.
Scrimgeour's limping footsteps came around the corner, and his eagle-like eyes saw the people at the elevator door. His cold and indifferent eyes looked from Fudge, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, and
People like En Weiss and Hermione Granger wandered past.
In the end, he just nodded to Anton, walked straight into the elevator, and closed the elevator door without hesitation.
Ding
The elevator made a warning sound and rose rapidly upwards.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Director Scrimgeour doesn't take you seriously, Mr. Minister, and he doesn't even say hello." Old Ronaldo bumped Fudge's shoulder with his shoulder in a joking manner.
"It's rare that old classmate you can hold back your anger this time."
'Fudge' suppressed the instinctive reaction of dodging and struggled to show a friendly smile, "Well, I have to take these little guys to the civilian office of the Auror office to register. They hope to file a lawsuit against the Wizengamot. , requesting the return of documents in the Department of Mysteries."
——Perfect, I imitated Fudge's expression perfectly, and I perfectly matched the expression with Fudge's classmate and subordinate Ronaldo.
——Next, old Ronaldo, a veteran in the office, will definitely leave immediately when he hears that so many important departments are involved.
--ha
Lucius's thoughts came through Legilimency. Anton squinted his eyes behind the crowd, wondering what Lucius was planning to do.
"Oh, really? That's great. I happen to have something to do with Anton, so I'll go with you." Old Ronaldo raised his eyebrows, "After all, you, the Minister of Magic, may not necessarily know the secrets of the Auror office. , I’m just here to help you, you know, be careful not to get fooled by those messy regulations.”
As he said that, Ronaldo Sr. hugged Anton's shoulders affectionately and said, "Hey, Anton, although I didn't go to New York this time, I heard about it and it's really cool."
Anton felt Lucius's suddenly tense heartstrings and raised his eyebrows, "That's such a pity."
With that said, Anton followed the familiar old Ronaldo and walked towards the civilian office.
The other friends quickly followed.
Only 'Fuji''s expression changed for a while, and finally he narrowed his eyes, a gentle smile appeared on his face again, and he followed quickly.
"Hey Patricia, long time no see."
Several people came to a spacious office not far from the Auror command room. Inside, several wizards were busy at their own large desks. The desks were filled with various books and information and weird-looking alchemy machines.
There was a good goblin in the corner helping to sort out the sealed boxes, sorting them on some shelves according to the information on the iron tags on the boxes, and then pulled out some boxes from the shelves according to a list and hurriedly ran to these Beside the wizard, he put the box on with difficulty.
Following these movements, mysterious magical lights flashed rapidly between the shelves and boxes.
Old Ronaldo took them to a table on the right side of the door, where a witch with a tired and smelly face sat.
"Hey, old Ronaldo." The witch said hello, then lowered her head and signed the document with a quill. She plucked a complex machine from the table for a moment, pulled out a large seal from it, bent down and used it. Use both hands to stamp the document.
Then, she stuffed the seal back and put the document into a box. She turned around and ordered the goblin, "Send it to the Reverse Incidental Magic Incident Team of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters immediately. They are in a hurry to get it."
The goblin nodded, stood up on his tiptoes, pulled the box hard, put it on his shoulders, and quickly ran around Anton and the others towards the door.
In the crowd, Hermione looked at these goblins in silence, her eyes flickering, not knowing what she was thinking.
Perhaps, what Minister Fudge just said gave her a lot of ideas.
"Oh, Merlin's beard!"
Witch Patricia exclaimed, stood up vigorously, and looked at Fudge respectfully, "Mr. Minister, I'm sorry, I didn't see you coming just now."
Fudge smiled very gently and waved his hand, "It's okay. I saw you were so serious just now and I didn't want to disturb you."
"Oh, Mr. Minister, what's the matter? I'm really sorry. I need to deal with some things right away, and everyone is urging me." Patricia Witch looked at the table with a lot of flashes of light, a little collapsed.
of a metal flower pot.
Each flashing star point above is a signal from various departments to urge for documents.
"Since that incident in New York, many Muggle and wizarding organizations have been active, and there have been too many things that need to be dealt with by our Department of Magical Law Enforcement..." As she was talking, something suddenly appeared on the metal flower pot.
A bright red flower appeared, and the flashing light became brighter.
"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Patricia Witch was almost going crazy. She turned to look at the goblin waiting in the corner, "Quick, box No. 3, on the third shelf in the ninth row on the left, hurry up.
Bring it here."
Fudge was obviously not a person who cared about his female subordinates. He grabbed Harry next to him and pulled him in front of him, "Can you help me deal with this matter first?"
"Harry Potter!" Patricia Witch screamed, supporting her hands on the table, leaning over to look at the lightning scar on Harry's forehead, her eyes widening in disbelief, "Oh, savior,
The Boy Who Lived!"
"Yes, yes." Fudge knocked on the table with his hand, "Our savior, Harry Potter, hopes to retrieve the magical manuscript of his biological mother Lily Potter from the Department of Mysteries!"
"Reclaim the magic manuscripts of blood relatives?" Witch Patricia was stunned for a moment, hesitated, looked at Harry, then at Fudge, and finally nodded, "Oh, yes, this is in line with the procedure.
"
As she said that, she came to the shelf next to the big table, flipped through it, muttering something, and finally pulled out a few old-looking forms from a corner, swept the dust off them, and placed them in front of Harry.
"Fill out the form and I'll have the goblin send it to the Wizengamot."
Harry looked at the form in front of him at a loss, and was about to turn to Anton or Ron and Hermione for help. Fudge quickly urged him, "Hey, Harry, hurry up, we can't keep this lady waiting too long."
She has been too busy for a long time."
Harry quickly took the quill from his hand and filled in the content bit by bit while listening to his introduction.