The two of them walked through the door and came to a smaller hall over there.
There are at least twenty elevators there, blocked by elaborate golden gates.
There were many Ministry of Magic employees waiting for the elevator around. To Rita Skeeter's surprise, Tonks seemed to have a good relationship with these wizards, which gave her more knowledge about "Miss Auror".
Maybe this is the reason why both of them are C-level.
In her impression, most Aurors in the Ministry of Magic have difficulty communicating with each other, and many magical employees privately have a bad impression of Aurors.
However, Nymphadora Tonks was obviously an accident, she was too out of touch with her enthusiasm.
"Are you late again today, Tonks?" a witch said, smiling at Tonks and winking.
"Oh no, I'm on a mission to escort an informant." Tonks said confidently, without any caution that a confidentiality worker should have.
"Auror informant?" The witch glanced at Rita, "This is a rare thing. I didn't expect that in addition to arresting people, you would now start to accept information from outside informants? This should be part of your Auror office's expansion of recruitment.
The planning part is really enviable."
Since the Ministry of Magic launched the Werewolf Project some time ago, the Auror Office is undoubtedly the department that has benefited most.
In the opinion of many people, judging from the rate of expansion of the Auror Office, their floor will have to be expanded with new magic sooner or later.
With a tinkling sound and a clicking sound, an elevator descended in front of them.
The golden fence door slid open gently, and Rita walked into the elevator with Tonks and other magic employees. Rita was sure that if she shouted for help at this time, these wizards would most likely ignore her and instead
Will draw his wand to assist Tonks.
In fact, until now, Rita had not thought about whether to betray her in front of the Minister of Magic and the Director of the Auror Office.
In the long history of the wizarding world, it seems that the Ministry of Magic has never protected important witnesses.
In contrast, the degree of penetration of a certain "mysterious organization" around the world is still a mystery.
Just as Rita was having her last mental struggle, the fence door slammed shut.
The elevator slowly rose, the chain rattled, and the cold woman's voice she heard in the phone booth rang again.
"The seventh floor, the Department of Magical Games and Sports, includes the British and Irish Quidditch League Headquarters, the official Gobstone Club and the Office of the Patent Office for Funny Products."
The elevator door opened, and Rita caught a glimpse of a messy corridor, with posters of various Quidditch teams staggered on the walls. In the elevator, a wizard holding a broomstick struggled to
He squeezed out and disappeared down the corridor.
The door was closed, the elevator was closed, and the elevator swayed slightly as it continued to rise. The woman's voice announced:
"The sixth floor, the Department of Magical Transportation, includes the Floo Network Administration, the Broomstick Management and Control Bureau, the Portkey Office and the Apparition Testing Center."
The elevator door was opened again, and four or five wizards walked out.
At the same time, several paper airplanes whizzed into the elevator. Rita looked up and watched them flying slowly around his head. Their color was a light purple. Rita also saw the covers on the wings.
Stamped "Ministry of Magic".
"That's a note used to pass messages between departments. Yes, you should have seen an upgraded version of it."
Tonks introduced in a low voice, her eyes lingering on the paper airplanes. The paper elves of Tianming Group were much more delicate than this one.
"I used to use an owl, but the mess was incredible... there was feces everywhere on the desk..."
The elevator rattled upward again, and the notes were flying around the lamp hanging from the ceiling of the elevator.
"The fifth floor, the Department of International Magical Cooperation, includes the International Magical Trade Standards Association, the International Magical Law Office and the British Branch of the International Federation of Wizards."
The door opened, and two notes flew out with a few wizards, but a few more notes flew in, flying around the lamp above their heads, making the light flicker.
.
"The fourth floor, the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, includes the Office of Beasts, Aliens and Ghosts, the Goblin Liaison Office and the Pest Advisory Office."
"I'm sorry, please give way." The witch who had spoken to Tonks before said.
She walked out of the elevator, and a small group of notes flew out after her. The elevator door slammed shut again.
"The third level, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, includes the team for reversing accidental magical events, the memory cancellation command and the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee."
At this level, almost everyone went out, and this time only Tonks and Rita were left in the elevator.
The elevator swayed slightly as it went up again, and the remaining notes continued to circle around the lights. Then the door opened and the voice announced:
"The second level is the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, the Auror Command and the Wizengamot Administration."
"We're here, Rita," Tonks said cheerfully.
The two of them walked out of the elevator and came to a corridor with doors on both sides.
After turning a corner and passing through two heavy oak doors, they entered a messy and noisy open area divided into many small compartments. Inside, there was lively chatting and laughter. Notes conveying news flew in and out of the small compartments.
Like miniature rockets.
A sign hung crookedly on the nearest cubicle: AUROR COMMAND.
This is the violent institution of the Ministry of Magic, a mysterious restricted area second only to the Department of Mysteries in the eyes of journalists.
Since Rita joined the Daily Prophet, she has never dug out any news from the Aurors. This is almost the biggest obsession in her reporter career. As of this year, the Ministry of Magic has told her 451 times that they
Will not comment on the top secret work of Aurors.
Even the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet reminded her time and time again not to provoke the law enforcers of the magical world.
However, everything changed after she was captured during an unannounced visit to the Quibbler's headquarters a few months ago.
If nothing else goes wrong, the first strike of the "organization" will be on the original Auror headquarters.
"Hey, Tonks, you came on time today -"
At the entrance of the Auror headquarters, a tall, bald, dark-skinned wizard was leaning.
Kingsley Shacklebolt smiled and waved, turning his eyes to Rita Skeeter who was following Tonks.
"You are Miss Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet, right? Let me take over from here. Mr. Scrimgeour and Mr. Fudge will arrive soon. I will take you to the small office to rest...
...Tonks, if you can be so punctual every day...forget it..."
Kingsley glanced at Tonks who was yawning and sighed helplessly.
Before he could finish what he said, the youngest Auror star had already consciously slipped towards her work station.
Aurors are mostly unruly, but most newcomers will be cautious at first, trying to perform better.
Except... Miss Nymphadora Tonks, she completed the psychological transformation of an elite Auror in less than half a year of work.
The speed at which she became a veteran in the Auror Command directly broke the records of previous Aurors. Of course, this was also matched by her outstanding performance in various field tasks - as a new recruit at Hogwarts
As a graduate, when she travels in a team with other Aurors, her tactical literacy and magical synergy ability are not like those of a fresh graduate, but more like a veteran Auror who has been working for one or two years.
"Okay, Miss Skeeter, this way-"
Kingsley shook his head helplessly and ignored the guy who started to conjure pillows.
"For the sake of a pleasant conversation between us, please do not take photos inside the headquarters, or secretly excerpt documents..."
As she followed Kingsley through the corridor to the small office, Rita quietly looked around.
Rita Skeeter had never seen the inside of Auror Command.
In fact, most people in the magical society, and even many employees of the Ministry of Magic, rarely have the opportunity to come to this level.
In the imagination of many people, this place should have a murderous, tense, or unsmiling serious atmosphere - of course, this impression largely comes from the sporadic news about Rufus Scrimgeour in the magical society.
Report.
And of course there are the actions of some elite Aurors.
In particular, the recent purge of black wizard gang members and surprise tax inspections have further deepened this stereotype.
However, from now on, it seems that people like Tonks are the mainstream in the Auror Command of the Ministry of Magic?
The place is divided into many small cubicles, and each Auror has a place to work.
Aurors covered the walls of their cubicles with everything from portraits of wanted wizards to photos of their families to posters of their favorite Quidditch teams and copies of the Daily Prophet
The articles cut out from it are really diverse and all-encompassing.
A man in purple robes, with a very eye-catching ponytail on the back of his head, put his boots high on the table and was dictating a report with his quill.
A little further forward, a witch with a blindfold on one eye was harassing Tonks who was trying to sleep through the cubicle.
In the deeper area, the joyful and diffuse scope seemed to dim a lot with the light.
Rita Skeeter noticed that although the Aurors over there were also relaxed, there seemed to be a familiar and uncomfortable atmosphere surrounding them.
Another difference from the Aurors in the "front half" is that in addition to wizard wanted posters, most of the Auror cubicles located in the "back half" also have some vicious-looking magical animals posted on them, or...