The world was spinning for a while, and when Joel reacted, he and Dumbledore had landed on the shiny dark wooden floor.
The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board. The walls on all sides are inlaid with glossy dark wood boards, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the ceiling.
Inside the wooden boards, the decoration style is gorgeous and solemn.
Every few seconds, with a soft popping sound, a wizard suddenly appeared from a fireplace on the left, and on the right, there were several people queuing in front of each fireplace waiting to leave.
They were walking in a hurry, carrying a copy of the Daily Prophet in their hands. Many of them were wearing civilian clothes - most of them were black or white robes, and a small number of them were wearing beige standard robes with an "M" representing the Ministry of Magic on their chests.
logo.
"Those are the people from the Department of Law Enforcement," Dumbledore led Joel as he followed the flow of people. "The strikers who hunt down general criminals and the Aurors who hunt down dark wizards will wear this outfit. They have a higher level than ordinary employees.
Get some."
"Wouldn't these clothes be very conspicuous?" Joel followed Dumbledore and watched the striker and Auror in beige clothes enter the fireplace with their heads held high, as if they were going to perform a mission. "If you operate at night,
Aren’t these clothes a living target?”
According to common sense, it is more reasonable for characters who need to perform disguised stealth missions to be decorated in black or camouflage colors to facilitate movement. The beige robes of strikers and Aurors are not only easy to get dirty, but also easily exposed. Joel wants to
I don't understand what the designer's brain is.
Dumbledore didn't know how to answer Joel's question, "Maybe... they have their own considerations?"
They walked through the long corridor and entered the foyer. Joel first saw the banner hanging in the air, with the current Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge painted on it. The length of the banner was no less than the one in the auditorium when the Academy Cup was awarded.
Under the banner, many wizards were just immersed in reading newspapers.
"Wow..." Joel couldn't help but sigh.
"Cornelly always likes to play this trick..." There was no praise or criticism from Dumbledore's mouth.
Not long after entering the foyer, a fountain lay across the center of the hall, and a group of pure gold statues stood in a circular pool. Joel visually judged that the statue was taller than Yao Ming.
Standing at position C was a noble wizard. He raised his wand and pointed it straight at the sky. Joel almost mistakenly thought he was trying to summon the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder and used his wand to guide it.
Surrounding the wizard were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house elf. The centaurs, goblins and house elves all looked up at the wizard and wizard with admiring eyes, and shining water columns came from behind.
Jets shot out from the tip of the wizard's wand, the centaur's bow, the tip of the goblin's hat, and the two ears of the house elf.
"This is the Magic Brothers Fountain," Dumbledore introduced to him patiently. "You can throw some coins into the pool, and the proceeds will be donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries."
"Is this done by a wizard?" Joel glanced at the statue in the fountain again, "To be precise, it should be an arrogant wizard. I have never heard of centaurs and goblins expressing their worship to wizards."
"Joel, you sometimes have to understand the demands of various interest groups," Dumbledore led him to a row of golden doors. "Each group has a different stance, and their behaviors and works are completely different."
, these are all very simple truths.”
"Including the fact that we are here to take over your parents' inheritance today, the same principle applies."
They did not pass through the golden door, but came to a wooden table, where a middle-aged wizard sat.
"Good morning Albus," the wizard said sleepily, "You have a child?"
"That's right, come see Cornelius." Dumbledore motioned to Joel to hand over the wand.
Joel handed over his wand without much hesitation. It was a grapevine wand. He was already prepared as he was familiar with the plot of the original work.
The wizard threw it onto a scale made of brass. The weight of the wand pressed the scale to the other side, and the scale tray slightly higher slowly spit out a note like a printer.
"Eleven inches, grapevine wood with dragon heartstrings, two years of use, right?" the wizard yawned.
"That's right."
After hearing this, the wizard returned the wand on the scale to Joel.
Dumbledore led Joel through the gate and into a smaller hall, where there were dozens of elevators and were surrounded by golden fences.
It was the rush hour for work, so the two of them waited for a long time before getting on an elevator with not many people around.
It is not unusual for Ministry of Magic staff to say hello to Dumbledore. Judging by his age, even Cornelius Fudge was Dumbledore's student.
Five minutes later, they finally arrived at the minister's office on the underground floor (the foyer is on the eighth underground floor).
The corridor here is empty, and there are only two offices in the huge space.
Joel was sharp-eyed and saw the "Logistics Office" sign hanging on the door of the office near the elevator as he passed by. Dumbledore led him all the way in, to the innermost office.
He knocked gently on the wooden door, received a response from the man inside, and then opened the door and walked in.
A gray-haired man was sitting on an office chair, looking through the documents in his hand. When he saw Dumbledore opening the door and walking in, a bright smile immediately appeared on his face. Joel had seen his portrait in the foyer - the current Ministry of Magic.
Minister Cornelius Fudge.
He stood up to greet Dumbledore. Minister Fudge was not tall, about half a head taller than Joel. When the two hugged, they almost bumped into Dumbledore's collarbone.
"Dear Albus..." Fudge said in an exaggerated tone, "What are you doing here today and do you need my help?"
"It's not me, Cornelius," Dumbledore said solemnly, "it's this child."
Fudge seemed to have just noticed Joel who had been following Dumbledore.
"This is..." Fudge was a little confused.
"Joel Taylor, sir." Joel answered.
"He is the child of Mr. and Mrs. Meadows," Dumbledore said. He looked at Fudge's thoughtful face. "He is the Meadows you think of, Cornelius."
"Albus, why did you bring him here?" Fudge said incoherently after being poked into the center of things.
"His parents disappeared eleven years ago, but the inheritance left behind has been seized by the Ministry of Magic until now." Dumbledore took out his wand and conjured a chair for himself and Joel. "He is now old enough to go to school.
At this age, it’s time to return the inheritance to him.”
Fudge pursed his lips, and his previous smile had completely disappeared. He now looked more like a politician, "With all due respect, Dumbledore, he can't get those inheritances now."