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He put Ivan's wand into the detection machine, a look of anticipation flashed across his face.
After a slight vibration, a narrow strip of parchment was quickly spit out from the bottom of the machine.
Eric took it out and took a look, and was stunned for a while, it was still an unknown substance, how could this be possible? !
He can now be sure that there is absolutely no problem with the detection machine, and the problem lies in Ivan's wand.
The core of this wand is a substance that has not been recorded by the machine, and it may be a brand new magic material.
With the development of magic civilization today, this kind of thing is simply unimaginable, and it is impossible to happen in theory.
The other party's expression made Ivan realize that the core of his wand must still be that damned unknown substance.
He once asked Ollivander face to face, and the old wizard still said the same thing. This wand was left by his ancestors, and the core inside was the tail feathers of thestrals. There is no other information to share. Not sure either.
Aiwen really wanted to show this test result to Ollivander. Could it be that the tail feathers of thestrals are unknown substances? !
Or, this detection machine cannot detect the tail feathers of thestrals...
"By the way, does every visitor to the Ministry of Magic have to test their wands here?" Ivan's heart moved.
"Of course, no matter who it is, his wand information must be recorded with me." Eric came back to his senses.
"What about Dumbledore?" Ivan asked, "Have you checked his wand?"
If it were the Thestral tail feathers, his wand would have the same core as Dumbledore's Elder Wand, so it should be in the same situation.
"Boy, are you crazy? Who dares to test Dumbledore's wand..." Eric handed the wand to Ivan.
He looked at Ivan carefully, as if he wanted to take a good look at the little wizard.
Immediately afterwards, he noticed the silver guest badge on Aiwen's chest, "Well, Aiwen Mason, are you that little wizard?"
Currently in the wizarding world, Ivan's name is almost as famous as Harry's.
In a way, even more famous.
"Is there a question, Eric?" said Mr. Weasley decisively.
"No, but..."
"Thank you then, we're in a hurry, you know," said Mr. Weasley. "Hurry up, boys!"
He led them straight away from the table, back in the stream of wizards heading for the golden gate.
"Ivan, Harry, the current identities of the two of you are too sensitive, especially you, Harry, we must pay attention not to be noticed. Although this is nothing, it will never go wrong if you are careful." Mr. Weasley said cautiously, leading them to the golden elevator.
Instead of riding with other wizards, they occupied an elevator alone.
The elevator stopped on every floor, and no one came up, but there were still many paper airplanes whizzing into the elevator.
A few people looked around curiously, feeling strange about everything they saw.
Eventually, they came to the second floor, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
This layer includes the Department for the Improper Misuse of Magic, Auror Command and the Wizengamot Governing Body.
"Here we are, go this way." Mr. Weasley said, leading them out of the elevator and into a corridor with doors on both sides, "My office is on the other side of this floor, Ivan, Fred and George have been here before!"
They turned a corner, passed through two heavy oak doors, and entered a chaotic, noisy open area divided into many cubicles, full of conversation and laughter, and messages flying in and out of the cubicles. , like miniature rockets.
Chapter 885 Auror Command
A sign hung crookedly on the nearest cubicle: AUROR COMMAND.
Aiwen didn't have a chance to take a good look at it the last time he came, and the door of this compartment was closed at that time.
They met Mad-Eye Moody at the door again, and they just chatted briefly.
Just leaving a gap now, he followed Harry and Ron to peek through the door.
Aurors plastered the walls of their cubicles with everything from portraits of wanted wizards, to pictures of their families, to posters of their favorite Quidditch teams, and the Daily Prophet Articles cut from above.
It is multifarious and all-encompassing.
A man in a purple robe with a ponytail longer than Bill's at the back of his head.
With his boots up on the table, he was dictating a report into his quill.
A little further on, a witch with one eye patched was talking to Kingsley through the partition of the cubicle.
"Is this the Auror Command?" Harry asked softly, looking as far as he could, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Yeah, after the trial between you and Ivan is over, I can show you a few around the Ministry of Magic, but you can't go in and disturb other people's work." Mr. Weasley said, "But the Auror Command can't, The information inside is confidential..."
"Good morning, Weasley!" Seemingly hearing a few of them talking at the door, Kingsley came over and said carelessly, "I've been wanting to say something to you, can you give me a second?"
"Fine, if it's really a second," said Mr. Weasley. "You see, I'm busy right now."
They talked as if they were not very familiar with each other. Harry opened his mouth to say hello to Kingsley, but Mr. Weasley stepped on his foot, and Ivan also hurriedly stopped Ron to prevent others from knowing that they were with Kingsley. Kingsley knew it well.
A group of people followed Kingsley into the Auror headquarters, passed through a row of cubicles, and entered a large room at the end.
Harry, Ron and the others looked around excitedly. It was a rare thing to visit the Auror Command.
Ivan saw that the front fender was densely covered with newspaper clippings and old photos, most of which were photos of Keresis. Fudge and the Ministry of Magic seemed to push everything on the vampires, including their Strongly contending for the disappearance of hegemony.
After all, it was vampires who launched the attack at the Quidditch World Cup, and Cedric turned out to be one too.
He was unwilling to admit the fact that Voldemort had returned, and Keresis and his people became the best scapegoats.
Among them, Aiwen also saw a photo of Elaine, but it was many years ago. The pale little girl in the yellowed photo looked about eight or nine years old, with a cute little face full of flesh. Wearing a dark Muggle primary school uniform.
If she hadn't accidentally exposed two pointed canine teeth, it would be hard to imagine that this little girl would be a vampire.
The label below, she is a core member of the "Slytherin" vampire family, extremely dangerous.
I don't know where the Ministry of Magic found this photo, and the Aurors are not useless.
Ivan heard from Elaine that she did not enter a magic school, but studied in an ordinary Muggle school.
Compared with wizards, vampires seem to be more closely integrated with Muggles, perfectly integrated into the world of ordinary people.
The only place on the bezel not covered by old photographs and newspaper clippings was a map of the world, with little red pins shining like jewels, mainly the United States and northern Europe.
These two places are also the areas where vampires are strongest, especially the United States.
Different from Europe, there are much stronger dark forces like vampires, werewolves, and dark wizards.
This is mainly related to history. The concept of American wizards is also more tolerant, and the atmosphere is more open. There are not so many so-called pure-blood wizard families that have been passed down for thousands of years. The composition of the Magic Congress of the United States is also very complicated.
"Weasley, I need to find out as much as possible about the sightings of Muggle vehicles flying in the sky in the last twelve months. We have received information that those vampires seem to be planning to illegally modify Muggle vehicles to escape. Go abroad..." Kingsley said bluntly to Mr. Weasley, and at the same time winked at Ivan and the others, signaling them to visit casually.
Ivan looked around the room casually, and there were various small notes posted on the surrounding walls.
All sorts of information are recorded on it, from trivial things in Britain to things in other countries of the world.
Recently, the Ministry of Magic seems to be planning to send someone to the United States to search for Cedric's family, and then carefully ask him for information related to vampires.
In addition, there was the shock of Gringotts in Egypt, and the disturbance of the tribe of giants in Italy.
As the most powerful country in Europe, the British Ministry of Magic has its own intelligence network all over the world.
It even included the news of a major earthquake in the Osaka area of Japan at the beginning of the year, because the magical reaction was also recorded.
"This is the intelligence room, you guys, be more casual, don't be so rigid." Kingsley said in a low voice, and then returned to his normal voice, "Don't delay too long, Weasley, the report on the shiny legs It was late, and our investigation was delayed for a month, which is a very important thing."
"If you have read my report, you will know that the word is flash arm, not flash leg." Mr. Weasley said coldly, "I'm afraid you will have to wait for the information you want, we are currently busy Gotta die."
He said again in a low voice, "You try to leave before seven o'clock. Mollie is making meatballs."
A few minutes later, he motioned to Ivan and the others, and led them out of the Auror headquarters.
They returned to the corridor, passed through the second oak door, entered another corridor, turned left into another corridor, and turned right into a dimly lit and dilapidated corridor.
Finally, you come to the end of the corridor and can't go any further.
A door to the left was slightly ajar, revealing a broom closet, and the door to the right had a faded brass sign: Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division.
Mr. Weasley's office was dark and shabby, seemingly smaller than a broom closet.
It couldn't compare to Auror Command, nor could it compare to the spacious offices of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement we just passed by.
They are the largest department of the Ministry of Magic, and the place is much larger.
Not to mention the office of the Wizengamot Management Agency on the same floor, it is the most luxurious place in the entire Ministry of Magic after the Minister's Office.
"Dad's here is the smallest office in the Ministry of Magic," said Fred. "The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division is not taken seriously at all."
"Yeah, generally only people who are about to retire will be assigned here." George also whispered, "It's no secret that Fudge doesn't like Dad, and he even asked to stay here..."
Chapter 886 On Trial
Mr. Weasley is an outlier among the wizards of the Ministry of Magic because he likes Muggles and Muggle items so much.
In the eyes of other wizards, this is a manifestation of not doing business properly.
Mrs. Weasley often said that because of his obsession with the Muggle world, it was difficult for him to advance under Fudge's rule, but he had to admit that Mr. Weasley was a good man, and at the same time, the Misuse of Muggle Substances Department was a A chore.
They have too many things to deal with, and they are too cumbersome, but the number of people is far from enough.
In fact, Mr. Weasley still has relatively large rights to a certain extent, because he is responsible for all Muggle-related magic items in the wizarding world. Everything is included.
Theoretically, Mr. Weasley has the right to search and dispose of any wizard who he thinks is abusing Muggle items.
Who doesn't have some contraband, especially a pure-blood wizard family like Malfoy, almost every check is accurate.
Therefore, most wizards in the Ministry of Magic still respect Mr. Weasley, and even Fudge's attitude before was very friendly.
Of course, the current situation took a turn for the worse. Fudge thought that Dumbledore's friends were his enemies, but he couldn't find a suitable position for Mr. Weasley, so he had to let him stay in this position.
"Daddy loves the job!" sighed Ginny. "He's crazy about Muggle stuff."
"Yeah, Mum has tried to persuade him many times, but he's never going to give up, and Percy thinks it's terrible..." Ron followed up with his opinion.
He obviously thought it was bad too, and glanced dissatisfiedly across the shabby office.
In front of them, two desks were crammed together, surrounded by a row of overflowing filing cabinets along the wall, with precarious piles of papers on the tops, so there was hardly room for anyone to let their hands go. Activity.
Judging from the little space available on the wall, it is clear that Mr. Weasley has a soft spot: several car advertisements, one of which shows a disassembled engine, and two illustrations of letter boxes. , which he apparently cut out of a Muggle children's book, and a diagram of how to install the socket.
Mr. Weasley's in-basket was full, and at the top was an elderly toast, belching sullenly.
In addition, there are two empty leather gloves, which are fiddling with two thumbs.
Next to the in-basket was a family photo of the Weasleys, from which Percy seemed to have stepped.
"Well, boys, it's a bit crowded with such a large crowd of people." Mr. Weasley said apologetically, "We'll just have to bear with it for a while, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is right next to them, and they're going to have a trial there later." .”
"Dad, where's Percy's office?" Fred asked, standing against the wall.
"Oh, he's on the first floor, outside the minister's office..." Mr. Weasley's expression was visibly unnatural.
Ivan heard that Percy barely greeted Mr. Weasley when he saw Mr. Weasley in the Ministry of Magic, as if he didn't know him.
He had distanced himself completely from the Weasleys in order to make a point, and he had done so thoroughly.
From this point of view, Percy is ambitious and possesses all the qualities of an excellent politician and official.
This is probably the result of the elite education that Mrs. Weasley has always wanted the children to develop.
Only Percy carried out her will to the end. Although the others were excellent, they were all too individual to work in the Ministry of Magic.
But who would have thought that he would be so decisive in such a matter...
"I'll prepare some tea for you. Don't run around until Ivan and Harry are done. Also, don't disturb Percy's work..." Mr. Weasley paused, obviously changing the subject , "I'm a little stuffy here, because there are no windows, we asked, but they seem to think we don't need it. Come on, sit down, don't stand."
He took out his wand and conjured up a few worn-out chairs around the desk. Ivan barely squeezed in, and several people looked at each other and smiled wryly.
Especially Ron and Ginny couldn't hide their disappointment, which was very different from their initial expectations.
"I have a few copies of "The Quibbler" here, very interesting magazines, if you have nothing to do, you can look through them." Mr. Weasley was preparing tea for them, "I think the joke about the broom on it... oh, What's the matter?"
A note whizzed through the open door and landed slowly on the hiccupping toast's head.
Mr. Weasley opened the note and read it aloud, "A fourth incident of non-stop spitting out of bins has been reported in Wimbledon, please hurry and investigate. This is hell, worse than the previous toilet sewage Surge events are even worse."
Ivan was in Mr. Weasley's office at the time, and the situation was similar. This is probably the normal work of Mr. Weasley.
The so-called toilet sewage backflush incident is a series of pranks against magic.
Think about the feeling of the Muggles flushing the toilet, and instead of disappearing, the dirty stuff comes out and is sprayed on their faces.
"Anti-Muggle pranksters, they're such a pain in the ass," said Mr. Weasley.