Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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"The trial and questioning concerning the two of you will be on my floor, in the office of Amelia Bones. She is the head of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division, and it will be up to her to ask you questions. said Mr Weasley, finishing his share of coffee.

"Amelia Bones is fine," said Tonks, sincerely. "Don't worry, Harry, she's fair and will hear you through."

"We've seen her before, remember?" Ivan said, "On the Christmas day shortly after Peter Pettigrew was caught, they came to investigate in the school ward and wanted to award us the Order of Merlin .”

Harry nodded, thinking of the tall, kind-faced witch standing beside Fudge.

Besides Fudge, Crouch, and Burns, there was another woman.

He couldn't remember the other person's appearance clearly, he only remembered that she was wearing a pink dress and looked like a big pale toad.

"There are a lot of people paying attention to this matter now. Fudge will not do anything to you two. He has no way to explain why there are dementors running to Muggles." Lupine said gently, "He may be in other places." You must pay attention to your fuss. Especially you, Harry, don't lose your temper, be polite, and seek truth from facts."

Harry nodded again, not knowing what to say, his mind was in a mess.

"The law will support you." Lupine said softly, "Even minor wizards should be allowed to use magic when their lives are threatened. As long as the facts are true, Fudge has no right to restrict the freedom of speech of the media."

At this moment, Hermione and Ginny hurried down.

Hermione's hair was wet and smoother than ever.

She had obviously been well groomed, which made her look different than usual.

How to say, as long as Hermione unloaded the more than 20 thick books that she always carried on her body, and tidied her hair, she became very beautiful and amazing.

Looking up at the two of them, Harry thought for a moment that someone was casting a Disillusionment Charm on the chilly stuff running down the back of his neck, before realizing that it was Mrs. Weasley using a Putting the wet comb to his hair, was pressing hard on the top of his head.

"Is it possible for it to fall down?" she said desperately.

"I don't think so!" Harry shook his head, his hair always messed up like Hermione's.

After everyone had finished their breakfast and there were still 10 minutes to six o'clock, the group was ready to leave.

"How do we get there?" asked Ron, "via the Floo network?"

"Ron, how many times will it take you to remember that this house is not connected to the Floo network."

For the sake of secrecy, 12 Grimmauld Place has been cast with a lot of magic, and the level of security is similar to that of Hogwarts.

"I usually Apparate into the Ministry," said Mr. Weasley, "but considering the reasons for Harry's trial, we'd better go there today by non-magical means to make a better impression on others."

Among the crowd, only Hermione had never been to the Ministry of Magic, and Ivan walked behind with her, telling about the Ministry of Magic.

Fred and George were discussing plans to "visit" Percy's office for a while, and Harry, Ron, Ginny and Mr. Weasley were talking about Muggle transport, because they were going to take the Tube later.

Harry tried to tell them what he knew, but he didn't know much.

The Dursleys had never taken him on the subway, but at least he knew how to buy a ticket from a ticket machine.

They walked along the run-down streets, which were almost deserted.

But when they entered the shabby, nondescript subway station, they found it was packed with morning commuters.

Mr. Weasley could hardly contain the intense interest he felt every time he found himself in close proximity to Muggles going about their daily business.

"It's unbelievable," he whispered, pointing to the ticket vending machine. "Is that something that sells tickets automatically? That's amazing. What do they call it, a machine?"

"No, it's broken." Harry pointed to the sign.

"Yes, what a pity," said Mr. Weasley, still smiling fondly at the ticket machines.

Judging by his appearance, it seems that he is planning to get one of these things back to study.

Mr. Weasley has a great preference for Muggle items, and his research angle is very strange.

He doesn't even know the types of plugs, but he can skillfully repair the car's engine.

Aiwen also wants to try whether using repair spells such as "restore to originality" will work on the machine. Can magic repair the machine made by science?

If so, that would be a whole new discovery.

Chapter 881 Terrible Muggles

With the rapid development of the Muggle world, the fusion of magic and science is gradually accelerating.

As early as decades ago, everyone in the wizarding world still dismissed Muggles.

In the eyes of many wizards, Muggles are synonymous with weakness, ignorance, and backwardness, similar to barbarians.

Most of their understanding of Muggles stayed in the Middle Ages, and they believed that Muggles still hunted and abused witches and burned wizards everywhere as in the past.

There have even been calls in the magic world to use the time converter to go back to the past to save witches and change history...

But by now, whether you like to admit it or not, there have been many Muggle-designed mechanical things that have entered the wizarding world.

For example, the printing press used by the "Hogwarts Wizarding News" was born from the improvement of Muggle design.

Another example is the introduction of the magic radio, which directly stimulated the development of the radio industry.

Correspondingly, various industries have also developed rapidly, and the Weird Sisters became popular because of the radio station.

There are also flying motorcycles. Before Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban, he just entered the magic world. It was a very common thing in the Muggle world, but it became a luxury in the magic world. It was once considered a broom replacement of.

Ivan didn't know how much Sirius spent on that motorcycle, but it was definitely not a small amount.

You know, he spent most of the assistance his uncle Alphard gave him on this.

Sirius once told Alvin and Harry that after he ran away from home, his uncle left him a considerable amount of gold.

Measured by the wealth base of the Black family, his so-called "substantial" is actually a lot of money.

Unfortunately, in the end, due to the new secrecy act and the revision of the Magic Traffic Management Act, things such as flying cars and flying motorcycles are not allowed to be produced and used. Those things flying around in the sky are easy to be spotted by Muggles.

The most immediate impact of this, the large-scale fusion of magic and science, came to an abrupt end and became popular only on a small scale.

This is the new policy promoted by Fudge in the early days of taking office, and it is also his biggest political move. It has been welcomed by many pure-blood wizards. It can be regarded as a disguised appeasement and compromise, which is conducive to the internal stability of the magic world and facilitates the post-war reconstruction. .

The core point of the pure-blood theory of magic advocated by the conservative pure-blood wizard family and Voldemort is the comprehensive abandonment of Muggle technology. They even called for the conquest of the Muggle world and the destruction of these so-called "technology".

If Voldemort completely ruled the wizarding world, it would be sooner or later to start a war with Muggles.

This is so stupid, Ivan agreed to strengthen management, but this one-size-fits-all approach is not worth advocating.

Whether you like to admit it or not, science and machines are developing very fast, and have surpassed magic in many ways.

The magic world should actively introduce technology to promote the development of magic civilization.

If he has the ability in the future, he will definitely suggest that the Ministry of Magic revise the law to promote the integration of magic and scientific products, such as the introduction of computers, televisions, and the use of mechanical engines on broomsticks, etc.

A few of them stared at the broken automatic ticket vending machine for a long time, and finally bought a subway ticket from a sleepy administrator. This transaction was mainly completed by Ivan, Harry, and Hermione, because None of the Weasleys had a clue about Muggle currency, or the purchasing power of that money.

Five minutes later, they boarded the Tube, which rattled them toward central London.

Mr. Weasley was nervously checking the subway map on the window over and over again. Ron and Ginny looked as nervous as he was, while Fred and George looked at the Muggles who didn't want to wake up.

These people are ordinary office workers, and everyone has never seen so many Muggles.

"There are still four stops, Harry, and now there are still three stops. Well, there are still two stops, should we get ready to get off?" Mr. Weasley said excitedly.

Finally, they got off at a stop in central London.

There was a flood of people, and they were pushed out of the subway by countless well-dressed men and women carrying briefcases.

At this point, the Weasley family was extremely excited and kept looking around.

When it comes to using escalators, there is even more buzz.Looking at their expressions, people around them must have thought that these people came from the countryside and had never seen a subway or escalator in their life, otherwise they would not have made such a fuss.

Ivan had to remind Fred and George to be careful not to drop the contents of the pocket...

They went up the escalator, passed the ticket gates, and there was another chatter at the turnstile, where Mr. Weasley seemed delighted to see how deftly the turnstile swallowed his ticket, trying to figure out why.

It took them 10 minutes to come to a broad street.

There are majestic and magnificent buildings on both sides, the street is already full of traffic, and both sides of the street are full of people.

Not far away is a huge square, with huge electronic signboards hanging on the outer walls of towering buildings, with various advertisements playing on them.

Ron opened his mouth wide and looked around in shock.

He had been to King's Cross Station before, but he had never been to the center of London, and he never imagined that he would see such a shocking picture.

He raised his head to look at the tall building, and suddenly felt a little dizzy, and hurriedly grabbed Harry to prevent himself from falling.

In his heart, it was the first time that the birth of a Muggle turned out to be such a terrifying feeling...

"Fascinating, isn't it?" said Mr. Weasley, looking around blankly, "but what is this place?"

This remark startled everyone, thinking that despite Mr. Weasley's frequent checking of the Tube map, they had gotten off at the wrong station.

It would be too bad if that were the case, with seven wizards stranded in central London...

Ai Wen was a little familiar with that square, and his father's company headquarters seemed to be nearby.

But he hasn't been here for a long time, and he can't tell the difference between south, east and north.

The last time he was in the Ministry of Magic, he passed by the fireplace in Dumbledore's office...

"Ah, I remember, this way, boys!" said Mr. Weasley, leading them around and into a side road.

"I'm sorry!" he said, "I've never been here on the Tube, and to a Muggle eye, it's a completely different place. It's quite a shock here, to be honest, I've never used the guest portal once before. .”

They walked forward, and after about 15 minutes, the buildings on both sides of the street gradually became less majestic and magnificent than before.

At last they came to a forlorn side street.

Just a few seedy-looking offices, a bistro, and a dump truck that's overflowing.

"Here we are!" said Mr. Weasley cheerfully.

"Is it here?" Harry thought the Ministry of Magic was in a much more prestigious place, like the square just now.

Chapter 882 Guest Entrance

"Yes, I remember this place!" Mr. Weasley said happily, pointing to the old red telephone box.

That phone booth seems to be a product of decades ago, abandoned here.

Several panes of glass were missing from above, and behind it was a badly painted wall.

"This is much worse than the Ministry of Magic I imagined..."

"It's not easy to find such a large space in central London. Besides, this is just an entrance." Mr. Weasley said happily, and he opened the door of the phone booth. "Okay, children, you go in first!"

Ivan, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George all squeezed in. There was no room at all inside. Everyone was pressed tightly together, and the dilapidated phone booth creaked and creaked. There is a possibility of collapse at any time.

"You stepped on me, Fred!" Ron yelled.

"It's not me, it's George!" Fred responded.

"No, I can't move, any of you can step back!" George continued.

As Mr. Weasley followed in, closing the door with difficulty, they were squeezed into the small space like cans.

Ivan was squeezed against the phone equipment, Hermione was in front of him, and Harry was behind him.

She leaned against the wall with her back, and her front body was tightly attached to Ivan's body, her movements were extremely ambiguous.

As long as someone pushes Ivan from behind, he will bump Hermione forward.

Seeing Hermione's appearance, he hurriedly raised his waist, and was soon hit by someone again...

In the end, Ivan simply hugged her in his arms so that the impact force would be smaller.

As for the phone, it hung crookedly from the wall, as if some vandal had tried to tear it off.

If a Muggle passed by, they would be surprised to see this scene and think they were crazy.

"Give me the microphone, please!" said Mr. Weasley.

"Mr. Weasley, I think this phone may also be broken." Harry said, taking the receiver from Ivan.

"No, no, I'm sure it's not broken." Mr. Weasley said, raising the microphone above his head, his eyes fixed on the dial, and his other hand stretched out with effort, "Oh, no, I can't reach it, Aiwen, please dial the number 62442 for me."

Hermione tried to give him some space back, and Ivan raised his head and dialed the number.

When the dial was quickly turned back to its original position, a woman's indifferent voice came into the phone booth. The voice did not come from the microphone that Mr. Weasley was holding. It was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman Stand by them and speak to them.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

"Um..." said Mr. Weasley, apparently unsure whether he should speak into the microphone, and finally relenting, holding the mouthpiece to his ear, and shouting, "Arthur Weasley , the Misuse of Muggle Substances Division, accompanied Alvin Mason and Harry Potter, who were asked by the Ministry to come for questioning and trial. Besides that, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, they were accompanied to their trial."

"Thank you!" said the woman's indifferent voice, "Guests, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."

Ding Lingling, clattering, seven badges slipped out of the metal chute that was supposed to eject coins.