Capítulo 374: v2 Chapter 373： Ministry of Magic
At half past five in the morning, Ai Wen suddenly awake completely, as if someone yelled in his ear.
He lay there motionless, slowly, remembering what he was going to do.
He will go to the Ministry of Magic with Dumbledore and Sirius to see the Minister of Magic, Connelly Fudge, and get permission to enter the Wizarding Prison Azkaban.
Ai Wen got up from the bed, the sun had not risen, and the ward was dim.
Other than him, others are still asleep.
undefinedHarry curled up tightly in the bed, and Ron leaned back on his bed with his legs stretched out, his mouth wide open and his sleep so scented.
Ai Wen turned and looked at Hermione, only to find that the girl had already woken up.
She was looking at herself with a sly look, and there were tears in her eyes that were difficult to hide.
"A safe journey, Avon!" Hermione whispered, and leaned over and hugged Ai Wen tightly.
She didn't cry, her face was extraordinarily strong.
"I know!" Ai Wen replied softly. "You take care and take care of yourself during the holidays."
Hermione nodded slowly, and the beautiful maroon eyes were shining.
With Hermione's temperature and sweet scent, Ai Wen passed through the room and finally waved her hand.
He came to the foyer outside the ward and gently closed the door with his backhand.
Immediately, Ai Wen sighed with relief and tried not to think that he might not be able to crack the curse, and he would never see Hermione again.
He walked out of the school hospital and prepared to go to the Dumbledore office as agreed.
The narrow and dark corridors are also quiet, the murals on the walls are all sleeping, with loud snoring, and a red fire dragon with an apparently unproportionate proportion of the body squats on the ground, and some Mars emerges from time to time.
Ai Wen thought that not long ago, he had actually killed a fire dragon in the Malay tribe, but that is what happened in the illusion.
It sounds a bit unreal, not to mention that it was eight hundred years ago.
Passing through a spiral of non-stop stairs, he saw Filch's cat, Lady Loris, staring at herself in the corner with the big yellow eyes of a brass bell.
Ai Wen waved his hand, and Mrs. Loris snorted and screamed.
He suddenly remembered that he did not know the password of the two statues passing through the door of the Dumbledore office. He was not sure what to use to name the candy.
When he walked to the corridor, he heard a voice coming from the statue.
Dumbledore and Sirius had already been there waiting for themselves, and they were both servant, as if they had just returned from outside the castle.
Seeing him go, both of them had a smile on their faces.
"Good morning, Avon!" said Dumbledore with a smile. "We just came back from the Malay tribe. You should have no breakfast like us. I told the family to raise some things, and time is still there. I I think we can finish eating and then set off."
They entered Dumbledore's office, which was as wonderful as Ivan had seen before. The table was full of grotesque objects, and Phoenix Fox stood there motionless and his eyes closed.
The portraits of the principals on the wall are all sleeping, but these old foxes are all pretending.
From time to time, they opened their eyes and secretly looked at Evan and Sirius.
Dumbledore used his wand to order a fireplace, and the warm flame rose to dispel the cold in the room. He knocked on the round table next to the fire, sandwiches, eggs, dessert, milk and coffee. Wait for food to appear in turn.
"I wrote a letter to your parents explaining this and asked them to allow me to take care of you for the upcoming summer vacation." Dumbledore pulled a lavender envelope out of his arms and handed it to him. Ai Wen, calmly said, "You can send this letter to them with your own letter."
Ivan took the letter and printed the Hogwarts school badge in the upper left corner.
The middle position is written with the name and address of his parents, which is a unique round font of Dumbledore.
"Well, you can think about what you want to say to them. Even if everything goes well, we will probably have to come back in a month or so. But now, you should have breakfast first, try this sandwich, need some more honey? "Dumbledore pointed at the plate in front of Avon. "I like the sweet taste."
"Thank you!" Avon just picked up the sandwich and a new one appeared inside the plate.
The craftsmanship of the house elves is very good, and Aiwen feels that the sandwich is very delicious.
"I slept well last night?" Sirius asked, and he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"It's good!" Ai Wen replied, but his heart was a little bit uneasi.
He tried not to think about the curse on his arm, but his head was empty, and the terrible evil spirit and Voldemort always followed.
He shook his head and forced himself to think about other things. For example, Hermione, her cute expression when she laughed, but the picture is always fixed when the girl just said goodbye to herself, that is tough to bear not crying.
Dumbledore and Sirius were still there to discuss the things inside the Ma Tribe, and Ai Wen was absent-minded.
He was glad that they didn't ask to join the conversation. He struggled to eat the delicious sandwiches in his hands, but his mind was completely out of it.
"The time is almost the same, I think we should set off!" Dumbledore stood up after about half an hour. "I probably need to talk to Fudge for a long time. You can finish the letter to your parents there."
His voice just fell, and did not see any movements. The red flame in the fireplace in front of Ai Wen suddenly turned green, and the flame burned.
"Under normal circumstances, Hogwarts' fireplace is not in the fly network, but you can apply for a temporary link if necessary." Dumbledore blinked at Ai Wen. "You should have used the fly network. Right?! Just walk in and yell at the destination magic department we are going to."
Ai Wen nodded, and under the watchful eyes of Dumbledore and Sirius, walked into the fireplace burning green flames and shouted, "The Ministry!"
His body was quickly sucked into the flames, everything in front of him was spinning, and after a spin, he drilled out from the other end of the fireplace.
At this point, he was standing in a long, magnificent hall.
On the ground is a dark wooden floor polished with brilliance. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.
The walls are surrounded by dark, dark wood panels, and around him, many gold-plated fireplaces are embedded in the planks, neatly lined up in a row.
"Go ahead, don't block at the door!"
A man's voice rang behind Ai Wen, and he hurried forward.
Behind him, every few seconds, with a bang, a wizard suddenly popped out of a fireplace on the left.
On the right side, several people in front of each fireplace are waiting in line to leave. (To be continued.)
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