Chapter 874 Department of Magical Law Enforcement

The elevator quickly arrived at the second basement floor of the Ministry of Magic.

This level is the office floor of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, home to two powerful institutions: the Wizengamot Governing Body and Auror Command.

And a large number of offices of unknown power but equally high rank.

Examples include the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office (Director Arthur Weasley), the Misuse of Magic Office (Director Dolores Umbridge), and the Animagus Office (Anthony Weasley).

Of course, if you can go all the way down the aisle, you can also see a lot of signboarded but vacant offices.

For example, the 'Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Equipment' and the like.

Such a floor is obviously not accessible to ordinary people, or in other words, very few people would like to walk into this dark floor with a vaguely cold and bloody atmosphere.

Talking in this cold and empty corridor, there will even be a faint echo, which makes people feel hairy.

"Director Scrimgeour, I think it is necessary for me to reiterate that it is necessary for our Department of Magical Transportation to join the preparations for this 'Top 100 Competition' and occupy an important position."

In the distance, a conversation came from around the corner, and the speed of speech seemed particularly fast, "You know, this is not just a game, about globalization, about the "Secrecy Act", I think there are some things I don't know Said you should know too."

"I know that the Department of Magical Sports and the Department of International Magical Cooperation should indeed occupy a dominant position, but you should know that if our Department of Magical Transportation obtains something important in this game, the effect it can play in the future will give the Ministry of Magic pride. Luo's office brings greater benefits."

Boom~

There was a sound of footsteps coming to a halt, and Scrimgeour's frosty voice came, "No, old Director Ronaldo, it's my Auror office, not ours."

"Oh, Merlin's beard! Do you need to tell me this at this time?" Old Ronaldo complained.

Scrimgeour was silent for a while, "I will provide you with the necessary support, but I hope you know that everything is for the future of the Ministry of Magic, if you are only trying to fight for your own interests, you will not be able to provide any help in the future... "

"Old Ronaldo, you should know my methods."

"Of course, of course."

Scrimgeour was obviously a little impatient, "Damn it, stop pestering me, you have no idea what the Muggle forces are doing after the incident in New York. I must go to the Muggle mansion next door right now , to discuss something with that stupid Muggle Prime Minister."

"Damn it, sometimes I even wish I could have Anton's ability to shoot down all the satellites in the sky!"

"Oh, that's a really good idea." Old Ronaldo was full of ridicule.

Scrimgeour's limping footsteps sounded from around the corner, his eagle-eyed eyes saw these people at the elevator door, and his cold and indifferent eyes came from Fudge, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron People like Weasley and Hermione Granger walked past their faces.

In the end, he just nodded to Anton, walked straight into the elevator, and closed the elevator door without hesitation.

ding~

The elevator issued a warning sound, and went straight up quickly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Director Scrimgeour doesn't think much of you, Mr. Minister, and he doesn't even say hello." Old Ronaldo jokingly bumped Fudge's shoulder with his shoulder.

"It's rare, old classmate, that you can hold back your anger this time."

'Fudge' resisted the instinctive reaction of dodging, and struggled to show a friendly smile, "Well, I have to take these little guys to the Auror office's civilian office to register, and they hope to file a lawsuit against the Wizengamot , requesting the return of the documents in the Department of Mysteries."

——Perfect, I perfectly imitated Fudge's demeanor, and I managed the demeanor with Fudge's classmate and subordinate old Ronaldo.

——Next, old Ronaldo, an office veteran, will definitely run away immediately when he hears that so many important departments are involved.

——ha~

Lucius' thoughts came from the mind-taking, and Anton squinted behind the crowd, wondering what Lucius was going to do.

"Oh, really? That's great. I happen to have something to do with Anton, so I'll go with you." Old Ronaldo raised his eyebrows, "After all, you, the Minister of Magic, don't necessarily know some tricks in the Auror office. , I just happen to help you, you know, be careful not to be tricked by those messy rules."

As he said that, the old Ronaldo embraced Anton's shoulder affectionately, "Hey, Anton, although I didn't go to New York this time, I heard about it. It's really cool."

Anton felt the sudden tension in Lucius' heartstrings, and raised his eyebrows, "That's such a pity."

With that said, Anton followed the familiar old Ronaldo all the way towards the clerical office.

The other friends quickly followed.

Only 'Fudge' changed his face on the ground for a while, and finally squinted his eyes, with a gentle smile on his face again, and followed him very quickly.

"Hey Patricia, long time no see."

Several people came to a spacious office not far from the Auror command room, where several wizards were busy at their respective big desks, which were filled with various books and materials and strange-looking alchemy machines.

There was a goblin in the corner who helped sort out the sealed boxes, sorted them according to the information on the iron plate on the boxes and put them on some shelves, and took out some boxes from the shelves according to a list and hurried to these boxes. Next to the wizard, he put the box on with difficulty.

Following these actions, mysterious magic lights flashed rapidly between the shelves and boxes.

Old Ronaldo led them to a table on the right side of the gate, and there sat a witch with a tired face and a smelly face.

"Hey, old Ronaldo." The witch said hello, then lowered her head to sign the document with a quill, pulled a complicated mechanism from the table for a moment, pulled out a large seal from it, and bent over to use it. Stamping the document with both hands.

Then, she stuffed the seal back, put the document into a box, turned her head and told the goblin, "Send it to the Reversal of Accidental Magic Incident Team of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters immediately, they are in a hurry."

The goblin nodded, stood on tiptoe and pulled the box vigorously, carried it on his shoulders, walked around Anton and the others very quickly, and ran out the door.

In the crowd, Hermione looked at these goblins in silence, flickering, not knowing what she was thinking.

Perhaps, what Minister 'Fudge' said just now gave her a lot of thoughts.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!"

Witch Patricia exclaimed, stood up vigorously, and looked at Fudge respectfully, "My lord minister, I'm sorry, I didn't see you coming just now."

Fudge smiled very gently, and waved his hands, "It's okay, I saw you were so serious just now, and I don't want to bother you."

"Oh, my lord minister, what's the matter, I'm really sorry, I need to deal with something immediately, and everyone is urging me." Witch Patricia looked at the table with a lot of light flashing all the time. of a metal flower pot.

Every blinking star above is a signal for various departments to urge documents.

"Since what happened in New York, many Muggles and wizarding organizations have been active, and there have been too many things that need to be dealt with by our Department of Magical Law Enforcement..." She was talking, and there was a sudden explosion on the metal flowerpot. A bright red flower appeared, and the flickering light became brighter.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" Witch Patricia was almost mad, and turned to look at the goblin waiting in the corner, "Quick, box No. 985-715-7, it's the third box in the ninth row from the left." A shelf, bring it here quickly."

Fudge was obviously not a person who sympathized with female subordinates, so he grabbed Harry beside him and pulled him towards him, "Can you help me deal with this matter first?"

"Harry~~ Potter!" Witch Patricia screamed, propping her hands on the table, leaning over to look at the lightning scar on Harry's forehead, her eyes widened in disbelief, "Oh, Savior, the Boy Who Lived!"

"Yes, yes." Fudge tapped the table with his hand, "Our savior, Harry Potter, hopes to get back the magical manuscript of blood mother Lily Potter from the Department of Mysteries!"

"Retrieve the magic manuscript of blood relatives?" Witch Patricia froze for a moment, hesitated, glanced at Harry, then at Fudge, and finally nodded, "Oh, yes, this is in line with the procedure. "

As she said that, she went to the shelf next to the big table and rummaged about something, and finally pulled out a few old-looking forms from a corner, swept the dust on them, and placed them in front of Harry.

"Fill out the form, and I'll send the goblin to the Wizengamot."

Harry looked at the form in front of him in a daze, and was about to turn his head to ask Anton or Ron and Hermione for help, but Fudge hurriedly urged him, "Hey, Harry, hurry up, we can't keep this lady waiting too long." It's been a long time, she's already too busy."

Harry quickly took the quill from his hand, listened to his introduction and filled in the content bit by bit.