Chapter 114: The Ministry of Magic
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Chapter 114: The Ministry of Magic
On the 4th of February, a Saturday, at half-past nine in the morning.
Felix Harp was impeccably dressed, standing by the fireplace, his figure disappearing into a burst of bright green flames as he stepped into the office.
When Felix emerged from the public fireplace, he found himself in Diagon Alley.
Diagon Alley was the most famous magical commercial district in the British wizarding world. It was home to numerous renowned shops, pubs, offices, and large enterprises.
Gringotts Wizarding Bank, the Leaky Cauldron, the Daily Prophet Headquarters, and stores closely related to young wizards like Ollivanders, Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Flourish and Blotts, and the Apothecary, among others, were all located here.
But Felix was merely passing through. He brushed off the dust from his robe with his hat and, in the next moment, he apparated using the Disapparition spell to a dim, narrow alley.
As Felix exited the alley, he found himself standing on a seemingly desolate street. There were a few shabby low-rise office buildings, a small tavern, and a dusty vintage car.
He walked a distance and arrived at a red telephone booth against the wall. It looked quite dilapidated, with large patches of red paint peeling off and several shards of broken glass. Only someone slightly more daring than normal would consider stepping inside to investigate.
But Felix entered. He picked up the crooked receiver hanging off the hook and dialed the number "62442," waiting quietly.
After a few seconds, the voice of an indifferent woman echoed within the telephone booth.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and the nature of your visit."
Felix calmly stated, "Felix Harp, invited to attend the commendation ceremony of Damocles Belby."
"Thank you," the woman's cold voice responded, "Guest, please pick up the badge and wear it on your clothing."
A square silver badge slid out of the coin slot, bearing the inscription: Felix Harp, invited visitor.
"As a guest of the Ministry, you are required to undergo security checks at the checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is located at the end of the Atrium."
Felix pinned the badge to his robe. At this moment, he wondered, is this woman truly real?
But the floor of the telephone booth suddenly trembled, and he slowly sank into the ground. After about a minute, the booth came to a stop.
"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a pleasant day," the woman's voice said.
The door swung open abruptly, and Felix stepped out, facing a magnificent golden hall.
In truth, restoring Hagrid's reputation and appointing professors were things Dumbledore could handle himself. He just needed to casually mention it at some evening gathering. However, for Hagrid to be allowed to use a wand openly, the approval of the Ministry of Magic was required.
And the Ministry of Magic was known for its stubbornness.
"Beep, beep!" A narrow piece of parchment swiftly ejected from the opening at the base of the brass contraption. Eric tore the paper off and read the words on it.
"Thirteen inches, blackthorn wood, dragon heartstring core, ten years of use. Is that correct?"
"Very accurate," Felix said calmly.
"I'll keep this," the wizard said, sticking the strip of parchment onto a small brass nail. "You take this back." He reached out and grabbed the wand.
"Thank you."
"Wait a moment," Eric's hand, suspended mid-air, stopped. Across the table, he carefully inspected the badge on Felix's chest.
He said slowly, "I remember you mentioned earlier, your name is Felix, Felix Harp? The one who contributed to the '87 Dueling Agreement..."
Eric Munch's nose turned slightly rosy, his nostrils flaring excitedly, as if he had just spotted something remarkable.
"Could you share more about it? I mean, that's one of the 28 Pure-bloods! Though I'm not a fan of them—I'm a half-blood—still, they've been around for centuries, and they have some merit. But now one of them has permanently left Britain. It's such a pity..." He went on and on.
Felix calmly extended his hand. The ebony-like wand in the wizard's hand flew into his own hand with a whoosh. "I'm pressed for time. We can chat another time." He nodded at Eric Munch and turned to leave.
Felix took the elevator to the second floor and followed the room numbers as instructed. He passed by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, Improper Use of Magic Office, Fraudulent and Counterfeit Spell Products Investigative Office, and finally found the office of Wizengamot Affairs.
On the left side of the office were two large oak doors swung open inward, looking quite heavy. A conspicuous sign hung on the door—Chamber 3.
As Felix approached, a very familiar voice with drawn-out tones came from inside: "The smell of potions is not important. My personal preference is to increase the dose of monkshood..."
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Chapter 114: The Ministry of Magic
On the 4th of February, a Saturday, at half-past nine in the morning.
Felix Harp was impeccably dressed, standing by the fireplace, his figure disappearing into a burst of bright green flames as he stepped into the office.
When Felix emerged from the public fireplace, he found himself in Diagon Alley.
Diagon Alley was the most famous magical commercial district in the British wizarding world. It was home to numerous renowned shops, pubs, offices, and large enterprises.
Gringotts Wizarding Bank, the Leaky Cauldron, the Daily Prophet Headquarters, and stores closely related to young wizards like Ollivanders, Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Flourish and Blotts, and the Apothecary, among others, were all located here.
But Felix was merely passing through. He brushed off the dust from his robe with his hat and, in the next moment, he apparated using the Disapparition spell to a dim, narrow alley.
As Felix exited the alley, he found himself standing on a seemingly desolate street. There were a few shabby low-rise office buildings, a small tavern, and a dusty vintage car.
He walked a distance and arrived at a red telephone booth against the wall. It looked quite dilapidated, with large patches of red paint peeling off and several shards of broken glass. Only someone slightly more daring than normal would consider stepping inside to investigate.
But Felix entered. He picked up the crooked receiver hanging off the hook and dialed the number "62442," waiting quietly.
After a few seconds, the voice of an indifferent woman echoed within the telephone booth.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and the nature of your visit."
Felix calmly stated, "Felix Harp, invited to attend the commendation ceremony of Damocles Belby."
"Thank you," the woman's cold voice responded, "Guest, please pick up the badge and wear it on your clothing."
A square silver badge slid out of the coin slot, bearing the inscription: Felix Harp, invited visitor.
"As a guest of the Ministry, you are required to undergo security checks at the checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is located at the end of the Atrium."
Felix pinned the badge to his robe. At this moment, he wondered, is this woman truly real?
But the floor of the telephone booth suddenly trembled, and he slowly sank into the ground. After about a minute, the booth came to a stop.
"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a pleasant day," the woman's voice said.
The door swung open abruptly, and Felix stepped out, facing a magnificent golden hall.
In truth, restoring Hagrid's reputation and appointing professors were things Dumbledore could handle himself. He just needed to casually mention it at some evening gathering. However, for Hagrid to be allowed to use a wand openly, the approval of the Ministry of Magic was required.
And the Ministry of Magic was known for its stubbornness.
"Beep, beep!" A narrow piece of parchment swiftly ejected from the opening at the base of the brass contraption. Eric tore the paper off and read the words on it.
"Thirteen inches, blackthorn wood, dragon heartstring core, ten years of use. Is that correct?"
"Very accurate," Felix said calmly.
"I'll keep this," the wizard said, sticking the strip of parchment onto a small brass nail. "You take this back." He reached out and grabbed the wand.
"Thank you."
"Wait a moment," Eric's hand, suspended mid-air, stopped. Across the table, he carefully inspected the badge on Felix's chest.
He said slowly, "I remember you mentioned earlier, your name is Felix, Felix Harp? The one who contributed to the '87 Dueling Agreement..."
Eric Munch's nose turned slightly rosy, his nostrils flaring excitedly, as if he had just spotted something remarkable.
"Could you share more about it? I mean, that's one of the 28 Pure-bloods! Though I'm not a fan of them—I'm a half-blood—still, they've been around for centuries, and they have some merit. But now one of them has permanently left Britain. It's such a pity..." He went on and on.
Felix calmly extended his hand. The ebony-like wand in the wizard's hand flew into his own hand with a whoosh. "I'm pressed for time. We can chat another time." He nodded at Eric Munch and turned to leave.
Felix took the elevator to the second floor and followed the room numbers as instructed. He passed by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, Improper Use of Magic Office, Fraudulent and Counterfeit Spell Products Investigative Office, and finally found the office of Wizengamot Affairs.
On the left side of the office were two large oak doors swung open inward, looking quite heavy. A conspicuous sign hung on the door—Chamber 3.
As Felix approached, a very familiar voice with drawn-out tones came from inside: "The smell of potions is not important. My personal preference is to increase the dose of monkshood..."
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Chapter 114: The Ministry of MagicOn the 4th of February, a Saturday, at half-past nine in the morning.Felix Harp was impeccably dressed, standing by the fireplace, his figure disappearing into a burst of bright green flames as he stepped into the office.When Felix emerged from the public fireplace, he found himself in Diagon Alley.Diagon Alley was the most famous magical commercial district in the British wizarding world. It was home to numerous renowned shops, pubs, offices, and large enterprises.Gringotts Wizarding Bank, the Leaky Cauldron, the Daily Prophet Headquarters, and stores closely related to young wizards like Ollivanders, Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Flourish and Blotts, and the Apothecary, among others, were all located here.But Felix was merely passing through. He brushed off the dust from his robe with his hat and, in the next moment, he apparated using the Disapparition spell to a dim, narrow alley.As Felix exited the alley, he found himself standing on a seemingly desolate street. There were a few shabby low-rise office buildings, a small tavern, and a dusty vintage car.He walked a distance and arrived at a red telephone booth against the wall. It looked quite dilapidated, with large patches of red paint peeling off and several shards of broken glass. Only someone slightly more daring than normal would consider stepping inside to investigate.But Felix entered. He picked up the crooked receiver hanging off the hook and dialed the number "62442," waiting quietly.After a few seconds, the voice of an indifferent woman echoed within the telephone booth."Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and the nature of your visit."Felix calmly stated, "Felix Harp, invited to attend the commendation ceremony of Damocles Belby.""Thank you," the woman's cold voice responded, "Guest, please pick up the badge and wear it on your clothing."A square silver badge slid out of the coin slot, bearing the inscription: Felix Harp, invited visitor."As a guest of the Ministry, you are required to undergo security checks at the checkpoint and register your wand. The checkpoint is located at the end of the Atrium."Felix pinned the badge to his robe. At this moment, he wondered, is this woman truly real?But the floor of the telephone booth suddenly trembled, and he slowly sank into the ground. After about a minute, the booth came to a stop."The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a pleasant day," the woman's voice said.The door swung open abruptly, and Felix stepped out, facing a magnificent golden hall.In truth, restoring Hagrid's reputation and appointing professors were things Dumbledore could handle himself. He just needed to casually mention it at some evening gathering. However, for Hagrid to be allowed to use a wand openly, the approval of the Ministry of Magic was required.And the Ministry of Magic was known for its stubbornness."Beep, beep!" A narrow piece of parchment swiftly ejected from the opening at the base of the brass contraption. Eric tore the paper off and read the words on it."Thirteen inches, blackthorn wood, dragon heartstring core, ten years of use. Is that correct?""Very accurate," Felix said calmly."I'll keep this," the wizard said, sticking the strip of parchment onto a small brass nail. "You take this back." He reached out and grabbed the wand."Thank you.""Wait a moment," Eric's hand, suspended mid-air, stopped. Across the table, he carefully inspected the badge on Felix's chest.He said slowly, "I remember you mentioned earlier, your name is Felix, Felix Harp? The one who contributed to the '87 Dueling Agreement..."Eric Munch's nose turned slightly rosy, his nostrils flaring excitedly, as if he had just spotted something remarkable."Could you share more about it? I mean, that's one of the 28 Pure-bloods! Though I'm not a fan of themI'm a half-bloodstill, they've been around for centuries, and they have some merit. But now one of them has permanently left Britain. It's such a pity..." He went on and on.Felix calmly extended his hand. The ebony-like wand in the wizard's hand flew into his own hand with a whoosh. "I'm pressed for time. We can chat another time." He nodded at Eric Munch and turned to leave.Felix took the elevator to the second floor and followed the room numbers as instructed. He passed by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office, Improper Use of Magic Office, Fraudulent and Counterfeit Spell Products Investigative Office, and finally found the office of Wizengamot Affairs.On the left side of the office were two large oak doors swung open inward, looking quite heavy. A conspicuous sign hung on the doorChamber 3.As Felix approached, a very familiar voice with drawn-out tones came from inside: "The smell of potions is not important. My personal preference is to increase the dose of monkshood..."Hello everyone, If you enjoy reading this novel and want to read 10 Chapters ahead of schedule, then please join my Patreon. Or Consider donating! at Paypal or Ko-fi.Your support is greatly appreciated
