The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Without saying a word, the barkeeper led George and Fred and others to completely ignore the traffic coming and going on the road and set foot directly on the road.

With a series of rapid brakes, several cars were forced to stop directly.

In the car ahead, the driver popped his head out of the window angrily, wanting to curse the street.

However, when he saw the tall figure of the barkeeper and the weird attire of Harry and the others, he immediately retracted.

"I bet he must treat us as lunatics who escaped from the mental hospital!"

Harry felt a little embarrassed and whispered to Hermione, covering his face with his hands.

Hermione, who also grew up in Muggle society since childhood, naturally felt this way, and nodded while covering her face.

"What's there to hide from?"

George and Fred said nonchalantly, making faces at the driver when they passed by, scaring the driver to the bottom of the chassis.

Upon seeing this, George and Fred laughed.

A group of people crossed the road talking and laughing. During this evening, their weird dress caused a large number of onlookers to eat melons.

Some kind aunts even came over to ask if Harry and the others had been abducted and if they needed to call the police for them.

After all, the bar owner doesn't look like a good person.

However, these concerned eyes disappeared when they approached the abandoned red phone booth.

The crowd who was still concerned about them just a moment ago diverted their attention and continued to do what they should do.

"Muggle expulsion curse! That's why these Muggles are like this."

It seemed that he wanted to show off his knowledge, Ron said triumphantly.

But Hermione immediately said:

"Of course I know this is a Muggle expulsion spell. We had seen it at the entrance of the Broken Cauldron Bar when we first entered the wizarding world!"

Ron curled his lips and wanted to continue to say something, but was slapped on the head by George.

"Don't be stunned, follow up!"

After hearing this, everyone discovered that the bar owner had already walked into the phone booth first, and was still waving inside to signal everyone to follow soon.

Ron grievedly rubbed the back of his sore head and said:

"Why are we going in there?"

George and Fred obviously wanted to know the answer, and they all looked at the barkeeper ahead.

"This is a secret passage into the Ministry of Magic," Harry explained when the bar owner didn't mean to answer, "Mr. Weasley brought me here when I was on trial."

"What? My father brought you here?"

George and Fred, you said, "We are his own sons, but he has never mentioned such a funny thing to us!?"

Faced with George and Fred's complaints, no one would answer any more.

After all, everyone knew that Mr. Weasley was right not to tell George and Fred about this passage.

Otherwise, with George and Fred's temperament, God knows what disaster they will cause.

But to everyone's surprise, the bar owner who had been silent from the very beginning also sneered after hearing this:

"Oh! Harry Potter, the famous savior, your experience is really rich."

Hearing the sarcasm in the barkeeper's words, Harry frowned:

"That's not as rich as yours, right? Mr. Weasley told me that this phone booth is an emergency channel for the Ministry of Magic. He, as a Ministry clerk, knew I was not surprised, but how did you, the bar owner know?"

"Obviously, you were deceived by that Weasley, kid." The bar owner said nonchalantly. "This phone booth is just a regular passage before the Ministry of Magic's popular Floo network fireplace. There are not a few people who know it.

The real emergency passage for magic is in a public toilet a few blocks away.

Visitors need to push themselves into the toilet and flush down to reach the Ministry of Magic.

If you don’t like to squeeze the phone booth, I can also take you to use that one. "

As soon as he said this, the expressions of Harry and others changed.

Especially after seeing George and Fred eager to try, Hermione couldn't hold herself in an instant, and directly pushed Harry and Ron into the phone booth:

"Quick! Quick! Let's go! I don't want to be flushed out by the flush toilet!"

At Hermione's urging, everyone squeezed into the small phone booth.

At this time, the bar owner couldn't keep his calmness anymore, with his arms bent strangely to reach the dial, and dialed a series of numbers with difficulty.

As the dial turned back to its original position, a woman's indifferent voice rang in the phone booth:

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

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger..." Harry chanted the names of the people very fast, and only halfway through the reaction, he looked at the barkeeper and said, "Your name What is it?"

The bar owner frowned slightly, and then he fell silent for a while.

"Aberforth."

"What about the last name?" Harry asked. "If you want to get through this phone booth, you have to give your real and complete name. You should know it too, right?"

"Of course! Of course! Of course I know!" the barkeeper said gruffly, "Dumbledore! My name is Aberforth Dumbledore!"

"What? Your surname is Dumbledore, too?"

Harry and the others were surprised in unison.

Aberforth seemed to have anticipated this situation a long time ago.

He forcibly pulled Harry away, repeated everyone's names on the dial, and finally said:

"Let's save the world!"

"Thank you," the indifferent female voice sounded again, "Guests, please pick up the badge and don't put it in front of your clothes."

Immediately, with a jingle of bells, six badges slipped out of the metal chute where coins would normally be ejected.

Each coin is clearly engraved with the name of each person and the suffix of ‘Rescue Mission’.

Aberforth arrogantly put the badge on the robes of Harry and others.

"Guest of the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand. The security checkpoint is at the end of the main hall."

The indifferent female voice spoke slowly.

After all, the ground of the phone booth suddenly trembled, and the sidewalk outside the glass window rose higher and higher, and finally the top of their heads became pitch black, and everyone could only hear some monotonous, harsh rubbing sounds.

Harry flashed his big eyes in the dark, and he took a few deep breaths before he spoke:

"Aberforth, sorry, can I call you that? After all, your last name..."

"Just call it that!" Aberforth said impatiently, "I hate you calling me by that surname anyway!"

"Um, okay!" Harry continued with some embarrassment. "Are you and Dumbledore... Principal Dumbledore relatives? I mean, are you in the same family?"

When Harry spoke, several people had already descended into the depths of the Ministry of Magic.

A thin golden light hit the phone booth, just to reflect Aberforth's cold expression.

"Of course not!" Aberforth said without hesitation, "I have nothing to do with that guy!"

As soon as Aberforth's voice fell, the thin golden light slowly widened and spread to their bodies.

Through the narrow glass door of the phone booth, everyone could clearly see a middle-aged man in a black security uniform looking at them with a dull expression.

"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good time tonight."

The indifferent female voice sounded again.

The door of the phone booth opened sharply.

Immediately afterwards, seeing Aberforth suddenly flipping his wrist, a ball of gray-white light hit the middle-aged man's face severely, knocking him out.

Harry, George and others stumbled out of the phone booth.

They clenched their wands tightly and looked around very vigilantly.

However, the large hall of the Ministry of Magic seems to be empty except for the middle-aged man. There is no life in the fireplace inlaid in the four walls, only the dark peacock blue ceiling, and the golden symbols are still in motion. Changing.

"Go! There won't be anyone else here!"

Aberforth said in a bad mood, and walked towards the inside of the hall first.

Hearing that Ron frowned and said:

"How did you know?"

"Because it's already five o'clock in the afternoon, and it's past the off-duty time of the Ministry of Magic."

"Even so, don't they have overtime personnel and staff on duty?"

"I can tell you clearly, no." Aberforth said angrily, "I knew it personally when I first came to the Ministry of Magic to go through the procedures for the Pig's Head Bar.

This group of officials of the Ministry of Magic will never work overtime. As long as the time is from 1 to 4:30 in the afternoon, there will be no one in the Ministry of Magic except for three or two who are sent to the Defense Division. . "

Upon hearing this, George and Fred were full of envy.

As aspiring young people (tiny capitalists) who are determined to start the'Weasley joke shop', they have long been accustomed to the life of 996. They did not expect that the concept of leaving get off work on time is still implemented to such an extent in this world. The unit.

"It's no wonder everyone wants to work at the Ministry of Magic after graduation!" George and Fred exclaimed, "Money is too much and there is little! Everyone would want to come!"

Aberforth glanced at them with a look of rubbish, and then said:

"Don't say that some of these are gone, let's go!"

After that, he took the lead to run past the magic brother fountain statue composed of extraordinary creatures of various races, and came to the magic wand checkpoint inside the hall.

During the day, there is always a large crowd of people here, which seems busy and irritable.

But at this moment, there was no one here, and even the staff of the Security Section was missing from the chair where the wizard at the checkpoint was sitting.

This obviously verified what Aberforth had said before.

Or, the hapless guy who was directly knocked down by Aberforth should have been sitting here.

They passed through the golden fence gate, and came to the lift unobstructed all the way.

As Aberforth pressed the button, the elevator immediately began to descend.

The sound of the chain rubbing seemed so harsh in the quiet and empty Ministry of Magic.

Despite Aberforth's previous guarantee, this still made Harry and others' hearts raised.

However, until the elevator landed, there were no security guards around.

Only the familiar and indifferent female voice reported again:

"The Department of Mysteries."

The fence door opened slightly, and the black door that Harry had seen several times in his dream finally appeared in front of everyone.

As in the dream, a deformed letter M was clearly hung on the door.

…

At the same time, in the Office of the Assistant Minister of Magic on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic.

Link and his party are gathering in front of a huge crystal ball.

What was reflected on the crystal ball was a clear picture of Harry and his party.

"Tsk! How come that old thing was also attracted?"

Looking at Aberforth in the picture, Old Batty grumbled very rarely.

Link said with a smile upon hearing this:

"It's normal. After all, Dumbledore is his own brother. Although he says that Dumbledore has been expelled from the family on behalf of his parents, in fact, he still has a deep brotherhood!"

"You mean, that bar owner is Dumbledore's own brother?" Percy said in disbelief, "But... how is this possible?"

"What's impossible?" Old Barty said dismissively, "Just shave off that old guy's face and you will find that he looks almost exactly the same as Dumbledore!"

Percy would instinctively turn his face when he was so stunned by the old Batty.

But then he seemed to think of something again, and quickly glanced at Link, seeing that Link hadn't said anything, and then bowed his head with a pale face.

Seeing this, Link nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that the previous education of Old Kled had a pretty good effect.

"Well, now that Harry and the others are in place, are our staff ready?"

Link turned to look at Old Batty and said. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Hearing that before, he immediately put on a humble expression at Percy's contemptuous old Batty, and said respectfully:

"Scrimgeour has received the news and has taken the Auror troops in ambush in the Silent Pass, and can enter the Department of Mystery Affairs through the escape pass at any time.

Mr. Kled’s hunter troops have also arrived at the Department of Mysteries and are lurking in the Shadow Hall.

As for the D.A. Army you brought over, they are on standby in the Magic Law Enforcement Department on the second floor. "

Old Batty's voice paused slightly when he mentioned the D.A. Army.

Lin Ke said with a smile upon hearing this:

"What are your dissatisfaction with me taking D.A. Army to participate in this operation?"

Old Barty looked stiff, but finally gritted his teeth and said:

"Yes, Lord Foley! To be honest, the fighting power of those students is not strong, and it is not very helpful to this battle. You brought them here this time, it seems..."

"Like to die?" Link interrupted Old Batty. "Heh, you won't understand."

After that, Link took the lead out of the Assistant Secretary of Magic's office.

Percy, Emily and others also hurriedly followed.

Only old Batty looked at the group of people with a sad look behind him.

Old Batty really didn't understand why Link did this.

You must know that this group of students is the future of the magic world, even if Link wants to take the opportunity to train their fighting ability.

But it was the ultimate battle with Voldemort when he got started, which was too outrageous.

"Ugh-"

After a long sigh, the old Batty finally followed the back of the team.

And the final destination of their party's trip is Fudge's Office of the Minister of Magic!