v2 Chapter 374： Security check

Here is the British Ministry of Magic, and Ivan is here for the first time.

Dumbledore and Sirius haven't come yet, the green flames flashed from time to time in the golden fireplace, and he was crowded forward by the people who came from the fireplace.

These people are all the staff of the Ministry of Magic. They have a deadly expression in the morning, and they walked toward the row of golden gates at the entrance of the hall.

Avon noticed that some of them were holding a pile of crumbling parchment in their arms, some carrying tattered briefcases, and others reading newspapers to learn about the news that happened in the magic world yesterday.

Most of the newspapers are "The Prophet's Daily", but not all of them. Ai Wen is delighted to find that many people actually hold the "Hogwarts Magic".

Under the auspices of Professor Lu Ping, the newspaper created by Ai Wen has recently developed very rapidly, and the circulation is faintly competing with the Daily Prophet.

With the help of Nick, who has almost no head, they have their own unique sources. If Ivan can publish the Dark Marks in the Forbidden Forest last night, it is estimated that all the wizards now have the Hogwarts Magic.

This is definitely an amazing achievement that will exceed everyone's imagination.

As the newspaper with the largest circulation in the magic world, no one has challenged the dominance of the Prophet Daily for centuries.

In front, in the middle of the wide foyer is a fountain.

A circular pool of water stands erected with a set of pure gold statues, larger than the real people.

The highest of them is a graceful wizard who holds his wand and points to the sky.

Surrounded by him is a beautiful witch, a horseman, a goblin and a house elf. The witch is nestled next to the witch. The horseman, the goblin and the house elf are looking up at the two wizards with infinite worship. .

A shining water column ejected from the top of the wizard's wand, from the horse's arrow, from the fairy's hat tip, from the two ears of the house elf.

There are screaming, screaming sounds of water, squeaky, squeaky voices of people with phantom shifts, and hundreds of footsteps of male and female wizards.

Ai Wen felt that his eyes were not enough. He came to the central fountain with the flow of people, and saw a lot of sparkling silver and copper natti under the pool.

A small, stained sign next to it said: All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to the St. Mungo Magical Injury Hospital.

Although this group of statues is vivid, it is absolutely not true.

According to Ai Wen’s understanding of the Ma Ren and the Fairy, unless they have a curse or a head smashed, they will never look at the human wizard so admirably. As for the house elves, they often bury their heads under their feet.

Just as Ai Wen was interested in looking at the group of statues, a lazy man’s voice rang behind him. “Little guy, where did you come from?”

A wizard wearing a peacock blue robe and a badly shaved beard walked over to Ai Wen.

Behind him is a small wooden table with a sign that says "safety check."

"I have something to do with the Ministry of Magic." Ai Wen replied briefly.

He is not sure if he wants to tell the names of Dumbledore, Sirius or Fudge. If you tell the truth, if you come to the Ministry of Magic to get permission from the Azkaban in the wizarding prison, will the other party think that you are crazy? !

"There is something to do?!" The guard wizard narrowed his eyes and said with suspicion, "Without an adult, a little wizard of your age is not allowed to come here at random. Do you have a wand, show it to me? one look!"

This guy is too annoying, and Ai Wen even wants to pull out his wand and come to him with a curse.

Then he remembered that he could not use this deep magic for the time being.

However, a small petrochemical curse, he can still do it.

"Avon, what are you doing here?" At this moment, Mr. Weasley, wearing a rotten witch's robes, suddenly appeared in a phantom.

He looked at Ai Wen with surprise and waved to the guard who was full of doubts. "Wait a minute, Eric! I know this child, he is my son's friend."

"Arthur, do you know him?!" The guard wizard slammed like a balloon and regained his life before he was angry. "That's alright."

"Good morning, Mr. Weasley!" Ai Wen explained. "I came with Dumbledore and Sirius. I came from the fly net and they came right behind."

"What happened to Hogwarts with them?"

Ai Wen still didn't answer, and there was a sudden commotion at the other end of the golden hall.

Dumbledore and Sirius, who had just stepped out of the fireplace, were recognized for almost a moment.

Many wizards yelled and rushed there, and the hall was in a mess.

Both of them are big celebrities in the magic world, and there are many admirers.

Dumbledore, who is considered to be the first wizard of the magic world, has been in Hogwarts in recent years and has rarely made public appearances. It is difficult for adult wizards to have the opportunity to meet him.

Not to mention Sirius, since he washed the sensation, he took over the position of Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, and he had no contact with the outside world.

Previously, his jailbreak incident and the truth of the matter 20 years ago have been heated up by public opinion, and have not been retired until now.

Everyone is full of curiosity, and I hope to see myself, and then go crazy, even sign him.

"It seems that they will come over for a while, we don't want to stand here, we can wait for advanced." Mr. Weasley took Ai Wen and walked to the guard.

"Eric, we have to go in, you can help Aiwen check it out."

This sorcerer, Eric, agreed with a heartless sigh, and there was no vigilance when he had just interrogated Ai Wen. His eyes were always looking in the foyer. It seems that he wants to look at Dumbledore and Sirius in the past.

"Come here!" he muttered.

Eric raised a long gold rod, as thin and resilience as the car's antenna, and he used it to sweep it from top to bottom on the front and back of Alvin's chest.

"Okay, wand!" He put down the golden thing and reached out.

The outsider wants to enter the Ministry of Magic. This is a security check that must be carried out. No one can make an exception. Ai Wen has handed over his wand.

He threw it on a weird brass machine like a single balance.

The machine began to vibrate slightly, and a narrow parchment spit out from the bottom of the mouth.

Eric pulled the paper down and read the words above.

"14 inches and a half, vine wood, used for two years, the core of the rod is" Eric stopped, frowning at the note in his hand.

“Is there any problem?” asked Mr. Weasley.

"No, you go in!" Eric returned the wand to Avon.

He patted the machine there, whispering, "Damn, this thing must be broken, and the detected core is actually unknown." (To be continued.)