v2 Chapter 886： Subject to trial

Mr. Weasley is because he likes Muggle and Muggle items too much, making him a stranger among the wizards of the Ministry of Magic.

In the eyes of other wizards, this is a manifestation of not doing business.

Mrs. Weasley often said that because his obsession with the Muggle world made him difficult to promote under the rule of Fudge, he had to admit that Mr. Weasley was a good person, and at the same time, the prohibition of misuse of the Muggle goods division was a Difficulty.

They have to deal with too many things, too much cumbersome, but the number of people is far from enough.

In fact, Mr. Weasley is still relatively large in some degree, because all the magical items related to Muggles in the magic world are responsible for him. The era has developed to this day, and this kind of Muggle items that have been cast magically Contains everything.

In theory, Mr. Weasley has the right to search and deal with any wizard who he believes is abusing Muggle items.

Who has no contraband, especially a family of pure-blood wizards like Malfoy, who almost check one.

Therefore, most of the wizards of the Ministry of Magic are more respectful to Mr. Weasley, and even Fudge’s previous attitude is very friendly.

Of course, the current situation has turned sharply. Fudge believes that Dumbledore's friends are his enemies, but he can't find a suitable position to arrange Mr. Weasley, and he has to let him stay in this position.

"Dad likes this job!" Ginny sighed. "He is fascinated by the Muggle stuff."

"Yeah, Mom has advised him many times, but he never intended to give up, Percy thinks this is very bad..." Ron followed.

He obviously also thinks this is very bad, and his eyes are dissatisfied in the shabby office.

In front of them, two tables were squeezing inside, and there were file cabinets that were overflowing all over the wall. There was a bag of crumbling documents on the top of the cabinet. There was no place for people to let go. activity.

From the space available on the wall, you can see that Mr. Weasley has a special liking: a few car advertisements, one of which shows the engine that was disassembled, and the illustrations of the two mailboxes. It seems that he cut it from the Muggle children's book, and there is a schematic diagram of how to install the socket.

Mr. Weasley’s collection basket is full of enthusiasm. At the top is an elderly toast who is sulking.

In addition, there are two empty leather gloves, playing with two thumbs.

Next to the basket is a photo of the Wesley family portrait, and Percy seems to have gone out of the photo.

"Well, children, it’s a bit crowded with so many people coming in." Mr. Weasley said apologetically. "We will endure for a while, the Magic Law Enforcement Division is right next, they will be there for trial." ""

"Dad, where is Percy's office?" Fred asked, leaning against the wall.

"Oh, he was on the first floor, outside the office of the minister..." Mr. Weasley’s expression was obviously a bit unnatural.

Ivan heard that Percy is now in the Ministry of Magic and sees Mr. Weasley barely saying hello, as if he didn't know.

In order to position himself, he has completely distanced himself from the Weasleys and done it thoroughly.

From this point of view, Percy is ambitious and has all the qualities of a good politician and official.

This is probably the result of the elite education that Mrs. Weasley has always hoped for the children to develop.

Only Percy alone carried her will to the end, while others were excellent, but they were too personal, and there was no way to work in the Ministry of Magic.

But who can think that he will be so determined in this kind of thing...

"I will prepare a little tea for you. Don't run around until the affairs of Avon and Harry are finished. Also, don't bother Percy's work..." Mr. Weasley paused and obviously shifted the subject. "I am a bit stuffy here because there are no windows, we have asked for it, but they seem to think that we don't need it. Come on, sit down, don't stand."

He took out his wand and made a few worn chairs around his desk. Avon squeezed in and a few people looked at each other with a smile.

Especially Ron and Ginny, the face is difficult to disappoint, which is very different from their original expectations.

"I have a few "singing and sings" here, very interesting magazines. If you have nothing, you can look at them." Mr. Weasley is preparing tea for them. "I think the joke about the broom... oh, What is wrong with this?"

A note flew into the open door and slowly fell on the toasting toast.

Mr. Weasley opened the note and read aloud. "It is reported that the fourth garbage bin in Wimbledon has been spitting out the garbage. Please go to the investigation quickly. This is really a ghost. The back surge is even worse."

Ai Wen was in the office of Mr. Weasley at the time, and the situation was similar. This is probably the normal state of Mr. Weasley's work.

The so-called toilet flushing incident is a series of pranks against magic.

As soon as the Muggle rushed into the toilet, the dirty things not only did not disappear, but instead they came out directly on their faces, thinking about that feeling.

"It’s the anti-Muggle mischief. These guys are really a headache," Mr. Weasley said.

"Are the Aurors not going to catch them?" Harry asked.

"I hope to grab them all, but obviously this is not the case. This kind of small thing does not need the Auror to be dispatched. The ordinary magic law enforcement reconnaissance team can deal with it. Ah, children, this is Perkins, I give Explain it."

An old wizard who bent over, looked awkward, and had a soft, white-haired hair, entered the room with a slight gasp.

He is the only employee of the Division that prohibits the misuse of the Muggle Goods Division, except Mr. Weasley.

"Arthur!" He gasped and said anxiously. "Thank God, you are here, I was worried about what to do. I don't know if I will wait for you here. I just sent an owl to you. I sent a letter at home, but you obviously didn’t receive it. Ten minutes ago, an urgent message came..."

"I already know about the dumpling spit." Mr. Weasley said, "I will investigate after a while."

"No, no, it is not this thing. It is about the trial of the children of Porter. They want to integrate Mason’s inquiry with Potter’s trial, and change the time and place to eight o’clock. Ask the tenth courtroom below."

"The tenth courtroom below?!" Mr. Weasley snorted. "But they told me... my goodness!"

He looked at his watch and exclaimed, jumping from the chair.

"Come on, Ivan, Harry, we are late, we should be there ten minutes ago!" He said anxiously, pulling them both and ran out, "Perkins, you take care of me for the rest." People, we must hurry now."

Sure enough, Fudge moved hands on the trial, and if they didn't, they could be treated as absent.

Fudge’s calculations were obvious. At that time, Harry was expelled from Hogwarts directly, and then Avon’s Hogwarts Magic was closed.

Even if Ai Wen and Harry complain, it can be dragged as far as possible.

To the extent permitted by law, drag on for a few months...