Chapter 201: Overheard conversation

"Come on, you go in first!" Tonks opened the phone booth door, and then she walked in.
Picking up the crooked phone, holding the microphone above his head, and looking at the dial, Tonks was a little confused: "What's the number..."
After watching her inking for a long time, she made several mistakes.
"62442!" Jon couldn't help but reminded.
"Oh... yes... oh..." Tonks was taken aback for a moment, then jumped up excitedly, bumped his head against the glass door of the phone booth, and finally wailed, holding his head...
The whole action was done in one go!
"You... are you okay?" Jon asked with a wry smile.
"Also... okay!" Tonks rubbed the bumped place on his head: "Hey, how do you know the password!"
"Because I've been here..." Jon had to explain: "My aunt lives in England."
Fortunately, Tonks did not continue to care about this issue.
She turned her gaze to the phone and entered the number "62442".
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please tell me your name and your business." An indifferent female voice came from the phone.
"Ahhhhhh... I am Auron Fadora Tonks from the Auror office... I am responsible for leading the wizard Christoph Patrick from Austria to the Ministry of Magic for inspection and registration!"
"Thank you," the woman said in a cold voice, "Guests, please pick up the badge and don't put it in front of your clothes."
Jon picked up the silver coin that had fallen from the coin slot and pinned it to his chest... Then, he felt the phone booth sink slowly into the ground, and the surrounding area was plunged into darkness...
...
"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day."
About a minute later, with the sound of this sound, the door of the phone booth was opened.
Tonks took Jon and walked out, and then Jon found that they were on the side of a hall.
In the middle of the hall is a fountain. In the pool of the fountain, there are a group of pure gold statues: the highest one is a noble wizard, holding a wand, pointing to the sky; around him is a beautiful witch, a horseman, and a man. Fairy and a house elf.
In the surroundings, many witches and wizards flocked past, and it seemed that there might be hundreds of people.
"We have to check first!" Tonks grabbed Jon, came to a table on the left not far in front, and stopped under a sign that said "Security Check".
"Eric, I brought a foreign guest!" Tonks reminded the drowsy wizard under the sign: "He needs to be checked."
The wizard stood up lazily and lifted up a long golden rod, as thin as the antenna of a car and very resilient. He used it to sweep Jon’s chest and back from top to bottom. .
"Nothing unusual!" he said, and then sat down again.
"Okay, thank you!" Tonks nodded to him, and then said to Jon: "We have to go to the International Affairs Department now to register for you."
Follow Tonks through the gate and into a smaller hall where there are at least twenty elevators.
Go into the elevator and stay in it for about a minute.
"The fifth floor, the International Magic Cooperation Department, includes the International Magic Trade Standards Association, the International Magic Law Office, and the International Federation of Magicians UK seats." Jon looked at the content posted in the elevator.
"We have to go to the International Magic Law Office!" As the elevator door opened, Tonks ran out first.
Jon had to keep up with her...he kept coming to a deserted office.
"The underage wizard Christoph Patrick from Austria needs to register his wand." Tonks shouted.
A wizard with a peacock blue robe and a shaved beard looked up from the desk:
"Wand!" he muttered.
Jon took a magic wand from his pocket and handed it over. The wizard threw it on a weird-looking brass machine that looked like a single-plate balance.
The machine began to vibrate slightly, and a narrow piece of parchment quickly spit out from a hole in the bottom.
The wizard tore off the paper and read the words on it:
"It's made of Li Mu, eleven inches, and the core is dragon heart tendon. It has been used for 21 years. Right?
"Yes!" Jon nodded, "This wand once belonged to my father. He bought it from Grigovich when Durmström was in the third grade."
It is common for the son to inherit his father's wand to use in the magic world, and the wizard has no doubts.
The wizard stood up and took out a small bottle from the shelf on the side; and then poured all the white flocculent things in the small bottle onto Jon's wand.
The wand quickly absorbed it completely.
"Done!" He returned the wand to Jon again.
...
"Excuse me, Miss Tonks!"
"It's okay, it's easy... Good luck at Hogwarts!"
Saying goodbye to Tonks, Jon separated from her.
Glancing at the magic wand in his hand, Jon took it back into his pocket...This magic wand is naturally not his wand, but Barty Crouch's wand.
Barty Crouch Jr. has been "dead" for more than ten years. It is impossible for anyone in the Ministry of Magic to remember the look of his wand...So Jon can safely register it with the Ministry of Magic so that he really It’s possible that it won’t be stained with trace silk on it.
He is also free to use magic outside the school.
Jon, who was alone, took the elevator again and returned to the golden hall of the Ministry of Magic.
But when Jon passed the fountain, he heard a fussy, shrill voice coming from a little girl.
There is no doubt that ~EbookFREE.me~ this voice is quite familiar from the memory of Jon's previous life.
It was Dolores Umbridge, although she was on the other side of the fountain, Jon couldn't see her face:
"I need you to tune two dementors to me, Yaxley..." Her voice was full of irresponsibility.
"You should know, Miss Umbridge... it's very difficult..." the wizard named Yaxley stammered, "The dementors are strictly monitored by the Ministry of Magic. ."
"This is an order!" Umbridge's voice sounded again: "If you can't figure it out, then you don't have to go to work in Azkaban anymore!"
"I..." Yaxley smiled bitterly, "Is it all right in a week? After seven days, I will arrange two dementors to serve you..."
Then there was a silver bell of laughter, and Jon heard the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
But he walked over without anyone else, as if he hadn't heard anything.