Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

376. Chapter 374 of the Ministry of Magic

    At half past five in the morning, Ivan slammed completely, as if someone had shouted in his ear.

    He lay there motionless, slowly, remembering what he was going to do.

    He will go to the Ministry of Magic with Dumbledore and Sirius to see the Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge and get permission to enter the Azkaban in the Wizard prison.

    Ivan got up from the bed, Sun hadn't risen yet, and the ward was dim.

    Other than him, others are still asleep.

    Harry curled up tightly in the bed, and Ron leaned back on his bed with his legs stretched out, his mouth wide open and his sleep so scented.

    Ivan turned and looked at Hermione, only to find that the girl had already woken up.

    She was looking at herself with a sly look, and there were tears in her eyes that were difficult to hide.

    "All the way, Ivan!"Hermione whispered, and leaned over and hugged Ivan tightly.

    She didn't cry, her face was extraordinarily strong.

    "Sure.Ivan replied softly, "You take care and take care of yourself during the holidays."

    Hermione nodded slowly, and the beautiful maroon eyes were shining.

    With Hermione's temperature and sweet aroma, Ivan crossed the room and finally waved her hand.

    He came to the foyer outside the ward and gently closed the door with his backhand.

    Immediately, Ivan sighed with relief and tried not to think that he might not be able to crack the curse, and that he would never see Hermione again.

    He walked out of the school hospital and prepared to go to Dumbledore's Office as agreed.

    The narrow and dark corridors are also quiet, the murals on the walls are all sleeping, with loud snoring, and a red dragon with a clearly unproportionate proportion of the body squats on the ground, and there are some Mars from time to time.

    Ivan thought that not long ago, he had actually killed a Dragon in the Centaur tribe, but that was what happened in the illusion.

    It sounds a bit unreal, not to mention that it was eight hundred years ago.

    Through a spiral staircase, he saw Filch's cat Mrs. Norris stared at himself in the corner with the yellow eyes of a brass bell.

    Ivan waved, Mrs. Norris screamed low in the past.

    He suddenly remembered that he didn't know the passwords of the two statues at the door of Dumbledore's Office. He wasn't sure what to use to name the candy.

    When he walked to the corridor, he heard a voice coming from the statue.

    Dumbledore and Sirius have already been there for a long time, and the two of them are as if they have just returned from outside the castle.

    Seeing him go, the faces of both people smiled.

    "Good morning, Ivan!"Dumbledore smiled and said, "We just got back from the Centaur tribe. You should have no breakfast like us. I told the house elf to prepare some things. It's still time, I think we can finish and start."

    They entered Dumbledore's office, which was as wonderful as Ivan had seen before. The table was full of grotesque objects, and Phoenix Fawkes stood there motionless and his eyes closed.

    The portraits of the headmasters on the walls are all sleeping, but these old foxes are all pretending.

    They open their eyes from time to time and secretly look at Ivan and Sirius.

    Dumbledore used his wand to order a fireplace, and the warm flames rose to dispel the cold in the room. He knocked on the circular table of the fireplace, sandwiches, eggs, desserts, milk and coffee. appear.

    “I wrote a letter to your parents explaining the matter and asked them to allow me to take care of you for the upcoming summer vacation.”Dumbledore took a lavender envelope out of his arms and handed it to Ivan, calmly saying, "You can send this letter to them with your own letter."

    Ivan took the letter and printed the school badge of Hogwarts in the upper left corner.

    The middle position is written with the name and address of the parent, which is a unique round font of Dumbledore.

    "Well, you can think about what you want to say to them. Even if everything goes well, we will probably have to wait a month or so to come back. But now, you should have breakfast first, try this sandwich, need some more honey? ”Dumbledore pointed to the plate in front of Ivan. "I like the sweet taste."

    Thank you!Ivan just picked up the sandwich and a new one appeared inside the plate.

    The craft of house elf is very good, Ivan feels that this sandwich is very delicious.

    "Did you sleep well last night?"Sirius asked, he poured himself a cup of coffee.

    GoodIvan replied, but the heart was a little bit uneasi.

    He tried not to think about the curse on his arm, but his head was empty, and the terrible evil god and Voldemort's always followed.

    He shook his head and forced himself to think about other things. For example, Hermione, the cute expression when she laughs, but the picture is always fixed when the girl just said goodbye to herself, that is tough to bear not crying.

    Dumbledore and Sirius were still there to discuss the things inside the Centaur tribe, and Ivan was listening absently.

    He was glad that they didn't ask to join the conversation. He struggled to eat the delicious sandwiches in his hands, but his mind was completely out of it.

    "The time is almost the same, I think we should set off!"About half an hour later, Dumbledore stood up. "I probably need to talk to Fudge for a long time. You can finish the letter to your parents there."

    His voice just fell, and he didn't see any movements. The red flame in the fireplace in front of Ivan suddenly turned green, and the flame burned.

    “In general, Hogwarts' fireplaces are not in the Floo Network, but you can apply for a temporary link if necessary.”Dumbledore blinked at Ivan. "You should have used the Floo Network yet?! Just walk in and yell at the Ministry of Magic where we are going. ”

    Ivan nodded, staring at Dumbledore and Sirius' into the fireplace lit by green flames, shouting, "the Ministry of Magic!"

    His body was quickly sucked into the flames, everything in front of him was spinning, and after a whirlwind, he drilled out from the other end of the fireplace.

    At this point, he was standing in a long, magnificent hall.

    On the ground is a dark wooden floor polished with brilliance. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

    The walls are surrounded by dark, dark wood panels, and around him, many gold-plated fireplaces are embedded in the planks, neatly lined up in a row.

    "Go ahead, don't block at the door!"

    A man's voice rang behind Ivan, and he hurried forward.

    Behind him, every few seconds, with a bang, a wizard popped out of a fireplace on the left.

    On the right side, several people in front of each fireplace are waiting in line to leave.