Harry Potter and the Obscurus

Chapter 140 A Second Visit to the Ministry of Magic

"Four stops, uh... no, three more stops, Harry, three more stops and we'll be there... uh, three stops, right?"

On the slightly crowded Underground, Mr. Weasley, using London public transport for the first time, nervously checked the Underground route map above the window.

Today is August 20th, the day Harry Potter officially goes to trial.

Following Moody's advice, Mr. Weasley and Harry went to the Ministry of Magic today as planned, using Muggle methods.

"Yes, sir, we'll be there in three stops."

Harry pointed to an intersection on the subway map and said:

"We've just changed stations, so you should now look at this horizontal line."

"Okay!

Mr. Weasley nodded vigorously.

Compared to when he saw his ticket being swallowed by the turnstile, the excitement on his face had diminished considerably. He had thought he was an expert in Muggle technology among wizards, but unexpectedly, just riding the subway had left him completely bewildered and brought back to reality.

About 20 minutes later, the two arrived at the red telephone booth leading to the Ministry of Magic. Still immersed in experiencing Muggle life, Arthur didn't notice that Harry was quite familiar with his action of dialing the number.

“I am Arthur Weasley from the Office for the Prohibition of Muggle Misuse, and I am here with Harry Potter today for his court hearing.”

"Welcome, Mr. Weasley. Please guide our guests to pin their badges on their clothing and proceed to the security checkpoint for inspection as soon as possible after entering the Ministry of Magic."

Click click click!

The vibrations and tremors lasted for about half a minute until the phone booth door reopened, at which point Mr. Weasley fully returned to his usual composed self at work.

"How was it, Harry? Although it wasn't obvious from up there, our British Ministry of Magic is still quite grand and magnificent. Come on, follow me this way."

"Ha...okay..."

Looking at the giant Fudge portrait in the center of the hall, which was larger than it had been in his third year, Harry couldn't help but chuckle.

Over the course of more than two years, the decor remained largely unchanged. The solid gold statues of the Magic Brothers still stood among the centaurs, goblins, and house-elves, wands in hand, receiving the adoration of these non-human magical creatures.

*Pfft! Pfft! Smack! Smack!*

The soft humming from the Floo's fireplace and the constant noises from when the phantom appears are incessant.

Whether it was because of the Fudge portrait or because the wizards who were going to work early in the morning all had lifeless expressions on their faces, Harry seemed to find the statue in front of him even more repulsive than before.

......

The wizard in charge of security was still the same scruffy-bearded fellow in his dark blue robes. As Harry and Mr. Weasley approached, he was reading a copy of the Daily Prophet with the headline, "Is Dumbledore Old or Mad?"

"Hi, Eric, I've brought a foreign guest with me."

"Okay, come this way."

Eric said listlessly:

"Name."

"Harry Potter".

"what?"

Eric suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed on Harry's forehead, as if trying to find something.

Despite the security officer's somewhat rude behavior, Harry showed no sign of anger. He calmly took his wand from his waist and then politely reminded him:

"This is my wand, please hurry."