The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

Next, Penello also walked openly in front of Ye Ting and kissed him on the other side of the face.

The whistle and cheers grew louder.

Zhang Qiu almost shed tears when she was wronged, and she blamed herself even more.

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So, accompanied by Dumbledore and the two Aurors, Ye Ting came to a small alley in London. The surroundings were very desolate. There were only a few seemingly tattered offices, a tavern and a car that was almost full. Overflowing dump truck.

"Here." One of the taller Aurors pointed to the dilapidated red phone booth, where several pieces of glass were gone, and a wall that had been smeared tightly behind it, "You go in, Ye gentlemen."

In fact, the real entrance of the Ministry of Magic is a small toilet three hundred meters away. Those who need to enter the Ministry must flush themselves into the toilet. But Ye Ting felt that it was stupid and tasteless to enter the Ministry of Magic in this way, so the four came to this emergency entrance.

Ye Ting walked in, carefully looked at the phone equipment in the phone booth, frowned, and then immediately stretched out.

Another chunky Auror wanted to squeeze in together, but suddenly, Ye Ting pulled out his magic wand and said a spell to the surrounding glass, and the surrounding area immediately became spacious.

"What did you do?" The chunky Auror immediately pointed at Ye Ting nervously with his magic wand, but he immediately realized that this was just a non-marking stretch curse—Ye Ting only took a second to switch the phone booth. The space has been expanded without disturbing the original magic in the phone booth.

"I just think the Ministry of Magic's facilities are too backward. This is just a small contribution to the Ministry of Magic's infrastructure. Don't thank me," Ye Ting glanced at him and said faintly: "Also, don't take it. The wand pointed at me, there is no next time."

"Ah, I'm sorry." The chunky Auror put down his wand in a jealous manner. He was already terrified by Ye Ting's hand. Even a master alchemist, it would take a while to cast a traceless extension curse on such a large space as a telephone booth. All day long, it also interferes with the operation of other spells, which is why this phone booth is still so narrow until now.

And the child in front of him completed things that no one can do in just one second, and his alchemy level is at least on the same level as Dumbledore-if it is higher, he can't even think of it at his level.

Thinking of this, the Auror couldn't help but fought a cold war. He heard that the interrogator was only fourteen years old this time. In other words, the boy in front of him was on a par with Dumbledore in alchemy when he was fourteen. In time, his achievements may not surpass Dumbledore. Now that the Ministry of Magic is using such a character to operate, wouldn't it be hard to suffer?

Thinking about this, his attitude towards Ye Ting immediately became respectful a lot. It was no longer the previous respect that hindered Dumbled's affectionate face, but the respect and jealousy from the heart.

Dumbledore and the tall Auror also walked into the phone booth one after another. They were immediately stunned by the scene before them. Dumbledore nodded and happily said: "Awesome Non-marking Extension Curse, in this respect you have already More than everyone, I dare say that Nicol will be proud of you."

Ye Ting shrugged indifferently, and then pointed his magic wand to the microphone and dial. Suddenly, the floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled. They slowly sank into the ground.

The two Aurors watched in horror as the sidewalk outside the glass window of the phone booth rose higher and higher, and finally, there was darkness above their heads.

"How is this possible?" the tall Auror yelled, "how did you do it... I mean, we haven't even called yet."

"It's just a simple alchemy, it can be easily cracked." Ye Ting said lightly: "The person who designed this phone booth is really stupid. He actually put the magic text that controls the operation of the phone booth in the phone booth-just drive the magic. What's the use of text in the Ministry of Magic? Just bypass the driver and manually drive it to make it run."

The two Aurors didn't understand what Ye Ting was talking about, but that didn't prevent them from admiring it.

Finally, one of the Aurors spoke up: "You shouldn't do this, it will give others a bad impression," he persuaded, "The trial is voted by a jury in Wizengamore. If the first If the impression is good..."

"Who said I came to accept the judgment?" Ye Ting glanced at him, as if he had said something ridiculous, "I'm here to complain. The Ministry of Magic actually allowed the dementors to attack me and my classmates. It’s not the first time. Do you really think I have a good temper?"

Auror was speechless, so he turned his gaze to Dumbledore, but Dumbledore just kept smiling and said nothing, as if he didn't know what had just happened.

Auror opened his mouth, and finally gave up further persuasion. He suddenly had an ominous premonition that this time the Ministry of Magic's interrogation of the boy might not be so easy to end.

He already has the urge to resign immediately.

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After about a minute, the rubbing sound stopped when the phone booth sank into the ground, the door opened suddenly, and Ye Ting stepped out and found that the exit had been surrounded by a group of Aurors.

Each of them held a magic wand and pointed it in the direction of the phone booth, looking like an enemy, until they saw Dumbledore.

"Oh, it turned out to be you, Professor Dumbledore." The headed Auror immediately stepped forward and greeted him. "My men and mine were notified that the Ministry of Magic had been invaded and someone used the entrance illegally. Phone booth, do you know what's going on?"

"Oh, Mr. Scrimgeour, in fact, I was there when the phone booth was invaded," Dumbledore pointed to Ye Ting, and said with a smile, "My students think the Ministry of Magic phone booth is too backward, even if it is A minor wizard can crack its spell, and then he demonstrated how to crack it in front of us. In fact, after reading it, I also agree with him that it’s time for the Ministry of Magic’s facilities to be upgraded. ,That's it."

The Auror couldn't believe Dumbledore's words at all. How could a minor wizard do such a thing? He looked at the two Aurors who had gone to detain Ye Ting with questioning eyes.

However, the two subordinates nodded in agreement.

This made Scrimgeour frowned.

It wasn't until another Auror named Kingsley approached his ear and described the identity of the minor wizard in front of him in detail, that he nodded suddenly and looked at Ye Ting's gaze. Become respect.

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Ye, the youngest champion of wizard chess, twice the Merlin Medal, and the first magic creature Animagus." He said hello to Ye Ting, "Sorry. Go to the courtroom with us, where the duties are, sorry."

Ye Ting nodded faintly, and walked forward under Scrimgeour's leadership, while the rest of the Aurors left one after another, leaving only the two who went to Hogwarts to follow them all the way.

They were at the end of a long magnificent hall, on the ground was a dark wooden floor polished brightly. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with glittering golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

The walls on all sides are inlaid with black and shiny dark wooden boards, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden boards. Every few seconds, with a soft "poof", a wizard suddenly emerged from a certain fireplace on the left. On the right, there are several people in line waiting to leave in front of each fireplace.

In the middle of the hall is a fountain.

This is a round water pool with a group of pure gold statues erected in the pool, which is larger than a real person. The tallest of them is a noble wizard, holding his wand high and pointing straight at the sky.

Surrounding him is a beautiful witch, a horseman, a fairy and a house elf. The horseman, the goblin, and the house elves all looked up at the two wizards with infinite admiration. Streams of shining water jets sprayed from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the arrow of the horseman, from the tip of the goblin's hat, and from the two ears of the house elves.

There are "dingdongdingdong" and "crashing" sounds of water, "puffs" and "pops" made by apparitioners, and the messy footsteps of hundreds of witches and wizards. With the lifeless expression on their faces typical of the morning, they strode towards the row of golden doors at the end of the hall.

Ye Ting glanced at the statue in disgust. He knew that at least the horseman would not look at the wizard with such a look. The arrogance of the Ministry of Magic was enough to reflect in this statue.

"Come with me," Scrimgeour and Ye Ting squeezed forward among the staff of the Ministry of Magic. "The place where you are being tried is the tenth courtroom on the tenth floor."

They left the crowd of Ministry staff walking towards the golden gate. At a table on the left, under a sign that says "Security Check", sits a wizard who wears a peacock blue robe and has a very shaved beard.

"I brought a guest." Scrimgeour said, pointing at Harry.

"Come here," the wizard said in a listless tone.

Ye Ting approached him, and the wizard held up a long golden rod, as thin as a car antenna, and very resilient. He used it to sweep Ye Ting's chest and back from top to bottom.

"Magic wand." The security wizard screamed at Ye Ting, put down the golden thing, and stretched out his hand.

Ye Ting took out a purple magic wand and handed it to the wizard. It was his first magic wand. The two Aurors looked at Ye Ting in surprise, but did not speak.

"For safety's sake, I will keep this magic wand temporarily." The security wizard glanced at Ye Ting and said slowly.

"What? It's not compliant!" one of the Aurors lost his voice.

Scrimgeour glared at him, but also said, "It seems that the Ministry of Magic has no rules for letting wizards who have not been tried to hand in their wands."

"This is the order of the Minister of Magic." The security wizard replied lazily, "If you have any questions, please file a complaint with the Minister directly."

"I'm really sorry." Scrimgeour murmured from his throat, feeling a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and silently led Ye Ting forward.

But before they took a few steps, they were stopped by a group of Aurors, headed by a short and fat witch, who looked like a pale toad. She has a wide, flabby face, her neck is invisible, and a big mouth is drooping downwards. Her eyes are large, round, and slightly protruding outwards.

"Mr. Ting Ye," the witch said in a shrill and thin voice that made a fuss like a little girl, "please hand over your magic wand."

"Wand?" Scrimgeour glared at the witch in front of him, and said furiously like an old lion, "Ms. Dolores Umbridge! This gentleman's wand was just taken away by your people. Now! What else do you guys do?"

Then, he looked at the Aurors behind Umbridge: "Why are you here? Didn't I give any other mission orders?"