The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

The bar owner led George, Fred and the others without saying a word, completely ignoring the traffic coming and going on the road, and stepped directly onto the road.

Accompanied by a series of rapid braking sounds, several cars were forced to stop directly.

In a car in front, the driver angrily popped his head out of the car window and wanted to curse the street.

However, when he saw the tall figure of the bar owner and the strange attire of Harry and the others, he shrank back instantly.

"I bet he thinks we're lunatics who just escaped from a mental asylum!"

Feeling a little embarrassed, Harry covered his face with his hands and whispered to Hermione.

Hermione, who also grew up in the Muggle society, naturally felt this way, and she also nodded while covering her face.

"What's there to hide here?"

George and Fred said nonchalantly, and made faces at the driver when they passed by, scaring the driver so much that he almost shrank into the chassis.

Seeing this, George and Fred laughed.

A group of people crossed the road talking and laughing, during which time their weird outfits attracted a large crowd of people who ate melons during the evening rush hour.

Some kind-hearted aunts even came to ask Harry and the others if they had been trafficked, and if they needed to call the police for them.

After all, the bar owner doesn't look like a nice guy.

However, all these concerned eyes disappeared when they approached the abandoned red telephone box.

The crowd who were still concerned about them just a moment ago turned their eyes away and continued to do what they should do.

"Muggle Repelling Curse! That's why these Muggles are like this."

As if wanting to show off his knowledge, Ron said proudly.

But Hermione immediately said:

"Of course I know it's the Muggle Repelling Curse. We've seen it at the door of the Leaky Cauldron when we first entered the wizarding world!"

Ron curled his lips and wanted to continue to say something, but was slapped on the head by George.

"Don't be dazed, just follow!"

After hearing the words, everyone realized that the bar owner had already walked into the telephone booth first, and was still waving inside to signal everyone to follow quickly.

Ron rubbed the back of his head aggrievedly and said:

"Why are we going in there?"

George and Fred obviously wanted to know the answer, and looked at the bar owner in front of them in unison.

"This is a secret passage into the Ministry of Magic." Seeing that the bar owner didn't intend to answer, Harry immediately explained, "Mr. Weasley brought me here when I came here for trial before."

"What? My dad brought you here?"

George and Fred said each other, "We are his own sons, but he never mentioned such a fun thing to us!?"

In the face of George and Fred's complaints, no one will answer them anymore.

After all, everyone knew that Mr. Weasley was right not to tell George and Fred about the passage.

Otherwise, with the temperaments of George and Fred, God knows what disaster they would get into.

But to everyone's surprise, the bar owner, who had been silent since the beginning, also sneered and said:

"Oh! The famous savior Harry Potter, you really have a lot of experience."

Hearing the sarcasm in the bar owner's words, Harry frowned and said:

"That's not as rich as yours, is it? Mr. Weasley told me that this phone booth is an emergency channel for the Ministry of Magic. As a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, it's not surprising that he knew me, but how did you, the bar owner, know?"

"Obviously, you were deceived by that Weasley, boy." The bar owner said nonchalantly, "This phone booth is just a regular passage before the Ministry of Magic popularizes Floo network fireplaces, and there are not a few people who know about it.

Magic's real emergency exit is in a public restroom a few blocks away.

Visitors need to flush themselves down the toilet to reach the Ministry of Magic.

If you don't like to squeeze into the phone booth, I can take you to use that too. "

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of Harry and the others changed.

Especially after seeing George and Fred eager to try, Hermione couldn't hold back in an instant, and directly pushed Harry and Ron into the phone booth and said:

"Quick! Quick! Let's go! I don't want to be flushed down the toilet!"

Under Hermione's urging, everyone squeezed into the small phone booth.

At this time, the bar owner could no longer maintain his composure. He reached for the dial with his arms bent strangely, and dialed a series of numbers with difficulty.

As the dial whirred back to its original position, a woman's indifferent voice sounded in the phone booth:

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and what you are going to do."

"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger..." Harry recited everyone's names very quickly, and then turned to look at the bar owner and said, "Your What's the name?"

The bar owner frowned slightly, and after a little silence, he said:

"Aberforth."

"What about the surname?" Harry asked, "If you want to pass through this phone booth, you must report your real and complete name. You should be clear, right?"

"Of course! Of course! Of course I know!" The bar owner said angrily, "Dumbledore! My name is Aberforth Dumbledore!"

"What? Your last name is Dumbledore, too?"

Harry and the others said in surprise in unison.

Aberforth seemed to have expected this to happen.

He pushed Harry away forcibly, and reported everyone's names to the dial again, and finally said:

"Let's save the world!"

"Thank you," the indifferent female voice sounded again, "Guests, please pick up the badge and put it in front of your clothes."

Immediately, with a jingle, six badges slid out of the metal chute that normally ejects coins.

Everyone's name is clearly engraved on each coin, along with the suffix 'Rescue Mission'.

Aberforth arbitrarily put the badge on the robes of Harry and the others.

"Visitor of the Ministry of Magic, you will need to be checked and register your wand at the security desk. The security desk is at the end of the main hall."

The indifferent female voice spoke slowly.

After all, the ground of the telephone booth trembled suddenly, and the sidewalk outside the glass window rose higher and higher, and finally it became pitch black above their heads, and everyone could only hear some monotonous and harsh grinding sounds.

In the darkness, Harry fluttered his big eyes. He took a few deep breaths, and then he said:

"Aberforth, sorry, can I call you that? After all your last name..."

"Just call it that!" Aberforth said impatiently, "Anyway, I hate it when you call me that last name!"

"Um, alright!" Harry continued with some embarrassment, "Are you and Dumbledore... are Headmaster Dumbledore related? I mean, are you from the same family?"

When Harry spoke, several people had descended into the depths of the Ministry of Magic.

A thin golden light shone into the phone booth, just reflecting Aberforth's cold expression.

"Of course not!" Aberforth said without hesitation, "I have nothing to do with that guy!"

As soon as Aberforth finished speaking, the thin line of golden light gradually widened and expanded to cover their bodies.

Through the narrow glass door of the phone booth, everyone could clearly see a middle-aged man in a black security uniform looking at them blankly.

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant evening."

The indifferent female voice sounded again.

The door of the telephone booth also slammed open.

Immediately afterwards, Aberforth flipped his wrist violently, and a ball of gray-white light hit the middle-aged man's face hard, knocking him out.

Harry, George and others stumbled out of the phone booth.

They gripped their wands tightly and looked around with great vigilance.

However, the huge hall of the Ministry of Magic seemed to be empty except for the middle-aged man, and the fireplace embedded in the four walls was also empty. Only the dark peacock blue ceiling, those golden symbols were still moving non-stop. changing.

"Let's go! There will be no one else here!"

Aberforth said angrily, and walked into the hall first.

Hearing this, Ron frowned tightly and said:

"How did you know?"

"Because it's already five o'clock in the afternoon, after the Ministry of Magic's closing time."

"Even so, don't they have overtime and duty personnel?"

"I can tell you very clearly, no." Aberforth said angrily, "I knew it personally when I came to the Ministry of Magic to handle the procedures for the Pig's Head Bar.

This group of officials from the Ministry of Magic will never work overtime. As long as it is 4:30 in the afternoon, there will be no one in the entire Ministry of Magic except for three or two people who have been sent to the defense class to dawdle. . "

Hearing this, George and Fred's faces were full of envy.

As aspiring young people (tiny capitalists) who are determined to start the "Weasley's Joke Shop", they have long been accustomed to the life of 996, and they never thought that the concept of getting off work on time is implemented to such an extent in this world The unit.

"No wonder everyone wants to work in the Ministry of Magic after graduation!" George and Fred exclaimed, "There is more money and less work! Everyone wants to come!"

Hearing this, Aberforth glanced at them with a trashy look, and then said:

"Don't say these things are gone, let's go!"

After saying that, he took the lead in running past the magic brothers fountain statue composed of extraordinary creatures of various races, and came to the wand checkpoint inside the hall.

During the day, this place is always crowded with a large group of people, appearing busy and irritable.

But at this moment, there was no one there, and even the chair where the wizard at the checkpoint was sitting was gone.

This obviously verified what Aberforth said before.

Or, the unlucky guy who was directly knocked down by Aberforth should have been sitting here in the first place.

They passed through the golden fence gate and came to the elevator unimpeded all the way.

As Aberforth pressed the button, the elevator began to descend immediately.

The sound of chains rubbing against each other was so harsh in the silent and empty Ministry of Magic.

Despite Aberforth's previous assurances, this still made Harry and the others' hearts ache.

However, until the elevator landed, there were no security guards around.

Only the familiar and indifferent female voice reported again:

"Department of Mysteries."

The fence gate was gently opened, and the black gate that Harry had seen several times in his dreams was finally revealed to everyone.

Just like in the dream, a deformed letter M is clearly hung on the door.

...

At the same time, in the Office of the Assistant Minister of Magic on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic.

Link and his party are gathering in front of a huge crystal ball.

What was reflected in the crystal ball was a clear picture of Harry and his party.

"Tsk! How did that old thing get attracted?"

Looking at Aberforth in the picture, Barty Sr. complained very rarely.

Link heard the words and smiled and said:

"It's normal. After all, Dumbledore is his own brother. Although he said that Dumbledore has been kicked out of the family by him on behalf of his parents, in fact, he still has a deep brotherly love!"

"You mean, the bar owner is Dumbledore's younger brother?" Percy said in disbelief when he heard the words, "But...how is this possible?"

"What's impossible?" Old Batty said disdainfully, "Just shave off that old guy's beard, and you will find that he looks almost exactly like Dumbledore!"

Percy instinctively wanted to turn his back on being so slapped by old Batty.

But then he seemed to have remembered something, and glanced at Link quickly, seeing that Link didn't say anything, he lowered his head with a pale face.

Seeing this, Link nodded in satisfaction. It seems that the education given by old Kret had a pretty good effect.

"Okay, now that Harry and the others are in place, are our people ready?"

Link turned his head and looked at Old Batty again and said.

Hearing that old Batty, who had looked contemptuously at Percy before, immediately put on a humble expression, and said very respectfully:

"Scrimgeour has received the news that he has ambushed in the Passage of the Silent Man with the Auror troops, and he can enter the Department of Mysteries through the escape passage at any time.

Mr. Kret's hunter team has also arrived at the Department of Mysteries and is lurking in the Hall of Shadows.

As for the D.A. troops you brought over, they are on standby at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement on the second floor. "

Barty Sr.'s voice paused slightly when he mentioned the D.A. Army.

Link heard the words and said with a smile:

"What dissatisfaction do you have with me leading the D.A. Army in this operation?"

Old Batty's face froze, but finally he gritted his teeth and said:

"Yes, Your Excellency Foley! To be honest, that group of students are not strong in fighting power, and they are not of great benefit to this battle. It seems that you brought them here this time..."

"Looks like you're dying?" Link interrupted the old Batty, "Oh, you won't understand."

After saying that, Link walked out of the Office of the Assistant Minister of Magic first.

Percy, Emily and the others hurried to follow.

Only old Batty looked at this group of people with a sad look from behind.

Old Batty really didn't understand why Link would do this.

You must know that this group of students is the future of the country's magic world, even if Link wants to take the opportunity to train their combat abilities.

But the ultimate battle with Voldemort is the first thing to do, which is too outrageous.

"Ugh--"

With a long sigh, Batty Sr. finally followed at the end of the line.

And the final destination of their trip is Fudge's Office of the Minister of Magic!