There was some emotion in the woman's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Debt collection?"

Harry responded, "Well, the Ministry of Magic owes me money."

"Okay." The female voice responded hesitantly, "Thank you, both guests, please take the badges and wear them on your chest."

With a series of rustling sounds, a crisp and pleasant sound was heard, and the coin slid out of the coin return port of the phone and stayed in the slot.

Harry picked up a square copper badge with fresh traces of the Transfiguration Charm on it. "Albus Dumbledore" was written in golden letters, with the word "Accompany" in small letters below the name.

Harry handed it over and picked up another one, which had his name on it, and the visiting matter underneath, which read "Trial, Visit to the Minister".

They put their badges on.

The female voice then reminded, "Guests from the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security desk and register your wand. The security desk is at the end of the main hall."

The telephone booth shook, and like the subway track at Gringotts, it sank rapidly with a whoosh. In the blink of an eye, the sunlight coming in from outside became dim and disappeared in an instant, and it sank into the ground with Dumbledore and Harry.

After a moment.

A blinding golden light pierced over, as if it was going to gouge out their eyes.

Ding Dong sound——

As Harry adjusted to the light, the elevator gave a signal, and with a click, the door in front of them opened.

They walked out.

Outside was a large, magnificent hall with a shiny, clean, reflective dark floor. The ceiling was the same structure as Hogwarts, cast with powerful magic, and countless ancient runes flowed on it, casting a new protective spell every second.

There are fireplaces on the walls on both sides of the hallway, the left one is the entrance and the right one is the exit.

In the center of the hall stood a group of pure gold statues - the hall's magnificent feeling came from them. The statues were much larger than the real ones, and the handsome human wizard in the center was holding a magic wand high like a torch, illuminating the way ahead in the heavy fog.

The wizard was surrounded by a beautiful witch, a brave and loyal centaur, a fawning goblin, and a tiny and pitiful house-elf.

Clear water streamed out from the tips of wands, the tops of arrows in the hands of centaurs, the hats on goblins' heads, and the ears of house-elfs, making a clear and pleasant sound.

A wizard came over, threw a few coins in, clasped his hands together and prayed, then left in a hurry.

This seems to be a wishing fountain.

As they approached, Harry saw a wooden sign in the corner that was almost invisible. It was stained and out of place in the clean hall. The words on it were blurred. It took him a while to recognize the words: "All proceeds from the Magical Brotherhood Fountain are donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries."

"Will they really donate it?" Harry wondered.

There were a lot of coins in the fountain, a large amount of Silver Sickles, followed by Copper Knuts, and a few but vaguely some Gold Galleons.

"At least that's what it says," Dumbledore replied quietly.

They didn't stop in front of the fountain, but just passed by.

After passing through the long hall and brushing shoulders with the busy crowd, I arrived at a remote passage. It was not as grand as the passage for Ministry of Magic staff. It was just an ordinary wooden door. In front of the door was a table with a wooden sign on it that read "Security Check".

The person in charge of this post is a wizard who wears a peacock blue robe and dresses himself meticulously.

He was holding a newspaper, with a pot of tea and a few plates of snacks in front of him, and he was completely unaware of the two people approaching.

"Ahem." Dumbledore coughed heavily.

The wizard put down the newspaper impatiently: "Guest, huh? Come closer..."

He stopped talking halfway. He saw the two people coming and stood up with a bang. His attitude became respectful: "Mr. Dumbledore and Mr. Potter, it's you two."

He stepped out from the table and waved his wand, causing a metal rod to fly from under the table into his hand.

"Please stand still and let me check you."

He raised the thin metal rod and swept it towards Harry.

"Don't worry, this is just to check if there is any danger to you two..." Before he could finish his words, the metal rod vibrated violently.

"Mr. Potter?" The wizard stared at Harry's waist in horror.

Harry untied his pockets. "I'm not sure what you mean by danger."

He pulled the snake bone sword from his pocket.

The metal rod vibrates more violently.

"What, what is this?" The wizard swallowed hard.

"A long sword forged from basilisk bones and venom." Harry introduced it briefly. "Is it considered a dangerous item?"

The wizard nodded with difficulty: "Of course."

"So, are these all counted?" Harry continued to take things out and took out a bottle of dark purple liquid.

"The venom of the Acromanthus giant spider. This is not obtained illegally. You know there is a nest of Acromanthus giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest."

"This is basilisk venom." He took out another bottle of dark green liquid.

"This is the juice of dragon blood vine." Another bottle of deep red juice.

"This is Neville's failed potion."

The wizard was a little numb.

Watching Harry take out one dangerous item after another, he turned his head blankly and looked at Dumbledore for help.

Is Hogwarts so dangerous now?

"There shouldn't be anything else?" Harry frowned and looked at the dozen or so things on the table. After displaying them, he put them away one by one.

"Mr. Potter, these things need to be kept with me." The wizard spoke hesitantly and put forward his opinion.

Harry said nothing, looking at him.

"This is the rule of the Ministry of Magic." The wizard emphasized.

Harry spoke softly to remind her: "For Professor Dumbledore's sake, I will cooperate with you, but please don't make things unpleasant, okay?"

The wizard's heart skipped a beat and he looked at Dumbledore pleadingly, his eyes full of help.

"Don't worry, I won't let Harry go too far." Dumbledore kindly comforted him.

The wizard looked dejected.

You have already set your stance and think Mr. Potter will definitely make a scene, right?

What kind of people are you Gryffindors?

If I don't put these dangerous goods away, what's the point of this inspection? Just looking at Mr. Porter putting these things out shows how dangerous he is?

He thought to himself that maybe, just maybe, all the descriptions about Mr. Potter in the Daily Prophet were false, except for the fact that he was "dangerous".

"Mr. Potter," the wizard tried, finally pleading.

Harry said nothing.

It's unlikely that a witcher would hand these things over - except in certain special circumstances.

The wizard put away the thin metal rod and waved his wand again. A scale flew out and landed on the table. "Then please register your wands."

The two remained unmoved.

"Mr. Dumbledore?" The wizard looked at the one who was most likely to speak.

"I don't think that's necessary, is it?" Dumbledore smiled and gently refused.

Harry looked at Dumbledore, thoughtfully.

Dumbledore gave him a meaningful look in return.

The wizard sighed and tightened his grip on his wand.

These wizards with extraordinary powers are so difficult to serve!

"Well, that's all," the wizard muttered. "Once again... welcome both of you, Mr. Dumbledore and Mr. Potter."

He had particular difficulty in pronouncing the word "welcome".

They walked through the gate and into a wide, more crowded lobby. There were more than twenty elevators on both ends. Golden fence doors were locked outside the corridor before the elevators descended to prevent anyone from accidentally falling in the crowded crowd.

"Dumbledore, and Harry." Someone squeezed over and greeted them.

"Uncle Arthur, coming to work just now?" Harry responded to his greeting.

"Oh, something happened." Arthur was holding a pile of documents in his arms, the outermost of which was a map with dense red dots on it. "In the past three months, there have been a lot of reports about Muggle vehicles flying in the sky. This matter has even been reported in the Muggle news!"

"What are they called... UFOs!"

"It is suspected that Sirius is still using his flying motorcycle."

As he spoke, he leaned over to the two of them and lowered his voice as much as possible: "Of course, we all know that it's not, Harry, you..."

"I know, I'll talk to the Hat." Harry nodded.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief: "Now, I have to worry about how to deal with this matter."

"Make way!"

"Make way!"

Suddenly someone shouted, and a skrewt suddenly appeared in the crowd, swishing its tail and sparks crackling.

"Faint on the ground!" People around were chanting spells, but the spells were bounced back when they hit the shell.

Dumbledore looked at Harry.

Harry pulled out his wand and used a Transfiguration spell to bind it, exposing its soft abdomen, Arthur took the opportunity to hit it with a stunner, but it didn't have much effect.

"The spell is useless, we have to use the water of life and death!" A voice came from the ground.

From his pocket, a bottle of potion floated out, and just like the night of the Triwizard Tournament, he forcefully poured the potion into the creature's mouth.

After a while, it fell into a deep sleep.

"Oh, thank you so much." The man who was trampled by the crowd struggled to get up, took out a pocket, and tried hard to put the blasting-end skrewt back in. "The quality of the traceless stretching charm pocket given by the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures is too poor!"

"Damn it, there's no room... Mr. Dumbledore! Mr. Potter!"

"I don't think either of us will get into the pocket." Dumbledore said jokingly, "The purpose of our visit this time is not the Department for the Control of Magical Creatures."

The wizard took a deep breath and looked at Harry, his eyes evasive and timid: "Oh, sorry, I just didn't expect to meet you."

Ding Dong!

A lift descends.

The wizard hurried over there: "See you again if we're lucky. I have something else to do..."

He never finished his farewell.

Just watched Harry, Dumbledore and Arthur walk in.

He made it to the fourth floor, then hurriedly escaped, dragging the bag.

"It seems that everyone in the Ministry of Magic is afraid of me." Harry concluded concisely.

The officials from the Ministry of Magic around nodded slightly, indicating that they agreed with this statement.