Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue (

The two went through the gate and came to a smaller hall over there.

There are at least twenty elevators there, blocked by refined golden gates.

There are many Ministry of Magic employees who are waiting for the elevator around. Rita Skeeter is surprised that Tonks seems to have a good relationship with these wizards, which makes her more aware of "Miss Dare Auror". It's a level, maybe this is the reason why the two are both C-level.

In her impression, most of the Ministry of Magic Aurors are difficult to communicate, and many magic employees do not feel very good about the Aurors in private.

However, Nifadora Tonks was obviously an accident, she was too enthusiastic.

"Are you late again today, Tonks?" a witch said, winking at Tonks with a smile.

"Oh no, I'm on a mission to **** the informant." Tonks said confidently, without the slightest amount of caution that a confidential worker should be.

"An Auror's informant?" The witch glanced at Rita. "This is a rare thing. I didn't expect that besides arresting people, you will start to adopt outside informant information now? This should also be the expansion of your Auror office. The planning link is really enviable."

Since the Ministry of Magic launched the Werewolf Project some time ago, the Auror Office is undoubtedly the department that has benefited most.

In the eyes of many people, according to the expansion speed of the Auror office, sooner or later their floor would have to be expanded again by magic.

With the sound of Ding Ding Dangdang and clicking, an elevator descended in front of them.

The golden fence door slid slightly open, and Rita, Tonks and other magic employees walked into the elevator together. Rita was sure if she called for help at this time, perhaps these wizards would not pay attention to her. Will draw out the wand to assist Tonks.

In fact, until now, Rita hadn't figured out whether to turn back in front of the Minister of Magic and the Auror Office Director.

In the long history of the magic world, the Ministry of Magic never seemed to have a precedent for sheltering important witnesses.

In contrast, the degree of penetration of a certain "mysterious organization" around the world is still a mist.

Just as Rita was engaged in the final psychological struggle, the fence door slammed shut.

The elevator slowly rose, the chain creaked, and the indifferent woman's voice she had heard in the phone booth rang again.

"On the seventh floor, the Department of Magical Sports, including the headquarters of the British and Irish Quidditch Alliance, the official Gobstone Club, and the Office of Comic Products Patent."

The elevator door opened, and Rita caught a glimpse of a chaotic corridor with various Quidditch team posters stumbling on the wall. A wizard holding a flying broom squeezed out from the elevator and disappeared in the corridor.

The door closed, the elevator closed, and the elevator shook slightly and continued to rise. The woman's voice announced:

"The sixth floor, the Magic Transportation Department, including the Floo Network Management Bureau, the Flying Broom Management and Control Bureau, the Door Key Office, and the Apparition Test Center."

The door of the elevator was opened again, and four or five wizards walked out.

At the same time, several paper airplanes swish into the elevator. Rita looked up and watched them flying slowly around his head. Their color was a light purple. Rita also saw the "Ministry of Magic" stamp on the sides of the wings.

"That's a note for passing messages between departments. That's right, you should have seen an upgraded version of it."

Tonks introduced in a low voice, his eyes wandering on the paper planes, the paper elves of the Tianming Group were much more delicate than this.

"I used to use owls, but the mess is incredible...the desk is full of feces..."

The elevator creaked up again, and the notes flew around the lamp hanging from the ceiling of the elevator.

"The fifth floor, the Department of International Magic Cooperation, including the International Magic Trade Standards Association, the International Magic Law Office, and the British Chapter of the International Wizards Federation."

The door opened, and two notes flew out with a few wizards, but a few notes flew in, flying around the lamp above them, making the light flicker. .

"The fourth floor, the Department of Fantastic Animal Management and Control, including the Office of Beasts, Alien and Ghosts, Fairy Liaison Office and Pest Advisory Office."

"I'm sorry, please let me." said the witch who had spoken to Tonks before.

She stepped out of the elevator, and a small group of notes flew out. The elevator door slammed shut again.

"The third level, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, including the Reversal of Incidental Magical Events Team, the Memory Cancellation Command, and the Muggle Mediation Committee."

At this level, almost everyone went out, this time only Tonks and Rita were left in the elevator.

The elevator swayed up again, and the remaining notes continued to circle the lights, then the door opened, and the voice announced:

"The second level, the Magic Law Enforcement Department, including the Office of Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, Auror Command and Wisengama Management Agency."

"We are here, Rita," Tonks said happily.

The two got out of the elevator and came to a corridor with doors on both sides.

Turning a corner and passing through two heavy oak doors, they entered a messy and noisy open area divided into many small compartments, where there was a lot of talk and laughter, and it was extremely lively. The note conveying the message flew in and out of the cubicle, like miniature rockets.

A sign hung askew on the nearest cubicle: Auror Command.

This is the violent agency of the Ministry of Magic, a mysterious forbidden zone second only to the Department of Mysteries in the eyes of news people.

Since Rita joined the Daily Prophet, she has never dug up any news from the Aurors. This is almost the biggest obsession in her career as a journalist. As of this year, the Ministry of Magic has told her 451 times that they Will not comment on Auror's top secret work.

Even the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" reminded her again and again not to provoke the law enforcers of the wizarding world.

It's just that everything has changed since she was captured during a secret visit to the headquarters of "The Devil" a few months ago.

Not surprisingly, the first cut of the "organization" was to fall on top of the original Auror headquarters.

"Hey, Tonks, you came very punctually today—"

At the entrance of the Auror Command Department, leaning against a tall, bald, dark-skinned wizard.

Kingsley Shaker smiled and waved, his eyes turned to Rita Skeeter who was following Tonks.

"You are Miss Rita Skeeter from the Daily Prophet, right? From here, I will take over. Mr. Scrimgeour and Mr. Fudge will arrive later. I will take you to the small office to rest... ... Tonks, if you can be so punctual every day... forget it..."

Kingsley glanced at Tonks who was yawning, and sighed helplessly.

Before he could finish the rest of the story, the youngest Auror Nova had already consciously slipped to her position.

Aurors are mostly unruly, but most of the newcomers are more cautious at first, trying to have a better performance.

Except...Miss Nifadora Tonks, in less than half a year's work, she has completed the psychological transformation of the elite Auror.

Her "old fritters" speed in the Auror Headquarters directly set the record of previous Aurors. Of course, it also corresponds to her outstanding performance in various field work-as a newcomer to Hogwarts A graduate of, when she was traveling with other Aurors, her tactical literacy and magical synergy did not look like a freshman, but more like an Auror veteran who had worked for a year or two.

"Well, Miss Skeeter, come here—"

Kingsley shook his head helplessly, ignoring the guy who started to transform into a pillow.

"For a pleasant conversation between us, please don't take photos or secretly extract documents in the headquarters..."

As she followed Kingsley through the corridor to the small office, Rita looked around quietly.

Rita Skeeter had never seen the inside of the Auror Command.

In fact, most people in the magic society, even many employees of the Ministry of Magic, rarely have the opportunity to come to this level~www.readwn.com~ In many people’s imagination, this place should be the kind of murderous and nervous. The stern, or unsmiling, serious atmosphere—of course, this impression is largely due to the sporadic news reports of Rufus Scrimgeour in the magic society.

Of course there are also actions by some elite Aurors.

In particular, the elimination of the dark wizard gangs and the surprise tax inspections some time ago have deepened this stereotype.

However, from now on, it seems that people like Tonks are the mainstream of the Auror Command of the Ministry of Magic?

This is divided into many small compartments, and each Auror has a place to work.

The Aurors have plastered things on the walls of their cubicles, from the portraits of wanted wizards, to pictures of their family members, to posters of their favorite Quidditch team, and the Daily Prophet. The cut-off articles on this article are really diverse and all-encompassing.

A man in a purple robe with a ponytail on the back of his head looked extremely garish. He stilted his boots on the table and was dictating a report to his quill.

Going a little further, a witch with one blindfolded eye is harassing Tonks who wants to sleep through the cubicle.

In the deeper area, the range of joy and discord seemed to dim a lot with the light.

Rita Skeeter noticed that although the Aurors over there were equally relaxed, there seemed to be a familiar and uncomfortable atmosphere around them.

And there is another point that is different from the Aurors in the "first half". In addition to the wizard wanted warrants, most of these Auror cubicles in the "second half" also posted some fierce-looking magical animals, or Hideous traces, and...

Struggling and howling... Photos of werewolves.

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