The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

Next, Penello also walked up to Ye Ting generously and kissed the other side of his face.

The whistles and cheers were louder.

Zhang Qiu almost shed tears of grievance, and she blamed herself even more.

...

So, accompanied by Dumbledore and the two Aurors, Ye Ting came to a small alley in London. The surroundings were very desolate, with only a few shabby-looking offices, a tavern and a car that was almost full. Spilled dump truck.

"It's here." One of the taller Aurors pointed to a dilapidated red phone booth, several pieces of glass were missing, and there was a wall that had been smeared in a mess, "You go in first, Ye gentlemen."

In fact, the real entrance to the Ministry of Magic is a small toilet 300 meters away, and those who need to enter the Ministry of Magic must flush themselves down 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 and carefully looked at the phone equipment in the phone booth, frowned, and then immediately stretched out.

The other chubby Auror wanted to squeeze in together, but suddenly, Ye Ting took out his wand and chanted a spell on the surrounding glass, and the surroundings immediately became more spacious.

"What did you do?" The squat Auror pointed at Ye Ting nervously with his wand, but he immediately realized that it was just a traceless stretch spell - Ye Ting only took a second to The phone booth has expanded space without interfering with the original magic in the phone booth.

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

"Ah, sorry." The short and fat Auror put down his wand shyly. He was already terrified by Ye Ting's hand. Even an alchemist, it would take a while to cast a traceless extension spell on a space as big as a phone booth. All day long, and it also interferes with the operation of other spells, which is why the phone booth is still so cramped to this day.

And the child in front of him, it only took one second to complete something that no one else could do. His alchemy level was at least on a par with Dumbledore's - if it was higher, he didn't dare to think about it.

Thinking of this, the Auror couldn't help but fight a cold war. He heard that the person being interrogated this time was only fourteen years old, that is to say, the boy in front of him could be on a par with Dumbledore in alchemy at the age of fourteen. Over time, his achievements may not surpass Dumbledore, and the Ministry of Magic is now asking for such a character to suffer?

Thinking of this, his attitude towards Ye Ting immediately became a lot more respectful. It was no longer the previous respect due to Dumbledore's affection, but the respect and jealousy from the heart.

Dumbledore and the tall Auror also walked into the phone booth one after another, and they were immediately stunned by the scene in front of them. Dumbledore nodded and said happily: "A great traceless extension spell, in this regard you have already Above all, I daresay, Nicole would be proud of you."

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

The two Aurors watched in horror as the pavement outside the phone booth's glass window rose higher and higher until, at last, darkness above them.

"How is that possible?" cried the tall Auror. "How did you do it...I mean, we haven't even called."

"It's just simple alchemy, it's easy to crack." Ye Ting said lightly: "The person who designed this phone booth is really stupid, to put the magic text that controls the operation of the phone booth in the phone booth - just to drive the drive. What's the use of the rune in the Ministry of Magic? Just bypass the drive rune and manually drive it to get it running."

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

Finally, one of the Aurors spoke up: "You shouldn't do this, it will give people a bad impression," he persuaded. If you have a good impression..."

"Who said I'm here to accept the sentence?" 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?"

The Auror was speechless and had to turn his eyes to Dumbledore, but Dumbledore just kept smiling and said nothing, as if he had no idea what had just happened.

The 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 end so easily.

He already had the urge to resign immediately.

0137 Umbridge

After about a minute, the rubbing noise of the phone booth stopped, the door slammed open, Ye Ting stepped out, and found that the exit was surrounded by a group of Aurors.

Each of them held their wands and pointed them in the direction of the phone booth, looking like they were on the verge of an enemy until they saw Dumbledore.

"Oh, so it's you, Professor Dumbledore." The Auror headed up immediately and greeted him, "My subordinates and I have been notified that the Ministry of Magic has been invaded, and someone illegally used the entrance. The phone booth, do you know what's going on?"

"Oh, Scrimgeour first

Health, in fact, I was right next to the phone booth when it was invaded," Dumbledore pointed to Ye Ting and said with a smile, "My students think that the Ministry of Magic's phone booth is too backward, even an underage wizard can The spell that can crack it, and then he demonstrated in front of us how to crack it, in fact, after reading it, I agree with him that it is time for the Ministry of Magic facilities to upgrade, that's all. "

The Auror couldn't believe Dumbledore's words at all. How could an underage wizard do such a thing? He looked at the two Aurors who were going to detain Ye Ting with inquiring eyes.

However, the two subordinates nodded in agreement.

This made Scrimgeour frown.

It wasn't until another Auror named Kingsley came close to his ear and described the identity of the underage wizard in front of him in detail, he suddenly nodded and looked at Ye Ting's eyes. became respected.

"Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Ye, the youngest wizard chess champion, twice won the Merlin Order of Merlin, and the first Animagus of magical creatures." He greeted Ye Ting, "I'm sorry you Gotta go to the courtroom with us, that's the duty, sorry."

Ye Ting nodded lightly and walked forward under the leadership of Scrimgeour, 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 one end of a long splendid hall with a glossy, dark wooden floor. The peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

The walls on all four sides are clad in dark wood planks, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the planks. Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard pops out of one of the fireplaces on the left. And on the right, several people were lining up to leave in front of each fireplace.

In the middle of the foyer is a fountain.

This is a circular pool with a group of solid gold statues erected in the pool, larger than a real person. The tallest of them was a dignified sorcerer, holding his wand high to the sky.

Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf. Centaurs, goblins, and house-elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration. Streams of shining water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrow, from the tip of the goblin's hat, from the house-elf's ears.

There were the sounds of water "ding dong ding dong" and "crashing", the "pop" and "pop" of Apparitioners, and the chaotic footsteps of hundreds of witches and wizards. With the deadly expressions of the mornings on their faces, they strode toward the row of golden doors across the hall.

Ye Ting glanced at the statue in disgust. He knew that at least centaurs would not look at wizards with such eyes. The arrogance of the Ministry of Magic was reflected in this statue.

"Come with me," Scrimgeour walked forward with Ye Ting squeezed among the Ministry of Magic staff, "Your trial is in 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 in a perforated, navy-blue robe, with an uncleanly shaved beard.

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

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

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

"Wand." The security wizard groaned at Ye Ting, put down the golden thing, and stretched out his hand.

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

"For safety's sake, I will keep this wand for the time being." The security wizard glanced at Ye Ting and said slowly.

"What? This is out of order!" said one of the Aurors.

Scrimgeour glared at him, but said, "The Ministry of Magic doesn't seem to have a policy of letting untrial wizards turn over their wands."

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

"I'm so sorry." Scrimgeour muttered from his throat, feeling a little embarrassed. He lowered his head and silently walked forward with Ye Ting.

In the end, before they could walk a few steps, they were stopped by a group of Aurors, led by a short, fat witch who looked like a big pale toad. She had a broad, slack face, with no neck in sight, a large mouth drooping downward, and her eyes were large, round, and bulging slightly outward.

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

"Wand?" Scrimgeour glared at the witch in front of him, furious like an old lion, "Ms. Dolores Umbridge! This gentleman's wand was taken away by your men just now. Now! What are you going to do?"

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

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