Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

What Hera didn't say is:

In fact, what Nagini is asking for, the way she is doing it...

You will never get it.

On the contrary, she distorted and alienated what should have been normal.

Isn't that what Harley is like?

All this does not come from Mori Yuesha.

It was Nagini.

Chapter 84 Newcomer to the Ministry of Magic

In the abandoned red telephone booth, enter 62442 - corresponding to MAGIC, or through the Floo Network. There are only two ways to enter the Ministry of Magic: the former is for guest treatment, and the latter is the daily life of office workers.

The Ministry of Magic is built underground, and not only that, but also very deep - the reasons for this have been speculated by many people, and the answers are varied. The two most popular ones are:

Either the wizarding ruling class is deliberately avoiding Muggles, or wizards don't have the ability to build a floating Ministry of Magic.

Just think about it, the Ministry of Magic overlooking the earth and floating over the heads of Muggles all the time!

Isn't this exactly what those gentlemen whose nostrils are also on the top of their heads want?

They can spend their long and boring lives chatting with their colleagues while sitting on the bench and looking down at the Muggles they are stepping on.

From that year on, the number of absenteeism from the Ministry of Magic was bound to drop sharply.

But, unfortunately, wizards can't do this.

They couldn't build a Ministry of Magic that would float forever without any problems and that would not cause them any trouble, but would be hidden enough. At least, the sky was not a good option.

After much thought, the only option is underground.

You can dig down without having to wield the shovel yourself; if you build it luxuriously, you will get more tax revenue; and add some leftovers: the attentive service of the elves.

It's even better.

Since the establishment of the Ministry of Magic in the late 17th century, there has been no major chaos. This is the home of wizards and the most important place in the wizarding world. There are countless defensive spells, experienced Aurors, and - there are also many civet cats raised here.

“It’s as solid as a rock.”

Joe Daniel wore a black velvet bowler hat, a dark blue suit with dark patterns, and a dark red and black-spotted Windsor-knot tie around his shirt collar.

He held a square, flat briefcase in one hand, and with the other hand he turned it outward and pressed it inward as his words rose and fell - he had mastered this little technique of using hand movements to attract the listeners' attention.

"Of course. I work on the fifth floor. I'm new." Joe Daniel's face was very clean. Not only had he shaved his beard cleanly, but his lush sideburns were also neatly trimmed. He gently smoothed them down with a fine-tooth comb and sprayed them with a little styling gel.

"The fifth level is dedicated to dealing with wizards from various countries. These are the minimum."

The magic part consists of ten floors - the fifth floor: the Department of International Magical Cooperation. It includes the International Magical Trade Standards Association, the International Magical Law Office, and the International Confederation of Magicians - British Branch.

These wizards who are in charge of diplomacy or trade auditing have one particularly consistent detail: they are probably the group of people who pay the most attention to their image in these ten floors.

"I hope the notification you received wasn't 'Five', or I'll have to change my nickname 'Adonis'."

Joe Daniel made a little joke to the man sitting next to him - he had bumped into him coming out of the bathroom a few minutes ago.

As luck would have it, this guy, who looks so good that even a male like me can admire him, is actually a newcomer.

"Yes, someone will take you and give you a 'detailed' introduction. It's nothing special." He subconsciously touched his face to check if his temples were messy because of his excitement. "In general, if you are ambitious, go to "two" and "three"; if you want to enjoy a comfortable life, go to "six" and "seven."

The second tier is the Department of Law Enforcement, arguably the largest department in the Ministry of Magic: the Director has enormous power.

Above that... is the Minister of Magic.

What's more, Aurors belong to the Department of Law Enforcement. In addition, there are also some miscellaneous offices such as prohibiting the misuse of Muggle items and prohibiting the misuse of magic.

Obviously it represents power and authority. Of course, it is also dangerous.

Third floor, Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.

There is no need to explain this level.

The current Minister of Magic: Cornelius Oswald Fudge was once the head of the Ministry.

As he spoke, Joe Daniel pointed to the translucent magic flag floating above everyone's head in the public hall to the newbie beside him - the image of a minister gazing into the distance with a serious look came to life.

"Sixth and Seventh, the Department of Magical Transportation and Magical Games and Sports - there's a bit of money there," Joe Daniel raised an eyebrow oddly, "but there's no status. Who wants to listen to a bunch of old guys who are in charge of brooms and Gobstones (pinballs) all day? If you want to be free, these two floors are the best."

After being explained by the enthusiastic diplomat, the newcomer had a general idea.

"Don't go to the fourth floor." Daniel warned him seriously: "The Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. It has great power, but it is involved in all kinds of trivial matters. The Centaur Liaison Office, the Goblin Liaison Office, the Alien, Pest, Ghost, Beast Advisory Office and the Dangerous Animal Disposal Committee, the Werewolf Registry, the Dragon Research Bureau, the House-Elf Resettlement Office-"

The middle-aged man exaggeratedly drew two circles in front of his eyes with his forearm, one large and one small. He pointed at the small circle and said, "Your harvest."

Then he pointed to the big circle: "You are in charge of the troublesome matters."

Even the Muggles have to be taken care of.

"There's not much to say about the rest. My floor is the best. It's not particularly idle, but it's better than the best and worse than the worst. The treatment in other aspects is very high, but... you have to have it," Joe Daniel lowered his voice: "It seems that you don't have it, so you can't get in, do you understand what I mean?"

The eighth floor was where they were brushing shoulders with countless people.

This is the main hall.

The starting point is magnificent, with fireplaces on both sides: from time to time, a man or woman, some slovenly or some well-dressed, walks out from the extinguished flames. Guests and office workers must enter from here.

There is a fountain in the center of the spacious hall.

"Made of pure gold."

Joe Daniel is not a big fan of fountains and fountain sculptures. "It's ostentatious."

Ninth floor, Department of Mysteries.

There is little that can be said about this level.

Daniel told him mysteriously that everything about the ninth floor was considered top secret in the Ministry of Magic.

"The Silent Ones," he told the curious newcomers. "Those stationed and conducting research there are collectively called Silent Ones. I heard that they study time, death, outer space, and emotions."

“My colleagues and I wonder if they are abstaining from meat.”

The last floor, the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic: the Court of Judgment.

As the name suggests.

"Generally speaking, newcomers don't have the power to decide which department they go to." As they were about to reach the elevator, Daniel finally gave this handsome guy, who he had just met once, some internal details - they would be colleagues sooner or later, and maybe he could even expand his social circle. "But generally speaking..."

He tugged at his black briefcase, and his other hand stopped moving. Instead, he lowered his round hat on his head, and his voice became softer and softer as the crowd gathered: "There will be a test and an interview-like question: It's very simple, you just need to work backwards."

"The answer to the question is derived from the answer to the number of layers."

He suddenly changed direction: "Suppose you want to go to the Department of Magical Games and Sports -"

The newcomer smiled and said, "I love those interesting sports." He spoke in a very mellow and steady voice, "I also love those energetic children and like the way they run on the field. I know the sports, competition system and process very well." The man thought for a moment and added, "I am also very patient, have experience in organizing small competitions, and am good at dealing with people."

Joe Daniel nodded with satisfaction.

"You don't look like a newcomer at all." He patted the other's broad shoulders - only then did he see the difference. In their department, he was considered a tall and strong 'tough guy'. But compared to this newcomer, he was like a naughty bowtruckle in front of a fire dragon...

This guy must be nearly two meters tall?

Look at the latitude of this arm...

"You really should have studied to be an Auror when you were younger, sir. Your size alone would have provided enough of an intimidating presence."

The face is still so perfect.

Joe Daniel felt a little jealous in his heart.

"Okay, don't forget me anyway. When you officially start working, come to the fifth floor to have tea with me." He came to the elevator and said goodbye to the man: "Do you know which floor to report to? The letter to you should have said--"

"I'll take another look around, and then go to the first floor."

The tall, dark-skinned newcomer gentlemanly opened the iron gate of the old-fashioned elevator for him and gestured for him to come in. "I'll take a look around. I heard that the minister's office, his assistants, advisors, and even the senior deputy minister are all on that floor."

Joe Daniel swallowed.

Didn't see...

This is still a new person with connections.

"Don't forget me when the time comes." After teasing a few words, he nodded to the man and entered the elevator.

After the fence was closed, the old elevator made a few metallic friction sounds. Daniel bowed to him through the iron fence, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed at himself: "Joe Daniel, sir, what's your name?"

The dark-skinned newcomer in a suit and tie nodded in return:

"I am Imhotep."

“Have a nice day.”

Chapter 85

The security system on the first floor is a little stricter.

Probably, it will take a few seconds longer than entering here.

He was wearing a straight black suit that was bulging with muscles, with high eyebrows and deep eyes, a nose as cold as a cliff, and lips of appropriate thickness that were slightly drooping.

Just like the secret agents in the movies, the man also wore a black earphone on his left ear.

"Is everyone taking their own actions these days?"

"I guess you mean Nagini." Imhotep looked around in a confused manner, "Strictly speaking, it's not revenge for your sister."

Although Ansuna was acting as an 'emotional guide' for the maids at home, they actually still treated her as a little sister - including Imhotep. These two old guys who lived three thousand years ago liked her very much.

Ok?

Hera didn't care about Nagini's "counter-force", nor did she care about the personal relationships of her servants.

She only cared about whether Mori Yuesha was having fun and whether the servants' "activity" would disturb her.

"I stopped Arrietty." Imhotep said. "I wasn't as reckless as them." He thought for a moment and added: "At least before the witch gave the order..."

"If I find any traces of the goblin army around you, I won't make a sound."

Arrietty's group of fairies rarely left any survivors wherever they went. If Hera had noticed them, she would not have tried to stop them.

I can't persuade him anyway.

"I'm curious about why you chose to come to the Ministry of Magic at this time. Apart from the part about Nana..."

Imhotep touched his bald head and laughed foolishly.

"Maybe we can get some from here... Ansuna also likes it..."

really.

The bad high priest also started.

Arrietty had corrupted another.

Hera laughed: "I should pay more attention to your position next time, so that I can intercept you at the right time."

"…What's the meaning?"

It seemed that Imhotep didn't understand at all.

"Why don't you just blow up Gringotts? You've been there anyway."

“…I want to live a little longer.”

Not to mention whether the chaos would disturb the witch's leisure time, Ansuna alone...

"You have the strength to use it on our three-meter bed. Are you too idle to sleep on it? There is a great sofa in the living room. It is pleasant to be alone, dear priest."

Imhotep twitched his lips.

"You're using the excuse of 'seeking justice' to extort money. You really haven't learned anything from Arrietty."

"That goblin is not that good." Imhotep smacked his lips and said, "I'll just take a look around to see if there's anything interesting here to bring back to Ansuna... It's a legitimate reason anyway."