"Give it," Harry pulled a few black curly hair from the unconscious Rencoon's head and placed it in another bottle of compound decoction, and handed it to Ron.

Ron frowned and drank the bad potion. After a painful change, he turned into a middle-aged man over six feet tall and strong.

"Your clothes are a little small, please change into this set." Harry pulled out an old robe from his donkey's pocket and changed it to Ron.

"You're tall enough now." Harry, who turned into Cartermore, looked up at Ron who stood in front of him like an iron tower.

"Give me the proof coins of Rencoen, we can't guarantee when these two guys will wake up," Ron said.

"I'll give them coma potion, and they will definitely not wake up within three hours." Harry said, "Be ready to go, it's nine o'clock."

The two walked out of the alley together. They walked fifty meters along the crowded sidewalk, where there were two black pointed fences clamped on the steps, saying "male" and "female".

"Fortunately we didn't become women." Ron muttered.

Harry and Ron walked down with some strangely dressed men and seemed to come to an ordinary underground public toilet with dirty black and white tiles sticking to the walls.

"Good morning, Reggie!" A witch in a navy blue robe said to Harry, stuffing the golden certificate coin into a slit on the door and entering a small compartment. "It's so fucking annoying, right? We have to come to work like this! Does Minister Malfoy doubt anyone would sneak into the Ministry of Magic?"

The witch laughed loudly at her silly words, and Harry forced to laugh twice.

"Hey," he said, "it's stupid enough. Isn't it?"

He and Ron entered the adjacent cubicle.

The sound of flushing sounded on both sides of Harry. He looked through the gap under the partition and happened to see Yijiu's boots crawling into the toilet next door. He looked at the left again and saw Ron blinking at him in shock.

"Want to rush myself in?" Ron asked in a low voice, his voice low and hoarse.

"It seems that's the case." Harry replied in a low voice.

Both of them stood up straight. Harry crawled into the toilet and felt ridiculous.

He knew he had done it right at once. Although he seemed to be standing in the water, his shoes, feet and robe were dry. He reached out to a zipper rope and immediately rushed out of a fireplace through a short slide. He came to the Ministry of Magic.

He got up clumsyly, and the hall was a little dim. A huge black stone statue occupied the center, which was very terrifying. Such a giant stone statue, a witch and a witch sat on a gorgeously carved throne, looking down at the Ministry of Magic staff rolling out of the fireplace. The bottom of the stone statue was engraved with several large words one foot high: Magic is power.

Harry was hit hard behind his leg: a witch had just flew out of the fireplace.

"Don't block the way. Is it OK!"

A bald witch pushed Harry without hesitation.

Ron grabbed the witch, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, sorry, Mr. Rencoon." The bald witch, who was very rude to Harry, was obviously afraid of the person Ron pretended to be now - Rencoon.

The bald witch walked away in panic.

"This identity is indeed very useful." Ron whispered to Harry.

The wizard who came in behind looked at the two men strangely, as if he thought it was very strange for them to stand together.

Harry looked at the statue in the middle of the hall.

"Oh, it's so funny... it's scary, right?" Ron said, seeing Harry still staring at the statue. "Did you see what they're sitting on?"

Harry looked carefully and found that the magnificent throne he thought was actually a pile of stone carved human bodies. Hundreds of human bodies: men, women and children, all have a relatively stupid and ugly appearance, and their limbs are twisted and squeezed together, supporting the handsome wizard in a robe.

"Those are Muggles," Ron whispered, "the Dark Age wizard sculpture style. Muggles are where they should be. Hurry, let's go."

They merged into the wizards and walked towards the golden gate at the end of the hall, scanning around as unobtrusively as possible. They walked through the golden gate to a smaller hall. They saw people lined up in front of the golden fence gates of twenty elevators. As soon as they were lined up in the nearest line, a voice said, "Cartmore!"

They turned around. The Ministry of Magic next to them all lowered their eyes and stopped talking. Harry could feel fear spreading among them. The man's gloomy and slightly cruel face was not very compatible with his gorgeous and flowing robe inlaid with gold wire. Someone in the team beside the elevator shouted flatteringly: "Good morning, McNeill!" He ignored him.

"I asked someone from the Magic Repair and Maintenance Office to repair my office, Cartermore, and it was raining all the time in the house."

Harry looked around, as if he wanted someone to interrupt, but no one said anything.

"It's raining...in your office? That--that's really bad, isn't it?"

Harry smiled nervously, and McNeil's eyes widened.

"You find it fun, do you, Cartermore?"

"No," said Harry, "of course not-"

"McNeil, everyone is a colleague, don't be so aggressive." Ron stood up to smooth things over.

McNeil looked at Ron strangely, "This is really strange. Lenton, you actually talk to this guy who is as timid as a mouse."

"Uh, I'm in a good mood today," Ron said.

"Well, you have a good attitude," McNeil said. "But I'm in a bad mood - Alex can go to the field, but I have to sit in the rainy office because of an incompetent person like Cartermore, everything is so wet."

"McNeil, everyone will have a chance." Ron was confused, so he could only answer with a sharp tongue.

"You're right, I'll have a chance." McNeil suddenly became happy again, "Cartmore, you're lucky today. I won't care about your rude behavior for the time being. But if my office doesn't dry out for a while, you'll still be in trouble, and you know if it's a big trouble?"

Harry nodded timidly.

The golden fence door in front of them opened, and McNeill turned to another elevator, nodded to Ron before leaving, and showed a disgusting smile.

Harry and Ron walked into an elevator, and they also enjoyed the same treatment as McNeill - no one dared to follow in.

The fence door slammed and the elevator began to rise.

"Harry, what should we do? Are we going to separate?" Ron said. "McNeil wants you to go to his office."

"Let's go together."

"But we don't know where his office is!" (To be continued)

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Chapter completed!