" Mr. Weasley, do you know Mr. Hardy?" Morris asked.
"Of course, he's the current head of the Department of Mysteries." Arthur nodded, but then shrugged. "But you know, we rarely see people from the Department of Mysteries. They're in the deepest levels of the Ministry of Magic, and they almost never come out."
We know each other, but we're not very close.
"I understand." Morris nodded.
Hardy really wanted him to come to the Department of Mysteries, for reasons unknown.
The answer to this question will probably be revealed soon.
Arthur suddenly leaned close to Morris's ear, his voice extremely low, "You joined the Order of the Phoenix, didn't you? I'm a member too."
Morris glanced at him sideways and replied, "Yes, Dumbledore invited me."
Arthur glanced at the Ministry of Magic employees passing by, his expression turning serious.
He said, "I must warn you, this job is probably more dangerous than you think."
"Perhaps," Morris shrugged, "But Dumbledore needs me."
Arthur didn't say anything more.
Just then, the phone booth that Morris had just come out of landed again, and two red-haired figures emerged one after the other.
It's George and Fred.
The two were still shoving each other when they came out of the phone booth, but once they were steady and saw that it was Morris and Arthur, they immediately ran over.
Morris noticed that Fred was carrying a large box.
"This place is really grand." George looked around the hall, his gaze sweeping over the golden fountain.
Arthur glanced at his two troublesome sons, pointed to the witch working diligently beside him, and said, "Go register. Everyone who comes in through the visitor entrance has to do that. You two, don't cause me any trouble."
Fred and George walked over and began talking to the receptionist.
A minute later, the two of them returned happily.
Fred looked at Morris, then belatedly asked, "By the way, Morris, what are you doing here?"
"I was invited to come and visit," Morris said. "And you?"
The Ministry of Magic's purchasing department has placed an order for a shipment.
Fred said this with his head held high and his tone full of pride.
Oh, I see.
Morris was not surprised.
Given the existence of the Surveillance Crystal Ball ball as a precedent, the twins' invention is likely to be highly regarded.
Arthur, supporting Fred's shoulder, asked, "So can you tell me which inventions the Ministry of Magic has ordered? Like that ' Portable Swamp ' you showed us before?"
"Oh, that's not for sale," Fred said with a smile, glancing at George.
"Alright, you're all going to keep this from me, is that right?" Arthur sighed.
"Secrecy is essential," George said matter-of-factly.
Morris listened without interrupting.
He knew that the Weasley Twins made a lot of props, both useful and useless.
Even he, who was usually very close to the two of them, was unaware of many things.
"Ah, Mr. Black, you've come."
A familiar voice came from behind; it was Mr. Hardy.
Hardy was still the same as when we last met, with a round face and black-rimmed glasses, but his sparse brown hair looked even more pitiful, and you could even vaguely see his scalp, which was really hard not to laugh at.
"Just call me Morris," Morris said, "Mr. Hardy."
Hardy adjusted his glasses and gave a friendly smile. "Alright, Morris. Welcome to the Department of Mysteries."
Arthur glanced at his watch, his expression changing slightly.
"Time's almost up, we should go," he said, turning to Morris. "Goodbye, Morris. Contact me anytime if needed."
He led George and Fred toward the row of golden elevators at the far end of the hall.
Fred took two steps, then turned back and waved the box in his hand at Morris. "See you later, we have something else we want to show you."
"See you later." Morris nodded gently.
Three red-haired figures disappeared behind the doors of the golden elevator.
Morris turned to Mr. Hardy. "So, Mr. Hardy, what exactly did you call me here for? It can't really be just for a visit, can it?"
Hardy smiled, a smile that appeared exceptionally gentle on his round face.
"I don't want to lie to you," he said, staring intently at Morris, "I hope you will join the Unspeakable."
Um.
Morris stroked his chin.
In fact, this was within his expectations.
He was invited by Vaughn Hardy when he first met him.
It seems he hasn't given up yet.
"There's no need to rush into a decision," Hardy said casually. "Let's take a look first."
He waved and walked towards the golden elevator ahead.
Morris followed.
The two entered an empty elevator.
The elevators here are not much different from Muggle elevators, but they don't have buttons, and the specific floor layout is marked on the right wall; there are ten floors in total.
The Department of Mysteries is located on the ninth basement level.
" The Department of Mysteries," Hardy said softly.
The elevator began to move slowly.
"How deep is it here?" Morris asked curiously.
After thinking for a moment, Hardy replied, "Very deep."
"Isn't that obvious?" Morris glanced at him.
Hardy laughed. "The depth of the Ministry of Magic has never been precisely measured. I can tell you, the Ministry of Magic has always expanded downwards as new departments appear, layer after layer. The earliest Ministry of Magic only had one basement level."
After he finished speaking, the elevator paused slightly, and the doors opened automatically.
Outside was a dimly lit corridor.
"Come with me," Hardy said.
The two walked slowly forward, and at the end, Morris saw a dark door with no markings or handles.
"This is the entrance." Hardy stepped forward and gently pushed the door open.
Inside was a circular hall with smooth black stone walls. A dozen doors were evenly distributed around the perimeter, and in the center was a large pit where a flame burned, serving as the only source of light.
Morris paced back and forth a few steps, his footsteps echoing hollowly on the floor.
"Is the bottom empty?" he asked.
"The floor here is thinner," Hardy explained, walking over to him and looking at the burning flame in the center. "Below is the trial chamber."
"I see." Morris nodded and asked, "Where should I go next?"
"Pick a room you like," Hardy said. "Normally, these rooms are off-limits to outsiders, but you're an exception."
"Why am I the exception?" Morris asked curiously.
"Let's take a look first," Hardy smiled slightly, "I'll explain slowly."