{Appartion zone, The Ministry Atrium, Ministry of Magic, London}
{30th Oct 1991}
{Rigel's POV}
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I stumbled slightly as the squeezing sensation was replaced by weightlessness. Suddenly, the next mont, I felt my feet collide with the hard marble. My stomach churned, but I still managed to move away from the marked zone. The journey lasted an instant, but the aftereffects of sudden displacent kept my gut rumbling.
"You kids okay?" Alia asked as she turned around to look at us. I shared a look with Susan, who had a similar pensive and pale complexion, and answered for both of us.
"Yeah, we'll be okay."
"Good, let's go. We don't have much ti. We need to go through the main entrance because your wands need to be registered." Alemia replied as she began moving.
I forced myself to move and, at the sa ti, put so pressure on my stomach.
"Why do we need to register our wands?" I asked, curious about the security protocols in place.
"They note your wand's specifications to verify your identity, as all the wandmakers in London are supposed to provide the Ministry with the list of your wand purchases. At the sa ti, your mana signature would be recorded, which could be used to identify any mischief, so do keep your wand and not cast any spells." She turned around to warn slightly.
I nodded to her warning, though my thoughts dove into a different direction, 'How did Lucius and others manage to sneak in and use all those dark spells in the atrium then? I'm sure the Ministry would have their mana signatures on record... no, wait, Lucius and others were caught, right, and sent to Azkaban?'
The original plot wasn't that hard to rember. I'm probably confusing it with sothing else. As I was lost in my thoughts, we arrived at the atrium. The Ministry of Magic Atrium was a grand and imposing space, serving as the central hub of the wizarding governnt. It included a vast, marble-floored area with high ceilings supported by towering pillars. The atmosphere is both impressive and intimidating, with golden statues adorning the walls and a sense of authority perating the air.
At the center of the atrium is a magical fountain, which serves as a focal point of the room. The fountain features a statue of a witch and a wizard, both carrying wands and standing atop a plinth adorned with runes and symbols. The fountain's waters dance and shimr, adding to the enchanting ambiance of the space.
Seeing my gaze stuck on the symbolic statue, Alia explained, "The statue is a symbolic piece of art. The witch holds a scroll, representing knowledge and law, while the wizard brandishes a wand, symbolizing power and magic."
"Yeah, I'm not focused on that. I get why so many pureblood sympathizers are still present; when you depict muggles as nothing but a base we stand upon, muggle-borns automatically lose value, no?" I questioned as my gaze focused on the hundreds and hundreds of naked bodies, n, won, and children, all with rather stupid, ugly faces, twisted and pressed together to support the weight of the handsoly robed wizards.
"Those are not muggles..." Alia replied, though she didn't continue speaking, which proves my point.
"Well, they are human, even if sowhat disfigured. They aren't witch and wizards, as depicted by the statue. So what are they, if not muggles?" My question remained unanswered as I looked at the statue. Within the disfigured ss of humans, I could sotis see different silhouettes of goblins, centaurs, and other magical beings.
'That I already knew, but the statue wasn't clearly shown in the movie, and it was only depicted in a book description. One clearly is not enough to generate this vivid image.'
My question clearly caught Alia off guard, as she continued to stare at the statue with a frown on her face. I was about to snap her out of her dazed state when she turned to look at , her eyes sharp. She stared at for a mont, not saying anything.
Her mouth finally opened as she spoke, "Let's go."
Her steps were purposeful as she thundered toward one section of the atrium; I turned to look at Susan, who just shrugged.
"Eric, we need to pass to the courtrooms," Alia said, her voice stern, causing the bearded man to flinch slightly. He hurriedly nodded toward us and asked us for our wands.
I reluctantly handed mine over. I hadn't considered the fact that the ministry would get our mana signature, which contributed to my reluctance. I focused on what he was doing. He pressed my wand against a brown plate connected to a machine before pressing the tip against a parchnt.
Like with the ritual to determine my bloodline, words appeared on the parchnt, which had the specifications of the wand and my na. I could also feel the words were written with the mana from my wand, although it was a little different in color and frequency than my actual mana.
'It's similar to my spell residue, which is left behind after casting a spell. So they aren't actually getting my mana signature. That's a relief.' I sighed; the tenseness of the situation was relieved a little as I put the agenda of getting another wand on the list.
'I'm sure there must be shops in Knockturn Alley that won't inform the ministry about the purchase. I won't go psycho and start blasting the killing curse, but so precaution is better than being a sitting duck.' I grabbed the wand as it was offered back to , and Eric moved on to register Susan's wand.
After completing the procedures, we walked through the checkpoint and arrived at the elevator section. It seed a familiar couple was already waiting for a lift, and my eyes focused on the gorgeous bombshell whose blue eyes had already locked onto us.
'...right. I totally forgot about her. I wonder if I could get a dance and get a feel for those things during the ball,' I thought. Daphne's mom smiled as she stepped toward us to greet us.
"Madam Bones, what a surprise..."
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