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'
'S
'
cuse
,
'
said
the
wizard
carrying
the
fire-breathing
chicken
and
he
left
the
lift
pursued
by
a
little
flock
of
memos
.
The
doors
clanged
shut
yet
again
.
'
Level
Three
,
Department
of
Magical
Accidents
and
Catastrophes
,
including
the
Accidental
Magic
Reversal
Squad
,
Obliviator
Headquarters
,
and
Muggle-Worthy
Excuse
Committee
.
'
Everybody
left
the
lift
on
this
floor
except
Mr.
Weasley
,
Harry
,
and
a
witch
who
was
reading
an
extremely
long
piece
of
parchment
that
was
trailing
on
the
floor
.
The
remaining
memos
continued
to
soar
around
the
lamp
as
the
lift
juddered
upwards
again
,
then
the
doors
opened
and
the
voice
made
its
announcement
.
'
Level
Two
,
Department
of
Magical
Law
Enforcement
,
including
the
Improper
Use
of
Magic
Office
,
Auror
Headquarters
,
and
Wizengamot
Administration
Services
.
'
'
This
is
us
,
Harry
,
'
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
and
they
followed
the
witch
out
of
the
lift
into
a
corridor
lined
with
doors
.
'M
y
office
is
on
the
other
side
of
the
floor
.
'
'M
r.
Weasley
,
'
said
Harry
,
as
they
passed
a
window
through
which
sunlight
was
streaming
,
'
are
n't
we
still
underground
?
'
'
Yes
,
we
are
,
'
said
Mr.
Weasley
.
'
Those
are
enchanted
windows
.
Magical
Maintenance
decide
what
weather
we
'll
get
every
day
.
We
had
two
months
of
hurricanes
last
time
they
were
angling
for
a
pay
rise
...
.
Just
round
here
,
Harry
.
'
They
turned
a
corner
,
walked
through
a
pair
of
heavy
oak
doors
and
emerged
in
a
cluttered
open
area
divided
into
cubicles
,
which
was
buzzing
with
talk
and
laughter
.
Memos
were
zooming
in
and
out
of
cubicles
like
miniature
rockets
.
A
lopsided
sign
on
the
nearest
cubicle
read
AUROR
HEADQUARTERS
.
Harry
looked
surreptitiously
through
the
doorways
as
they
passed
.
The
Aurors
had
covered
their
cubicle
walls
with
everything
From
pictures
of
wanted
wizards
and
photographs
of
their
families
,
to
posters
of
their
favourite
Quidditch
teams
and
articles
from
the
Daily
Prophet
.
A
scarlet-robed
man
with
a
ponytail
longer
than
Bill
's
was
sitting
with
his
boots
up
on
his
desk
,
dictating
a
report
to
his
quill
.
A
little
further
along
,
a
witch
with
a
patch
over
one
eye
was
talking
over
the
top
of
her
cubicle
wall
to
Kingsley
Shacklebolt
.
'M
orning
,
Weasley
,
'
said
Kingsley
carelessly
,
as
they
drew
nearer
.
'
I
've
been
wanting
a
word
with
you
,
have
you
got
a
second
?
'
