The effect is immediate.

As soon as the Tutu candy touched his tongue, the little wizard vomited violently and didn't even notice Hermione pulling a bunch of hair from the top of his head.

"Oh my God!"

She said she saw him vomiting all over the floor in the alley: "You may have to take a day off!"

"no no!"

He retched while still walking forward, although the path was not straight: "I must - today - I must go -"

"But this is so stupid!"

Hermione said horrified: "You can't go to work like this - I think you should check out St Mungo's Hospital!"

The wizard could no longer stand up and was still trying to move toward the street.

"You can't go to work like this!"

Hermione shouted.

He finally seemed to accept the facts she told. He grabbed Hermione, who looked disgusted, and stood up reluctantly. He spun around and disappeared, leaving only a bag that Ron had torn from his hand at the last moment and some flying things.

Vomit.

"Yo ho,"

Hermione picked up the hem of her robe and avoided the puddle of vomit on the ground: "It would be much better to knock him out too."

"Yeah," Ron said, taking the wizard's bag and getting out of the invisibility cloak: "But I still think a bunch of unconscious people are more likely to attract attention.

He really likes his job... Throw the hair and the decoction over here."

Two minutes later, Ron stood before them, short and ferret-like, like the sick wizard, and wearing the navy blue robes that had been folded in his bag.

"It's strange why he didn't wear any clothes today, isn't it, since he wants to go to work so much?

But what the heck, I'm Reggie Cattermole and I have a name behind it."

——At the same time, in space one kilometer away, the real Reggie Cattermole swallowed a piece of candy, and his physical problem was immediately solved.

"President, I'm fine."

"That's good."

Stephen said gently: "You have to suffer, Uncle Cattermole, but we must do this to save your family."

"No, no, no, don't say that. At least when I was studying at Hufflepuff, I never thought that I would experience something like this one day.

Besides, this is to help Harry Potter, no matter what, this is what I should do."

Of course, this is the best, but Stephen will not take it seriously. The Magical Research Society has spent a lot of money to infiltrate many people into the Ministry of Magic, so even if this matter had not happened today, they would still have spent their efforts to

Maintain the presence of these people in the Ministry of Magic.

"Don't worry, what we have to do is to resist Voldemort, but there is no way to put these things out in the open.

But our power, as you can see, is very powerful, isn't it?

No matter what, we will help you keep your family safe."

There are some things that must be said regardless of whether they can be done or not, especially if this matter is 100% successful, what's the problem with saying these words?

As a qualified leader and currently one of the vice-presidents of the Magic Research Association, Stephen always has to think about this organization. Jon shouldn't have any objections...right?

…

Harry waited for ten minutes, but it felt like a long time passed. He was lying alone in the alley with vomit on the floor, and the knocked-out Mafalda was hidden in the door next to him.

Finally, Ron and Hermione are back.

"No idea who he is," Hermione said, handing Harry some black curls, "but he's gone home and has a bloody nose!

He is quite tall, you may need to change into a big robe..."

She pulled out a set of old robes that Kreacher had washed for them, and Harry went to drink the decoction and transform.

After the painful transformation was completed, he was more than six feet tall. The muscles on his arms showed that he was very strong and had a beard on his chin.

He stuffed his invisibility cloak and glasses into his new pants and stood next to the other two people.

"Oh my god, it's so scary."

Ron said, looking up at Harry who stood in front of him like an iron tower.

"Get a Mafalda proof coin,"

Hermione reminded Harry: "Let's go, it's almost nine o'clock."

The three of them walked out of the alley together.

After walking fifty meters along the crowded sidewalk, there were two black pointed fences guarding the steps, with "Male" written on one side and "Female" written on the other.

"See you later."

Hermione said nervously, waddling down the steps marked "Female".

Harry and Ron followed some strangely dressed men as they walked down, seemingly arriving at an ordinary underground public toilet with dirty black and white tiles on the walls.

"Good morning, Reggie!"

A wizard in navy blue robes shouted, stuffing the golden certificate coin into a slit on the door and entering a small cubicle: "It's so damn annoying, isn't it?"

We have to come to work like this!

Who do they think is coming, Harry Potter?"

The wizard chuckled at his witticism, and Ron managed to laugh twice.

"Hey," he said, "That's stupid, isn't it?"

He and Harry entered the adjacent cubicle.

There was the sound of flushing water on both sides of Harry. He ducked down and looked through the gap under the partition, just in time to see a pair of boots climbing into the toilet next door.

He looked to his left again and saw Ron blinking at him in shock.

"Want to rush yourself in?"

Ron asked quietly.

"It seems so."

Harry whispered back, his voice low and hoarse.

They both straightened up and Harry climbed into the toilet, feeling utterly ridiculous.

He immediately knew he had done the right thing. Although it seemed like he was standing in water, his shoes, feet and robe were all dry.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the rope, and immediately rushed through a short slide, rushed out of a fireplace, and arrived at the Ministry of Magic.

He climbed up awkwardly. His body was much larger than usual and he was not used to it.

The hall seemed darker than Harry remembered.

It turns out that there is a golden fountain in the center, which casts little spots of light on the bright wooden floor and walls.

But now, a huge black stone statue occupies the center position, which is very scary.

Such a giant stone statue, a witch and a wizard sitting on a richly carved throne, looking down at the Ministry of Magic staff who rolled out of the fireplace.

Engraved on the bottom of the stone statue are several one-foot-high characters: Magic is power.

Harry was hit hard on the back of his leg - a wizard had just flown out of the fireplace.

"Stay out of the way, okay - oh, sorry, Runcorn!"

The bald wizard was obviously very frightened and walked away hastily.

It seems that the person Harry is pretending to be now, Runcorn, is very powerful.

"Shh!"

Another voice said, and Harry turned around and saw a tiny witch and the stoat-like wizard from the Magic Maintenance Department waving to him next to the statue, so he quickly walked over.

"Did you get in successfully?"

Hermione asked Harry quietly.

"No, he's still stuck in the toilet."

"Oh, how funny...scary, isn't it?"

She said, seeing Harry still staring at the statue: "Did you see what they were sitting on?"

Harry took a closer look and realized that what he thought was a gorgeously carved throne was actually a pile of stone human bodies, hundreds of naked human bodies: men, women and children, all with silly and ugly looks, their limbs twisted and squeezed.

Together, supporting the handsome wizard in robes.

"Muggles," Hermione said softly, "are where they should be. Come on, let's go."

They joined the flow of witches and wizards and walked towards the golden door at the end of the hall, while scanning the surroundings as unobtrusively as possible, but did not see the distinctive figure of Dolores Umbridge.

They walked through the golden door into a smaller hall and saw people queuing in front of the golden grating doors of twenty elevators.
To be continued...