0621 The Ministry

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Begin Chapter 620 of "Harry Potter: The Golden Viper" with: 0621 The Ministry On a cold winter morning in London, the rising sun slowly began to... Find out more!

0621 The Ministry On a cold winter morning in London, the rising sun slowly began to dispel the darkness and chill of the night. The first pale rays of light filtered through the heavy clouds and illuminated the bustling city streets below. As the morning grew, the temperature crept up slightly, but the air remained chilly, causing the soft powdery snow from the night before to transform into slick patches of ice. Hordes of commuters emerged from the underground stations, their eyes bleary and their faces etched with weariness from the early start. They dodged and darted through the crowds, in a hurry to reach their offices and begin the day. Among them was a young woman wearing a bright yellow coat that stood out against the sea of dark, somber colors. Her black high-heeled leather boots clicked rapidly on the pavement as she fought to stay upright amidst the press of bodies. With a gasp of relief, the woman finally disentangled herself from the crowd and stepped onto the icy tactile paving near the subway entrance. But in her haste, her foot slipped on a crushed piece of ice and she lost her balance, toppling backwards. The steaming paper cup of black coffee clutched in her gloved hand went flying. Just as the young lady braced herself for an embarrassing and painful impact with the cold hard ground, she felt a strong hand press firmly against her back, halting her fall and steadying her. Breathless, she patted her pounding chest and turned around to face her savior. "Thank you so much," she gasped, taking in the sight of the tall, handsome man who had caught her. He had striking gray hair that shimmered like strands of silver under the pale winter sunlight. His facial features and confident, upright bearing made him look like he had just stepped off a movie set. But it was his eyes that captivated her the most. They were an unusual pale purple color, and seemed to contain mysterious, swirling depths, like galaxies of stars. Gazing into them, she felt as if she was in danger of losing herself completely. With a charming smile, the man handed her back the paper coffee cup he had caught. "You're very welcome," he replied. The Muggle girl, her cheeks flushed red, repeated her thanks in a fluster. She found that not a single drop had spilled from the paper cup she had tossed out just now, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned. She asked in surprise, "How did you do that?"@@@@ The man's smile widened and he gave a modest shrug. "Just quick reflexes, nothing special. Well, I wish you a pleasant day, beautiful lady." With a polite nod of his head, he turned and strode away, quickly disappearing into the bustling crowd. Biting her lip, the woman stared after his receding figure, her heart fluttering rapidly in her chest. Then she caught sight of him turning down a small side alley she had never noticed before. Glancing at her watch, she hesitated, knowing her stern-faced supervisor would not be pleased if she was late to the office again. But some impulse made her toss her barely touched coffee into a nearby bin and hurry after the intriguing stranger. "Wait, please!" she called out breathlessly as she reached the mouth of the alley. The man paused and turned to face her, his expression was puzzled but not displeased. Brushing a few stray strands of blonde hair out of her eyes, the woman gathered her courage. "I'm Louise," she said, holding out a slightly trembling hand. "Louise Williams. I'm a reporter for The London Daily." The corner of the man's mouth quirked up as he reached out to clasp her hand briefly. His skin was surprisingly warm despite the cold. "Bryan Watson," he replied, his hypnotic lavender eyes crinkling at the corners. "Is there something else I can help you with, Miss Williams?" Louise's heart skipped a beat as she quickly committed his name to memory. A hot flush of embarrassment colored her cheeks as she realized how forward she was being. She had never approached a complete stranger like this before, man or woman. But something about this Mr. Watson drew her in. "I was just wondering," she began, then faltered slightly. Taking a stimulating breath, she pressed on. "I was wondering if I might see you again sometime, Mr. Watson? Perhaps we could meet for coffee or..." Whoosh, whoosh-- Numerous pale purple paper airplanes flew back and forth in the vast office space, as chaotic as an air crash site. Yet the fireplace in the room continued to spew out paper airplanes stamped with the Ministry of Magic seal. Bryan's gaze was directed towards the back of the office. Senior Barty was not behind his desk, which was not strange. Next to the bookshelf where his original desk had been, a new assistant's desk had been placed. Percy Weasley, the third son of the Weasley family, immediately sprang up from his seat when he saw Bryan enter the room. He clumsily made his way out from behind the desk, and the dozen or so planes circling above his head seemed dissatisfied with Percy's slacking off. They dove down from mid-air in unison, aiming for Percy's forehead and pecking away. Clang! "Ow! Gerroff, you blasted - oof!" The paper planes obscured Percy's vision. With a careless misstep, Percy tumbled out from behind the desk. He scrambled to his feet, but those paper planes still refused to let him go. The planes that had originally been circling around the room also seemed to have had enough of waiting and launched an attack on Percy. In an instant, Percy was completely enveloped by countless paper planes. Seeing this, Bryan's lips moved. He drew out his wand and waved it cleanly and neatly in a horizontal sweep. Accompanied by a tangible wave that swept across the entire office, as if time had stopped, the paper planes caught by the wave froze one by one in mid-air, and Percy himself took advantage of this opportunity to break out of the encirclement of paper planes. His hair was terribly disheveled, and moreover, in the struggle with the paper planes just now, he had lost one of his shoes. Percy looked down at the foot treading on the wool carpet, his old face flushing red as he charged into the pile of papers and began to search. "Welcome, Professor Watson *ahem*!" He said breathlessly, pushing his glasses up his nose and holding out an ink-stained hand. When Bryan had the paper planes line up in an orderly fashion to the side, Percy, who had finally found his shoe, straightened his body with a flushed face. Facing Bryan, he raised his fist to his lips and coughed twice, saying in a deep voice, "*Ahem*—I mean—welcome, Mr. Watson! How was your journey? Pleasant, I hope?" "Hehe, it was indeed quite pleasant for me, Mr. Assistant--" A light, cheerful smile appeared on Bryan's face. As he walked towards Percy, he casually plucked a paper airplane and glanced at it. "I'm very sorry, if I had known earlier that you were here-- oh, this says that the toilet in the office of the International Confederation of Wizards sub-committee has exploded and they hope you'll go and deal with it. You see, should I wait for you for a bit?" ******************************* For More /FicFrenzy

0621 The Ministry

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