Harry entered the phone booth first, his friends following closely behind. He didn't see who managed it, but someone must have pressed the right buttons in the camouflaged elevator since the monotone feminine voice filled the closed space;
"Welcome to the ministry of magic, please state your name and business."
"What do we say?" Ron sounded a little stressed. It wasn't very surprising, how often did you break in to the ministry of magic anyway? And had they ever heard of open hours?
"Just make something up, hurry!" Harry pondered on Hermione's advice for a minute, he heard Neville start to stutter his name and decided to interrupt him.
"Well stay quiet, no one needs to know we're here anyway."
Suddenly a noise could be heard from the magical machine. Six little badges rustled out of the exchange slot. Harry managed to reach it and grab one for himself.
Unspeakable, business classified. It read. Well, Harry thought to himself, that was a surprise.