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Chapter 3
Seventeen-year-old Harry Potter came out of the red phone booth to find people brushing off soot from their many colored robes; they had just Flooed to work. Harry could tell that none of them looked very happy to be taking the mid-day shift; they all hated their crazy hours. Harry walked out with the other people, blending in with the crowd, and past the fountain with the witch, wizard and their admirers; thankfully they were all repaired from his adventure back in 5th year.
He then left the crowd to go to the Security desk. The badly-shaved wizard that was there in 5th year was still there, but he had his head down on the desk, evidently asleep. Harry poked him hesitantly on the head, but was rather disgusted at doing so; the man had greasy hair. The man sat up quickly with drooping eyelids and an open mouth with drool sliding down his half-whiskery face to see who had awoken him. The man then noticed the boy in front of him, wiping his finger on his black robes. The man then wiped his mouth with the back of the blue sleeve of his robe.
"Wand," he said in an annoyed tone; apparently he wasn't happy at being woken. Harry pulled out his wand from his pocket and handed it to the man. The wizard then placed it onto the familiar scale-thingy, yawned, and ripped off the piece of parchment that was expelled from the machine. He had read the contents of his wand aloud, and when he was finished, he looked at it closer with slightly-unfocused eyes. Harry quickly left and walked through the golden gates before the wizard could see his silver Visitors badge.
He walked into one of the lifts, which was almost full of people. As the lift slowly rose, people walked out. One wizard levitated a toilet out of the lift that was actually talking, complaining actually, with the lid flapping up and down as a mouth. Harry bent his head downward to cover up his smile as the toilet sprayed some water at the poor wizard. Harry could hear a few snickers behind him, too, as the man dropped the toilet because he was trying to get water out of his eyes. The toilet cursed loudly when it cracked on the ground, and Harry could hear chuckling behind him. Then their laughter ended as the lift's gates closed again.
Harry finally got off on Level Six: Apparation Test Center. He found a simple white corridor in front of him with a wooden door ahead. He walked to the door and opened it. He found a square, white room with a red, painted circle in the middle. Off to the right was another wooden door, and to the left, was a women, sitting at a desk writing a letter. Harry closed the door with a snap, and the women looked up at him. She smiled, and laid down her peacock quill as he walked closer.
"Welcome, Mr. Potter," said the women, looking at his badge, "I'll just send for your instructor." She then grabbed another piece of parchment from a stack on the desk. She dotted down a quick note, and tapped the page with her wand. The paper then started to fold itself quickly into a little airplane, and it zoomed off the desk and to the door. It aimed to the crack under the door, un-flattened itself, and zoomed under. A moment latter, a man wearing a wizards' hat opened the door. He was a tall, blonde man with blue robes, which flew behind him as he walked toward Harry. He presented his hand to shake Harry's.
"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter; I'm Michael, your Apparation instructor," he said, shaking Harry's hand enthusiastically, "Are you ready to take your Apparation Test?"
"Yes," said Harry as he followed him to the red circle to begin his test.