CHAPTER SEVEN
THE MINISTRY OF SHIT
The visitor's entrance to the Ministry of Magic was located in the ghetto.
Mr. Weasley and Harry stepped inside a dumpster.
A female voice sounded inside the dumpster.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic faggots. Please take your badge and pin it on your ass."
Harry attached a badge with Harry Potter, Dick Head on it to the front of his suit.
"You are required to submit to a body cavity search at the security checkpoint, which is located up your ass."
The dumpster sank into the ground.
"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant fucking day," said the woman's voice.
Mr. Weasley and Harry stood at the end of a long ass hall.
They passed a fountain. A sign beside it read:
All proceeds from the Fountain will be given to St. Mutie's Hospital
If I'm expelled from Hogwarts, I'll do a shit, Harry found himself thinking.
They stepped toward security. A fat ass wizard looked up and put down his porn magazine.
"Spread your cheeks," said the wizard.
Harry walked over and the wizard patted him down.
"Eleven inches, been in use zero years."
"Gay," Harry said.
Harry followed Mr. Weasley to the lift and moved inside it.
A wizard waved them down.
"Hey," he said.
"Yeah, the guy in the four thousand galleon suit is holding the elevator for the guy who doesn't make that in three months," said Harry. "Come ON!"
"Ah, Harry, this is Bode," said Mr. Weasley.
"Eat my asshole," said Bode.
Harry was fashionably late to the hearing. He kicked in the door and strutted inside the courtroom.
