A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 296: Crouch and Bagman

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Ministry of Magic.

Felix pushed open the door of the phone booth, watched it rise to the ground, and followed the crowd down the hall.

"Mr. Haipu, hello."

"Mr. Haipu, congratulations."

Felix nodded and responded one by one. After giving a speech at the Ministry of Magic, he gained a lot of acquaintances. He familiarly came to the drawing room No. 3, and there was only one old wizard in the room. He raised his head tremblingly: "Felix Haip?"

"Are you... Augustus Gray? I remember you, at Belby's investiture ceremony."

The old wizard grinned and lost all his teeth, "It's really rare that I can still meet an outstanding young man before I retire."

"You are doing well, Mr. Gray," said Felix, smiling.

The two chatted. Augustus Gray had been working in the Wizengamot Affairs Office seventy years ago, handling routine clerical work. Back then, he was a reckless young man. Then he was gradually promoted to the director of the office all the way. He knew the Ministry of Magic very well and knew a lot of interesting stories and gossip.

"...that little girl Bertha is innocent and likes to help others. She asked me if I needed a pair of crutches..."

Felix blinked, "It's Bertha Jorkins? I think I've heard that name before."

A cheerful voice appeared from behind the two, "Ha~ What are you talking about?"

Felix turned around. He was a big wizard. It could be seen that he must have been tall and strong in the past, but now he has started to decline, and his figure is more rounded.

His movements are big, his arms are constantly moving as he speaks, and his voice is full of emotion and emotion.

"Hello, I'm Ludo Bagman, and you're Felix Hemp? I've heard people in the Ministry say——Arthur, Arthur Weasley, I don't know if you recognize Yes, he was very impressed with your last speech." Bagman tossed his blond hair, leaned closer and whispered, "Nice job, I mean, I hate McNeil too, pretty much..."

Felix said gently: "Mr. Bagman, I just gave a normal speech—"

"Yeah, yeah," Bagman interrupted impatiently, with a smile on his face: "Who said no, I was not in the ministry at the time, there was a fan meeting, these people are really enthusiastic... God Ah, I love them, but, well, I knew what it was the first time I heard it," he winked, "I know some pure-blood families very well, it's my father's relationship...they told I have a lot to do."

Felix smiled, "I'm curious what they said."

"Ahem, I can't say, I promised them, but," Bagman held back for a while, and couldn't help himself, he pretended to be mysterious and said, "You have a great reputation in the pure-blood family. , They are all in awe of you, I think, even more in awe than Barty Crouch, yes, Barty—"

He suddenly yelled into the distance. Felix followed the sound and saw a man in his fifties with a straight back and stiff movements. Not a single wrinkle.

Crouch came over, and he walked in a straight line. "Bagman, hello." Crouch said politely, his short mustache was very neat, as if trimmed with a ruler, "I've been looking for you, about work."

"Let's put aside the **** job and come over for a chat." Bagman said enthusiastically, "Let me introduce to you, this is my new friend, Felix Hepp, today's protagonist , He is unique in the field of memory therapy!"

Crouch stretched out his hand calmly, "Hello, Mr. Haip, it's an honor to meet you, but I don't have time, and I will see the Bulgarian minister in a while."

"Hello, Mr. Crouch, if you have something to do, you can leave at any time."

"That's right," Bagman said with a smile on his face, "You are the only one who can understand their twisted and weird accents, it's really hard for you..."

"You have to be with me too, Bagman. There's a lot of work over there, and someone has to keep an eye on it, otherwise it's just two hundred scattered sand, and the number is still increasing, and I'm useless."

"I know," Bagman said awkwardly, but he quickly found a reason, "I'm also busy, you know, the communication in the United States is not smooth, they want to change the rules, but I Whoever it is, will definitely not compromise—"

Crouch raised his eyebrows, "We promise not to disclose any details before the announcement."

"Oh, the details!" Bagman waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "But the event is happening at Hogwarts, and we have to talk to them during the holidays—details, look, I bet Hap I must know something."

He turned his head to look at Felix, and said expectantly: "You must know that some things cannot be avoided at all. Dumbledore has held several meetings and rejected some interesting proposals."

"Are you talking about the Triwizard Tournament?"

"The top three? It's the top four now, maybe more than that," Bagman said. My brain is broken."

"Bagman!" said Mr. Crouch sternly, "we should change the subject."

"Oh, uh, okay." Bagman was a little at a loss, shrinking his shoulders timidly, "Listen, let's talk about today's protagonist, my good friend——Felix Haipu."

He said with bright eyes: "The youngest St. Mungo's medical badge recipient, that's not easy. I have the impression that they are some old men, I mean, old therapists."

"...and the Medal of Merlin, I don't know if it's the youngest one." He looked at Barty Crouch.

"I remember Peter Pettigrew, who was 21 years old when he died." Crouch said slowly, obviously, he did not want to discuss this topic.

"Admirable, he's a hero." Bagman said flatteringly, his tone not so respectful. "But Mr. Haipu is not bad. This year-" He glanced at Felix, who said briefly, "23 years old."

"That's right, 23 years old, and still relying on real skills, memory damage, I'm not very familiar with this, it should be a shortcoming in treating memory? I think Bertha Jorkins needs to see, she does What happened was a headache, and I couldn't find the venue, so I wandered around for a week."

Barty Crouch did not speak, keeping a straight face.

"What do you think, Barty? She's supposed to be in the ministry today, it's best to let her come..."

"She's not here," said Crouch stiffly.

"What?"

"She is not here, I approved her vacation and let her go on vacation."

"Uh, but she's mine, Barty..."

Mr. Barty Crouch suddenly lost his temper: "Then you are responsible~IndoMTL.com~ Spend the time you spend meeting fans on maintaining the venue instead of handing everything over Give it to me."

Bagman's aura immediately weakened, like a balloon that was punctured, "I didn't mean that, well, you're right, it's good to let her relax, she's not alone. More..."

Crouch left in a hurry, Bagman was a little uneasy, chatted a few words unnaturally, and left, "I'd better talk to the Americans, in fact, they don't think...not so Outrageous."

More and more people poured into the drawing room, and Felix had to say hello to each of them, talking nonsense, and it took him a long time to get rid of Cornelius Fudge, Fudge didn't know It wasn't that he took the wrong medicine. He had been enthusiastically introducing him to high-ranking officials from the pure-blood faction of the Ministry of Magic. Fortunately, he saw some familiar faces.

"Filius, Minerva, Severus, and Damocles, are you all together?"

"You're going to be very busy today," said Damocles Belby understandingly, "we'll just pass the time by ourselves, and we'll have a lot to talk about when we meet again after a long absence."