A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 612: Information from the Ministry of Magic

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Felix deliberately entered the Ministry of Magic through the guest entrance, the red telephone box.

Here was once blasted by Death Eaters with magic, in order to cut off the connection between the Ministry of Magic and the outside world and cause riots. Later, the Ministry of Magic prevaricated with the excuse of 'leaking underground gas pipes'. Felix wanted to see if the mobile ice cream truck was still there, but the street corner was empty now.

The voice of the woman in the phone booth was as indifferent and blunt as ever, as if nothing had changed. But after crossing Thieves Falls, Felix presciently casts some spells on himself that will make him less noticeable.

He stopped for a moment at the reception desk in the Ministry's main hall.

A dozen Squibs - as can be seen from their clothes - surrounded a few receptionists, asking questions in one go, while the bearded receptionist babbled at random from all directions. The problem.

"Quiet—all quiet—" he yelled with his beard curled up, trying to maintain order, "fill out the form first—then go back and wait for news, I don't have that **** exclusive wand in my hand, not a single one No!"

"Why did you leave your phone number?" asked a Squib.

Others have the same question. It is well known that staff at the Ministry of Magic never use it for office work, preferring to use well-trained owls with two wings.

"The Ministry of Magic will set up a temporary office someday, two streets from here - in a yellow office building, where dropped calls - or telephones, I don't care what it's called." The receptionist Hu said grumpily.

Not far away, a fountain made of gold made the sound of gurgling water. .

Felix came near the elevator, and a red-haired young man was waiting anxiously, holding a thick stack of documents in his hand, pushing away the paper airplane that blocked his sight impatiently, and pressing Move up button.

"Percy?" Felix asked.

Percy was taken aback, and the parchment documents in his hand were scattered all over the floor. "Professor Hype?" he greeted, frantically flicking his wand back at the scattered papers. He knew there were people around, but for some reason, he didn't even have the slightest thought of exploring it just now.

"I have something to do at the Ministry, is Ms. Burns in her office?"

"Yes, sir, she is," said Percy, as the elevator door opened. The two walked in, Percy smoothed his hair calmly, and said, "I'm just going to the minister's office to deliver an important document," he explained.

The elevator started to go up, and several lavender paper airplanes circled above their heads.

"Sir?" said Percy.

Felix smiled at him, as if they were still in class and Percy had just asked a question.

"I was there that day, the press conference of the exclusive magic wand..." He said a little excitedly: "After I went back, I thought about it seriously, some thoughts were spinning in my mind, and I wrote a report overnight. Knowing that I work in the Department of International Magical Cooperation—"

"Is it related to the exclusive magic wand?"

"Yes." Percy's nose was dripping with sweat, and his cheeks were slightly flushed, "I think—the exclusive magic wand will greatly enhance our international status. The news hasn't spread yet, but Someone has sent a letter to our department, sir, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity-if it is run properly, it may be better than a tournament or two, or the Quidditch World Cup, or even much better..."

The corner of Felix's mouth twitched slightly.

He also received a similar letter.

The news about the exclusive magic wand was announced on August 1st, but the official press conference was postponed for a few days, so some well-informed people had a chance to know about it in advance, but they couldn't confirm whether it was true or not. That's why I wrote to ask.

"Is this your idea alone?" He had a good impression of Percy, well, in Felix's mind, he had a good impression of anyone who could take the initiative to get things over.

"Actually," Percy stammered, "I also got some inspiration. When Penello got off work yesterday, she complained to me that owls from all over the world were drowning her, and the letters were a mixture of French, German, Spanish and other languages, some characters she has never even seen."

"I see, your report has been handed in?"

"Yes, this morning."

"I can mention it to Ms. Burns, but don't expect results."

"That's enough, sir!" said Percy cheerily. "This is a critical period for me. Ms. Burns has shown great confidence in me, but my age is a big problem. I mean, after the new director takes office, I must maintain enough respect... I have applied to be transferred to the International Magic Trade Standards Association, and I am expected to become the department director."

That's really something to be proud of. Percy has just graduated for a year, but he has taken turns to participate in large-scale international events such as the Tournament, the Quidditch World Cup, and ancient rune exchange activities, and for a long time, his There is no immediate boss on the head.

It is only natural that he can stand out.

But it sounds troublesome. Felix wondered wildly, who will be the new director? The question was on his lips, but he realized that he was not really interested in the answer. The elevator door opened, and the two of them turned a few corridors before stopping. Percy straightened up and knocked on the door solemnly.

"Come in."

Ms. Burns said curtly, sounding in a bad mood. Percy opened his mouth, and walked in bravely.

There are people in the office.

In addition to Ms. Burns who was sitting on the sofa with a stiff expression, there were two other groups of people present. Felix immediately felt the restlessness surging in the office. Of course, he could see it with his eyes.

"It's Percy," said Ms. Burns, with a look of hope in her eyes, "is there anything urgent I need to do at the Ministry?"

"Um, I'm here to deliver a document." Percy said coyly.

Obviously this answer was not pleasant, and Ms. Burns sat back in her chair disappointed. "Okay, thank you, Percy, just put it on the table, I'll look at it later. I'm busy now-" She snorted, "entertaining guests."

"Mr. Haipu?" At this moment, a surprised voice called.

On the sofa seat, a blond young man jumped up and strode over, bypassing Percy, revealing a familiar face.

"Uriah?"

Felix suddenly realized that it was very appropriate for Uriah to appear here. He had at least three reasons: Uriah was a professor at Ilvermorny, and had a close friendship with the former headmaster who was killed; after leaving school, he chose to enter the Magical Congress of America and became a member of the Auror team chasing Voldemort; It also represents the backbone of the Reform Society, and it also needs to show its ability and presence from time to time.

It's just not clear when he came to England.

Uria exaggeratedly shook hands with Felix tightly. He has matured and his eyes are firm, but at this moment there is a trace of longing in those eyes. After a little hesitation, Felix became more enthusiastic, opened his arms to hug him, and patted his shoulder affectionately. But I couldn't help feeling in my heart that doing practical things can really train people.

Looking over Yuria's shoulder, Felix saw that the faces of some of the two confronting parties immediately darkened.

"Are they—" he whispered.

"The Stewart family." Uriah also whispered.

Felix suddenly thought of a name, James Stewart, he was one of the founders of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and also another—or, the actual founder of Ilvermorny Muggle husband of the human witch Isolt Thayer.

And Isolt Thayer is a descendant of Slytherin.

Thinking about it this way, the purpose of the Stuart family's visit is self-evident.

When the two parted, Ms. Burns was standing in front of them, and she said with a sigh of relief, "Thank God, Professor Dumbledore told me, I just didn't expect you to come-to be honest , I really—" She pursed her lips, but didn't let herself say anything harsh.

Uria was a little embarrassed.

He knew how they had harassed the Minister of Magic these days, so he simply refused to leave. But the snake stick is too important, so they will ignore the criticism - when the snake stick is held in Voldemort's hand, they dare not make any movements. Now that Voldemort is said to have failed, they immediately come over eagerly to ask for it.

His only insistence was that he did not try to follow Mr. Haipu's footsteps. But that insistence soon faltered, as members of the Stewart family arrived after hearing the news, arguing that the relics of their ancestors should be taken back.

"Let me introduce you, Felix," said Ms. Burns, smiling, as if she was happy to be out of a trouble. She glanced at a somewhat bald, dark-skinned old wizard, "With Mr. Edmund is Mr. Greg, the vice-principal of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, these two—"

"My name is Melville, Melville Stewart," said a young man eagerly. "Mr. Haipu, I have heard your name. You should understand our admiration for the relics of our ancestors. We are always eager to recast the glory of the family. There is no doubt that we have the ownership of the snakewood wand as a matter of course."

"I—" Felix opened his mouth.

"Our bloodline is well documented, without ambiguity, going all the way back to Isolt Thayer's oldest daughter, Martha Stewart, though she was only a Squib, married to She married a No-Maj husband, but her blood is extremely pure."

"Um, congratulations?" Felix said thoughtfully.

The young man stared, unexpectedly hearing such an answer. At this time, a slightly older middle-aged wizard behind him walked over with a smile, stepped forward to shake hands, and said politely: "Hi, Mr. Haip, I am Melville's uncle, Blaze Stewart."

"Hello, Mr. Stewart." Felix nodded.

"About the snakewood wand—"

"Well, Mr. Stewart, I hope you understand that I am not a judge, and the task I received is to return the property to the original owner—"

"We are its real masters!"

"You can try it to see if it will respond to you." Felix took out the snake stick, and several pairs of fiery eyes immediately stuck to it. Blaise Stuart subconsciously took two steps forward, wanting to take it.

"I mean, call it and let it respond to you." Felix shook his head and took a step back.

"It's just a wand! Mr. Hemp!" he said angrily.

Felix put away the snake stick, feeling a little disappointed. It seems that the two members of the Stewart family present could not speak Parseltongue. The atmosphere was awkward for a while, when Ms. Burns said: "Felix, can we have a chat alone?"

"Of course." Felix agreed.

They came to the small lounge next to them, closed the door, and Felix said: "Amelia, I tried, Stuart's people——"

"Oh, that's just a small thing. I don't care who the snakewood wand goes to." Ms. Bones said, and Felix, slightly taken aback, continued, "What I want to know is the report, you What do you think?" Her last words almost whispered.

"What report?"

"You handed in 'Muggle technology challenges wizard secrecy in the context of the new era'," Ms. Burns approached Felix, raised her head and gritted her teeth and said, "I can't believe that you quietly Quietly throwing out such a big trouble, do you know that I haven't been able to sleep well these days?"

"I don't know," Felix said honestly, "First of all, I did not bring the trouble. It is your responsibility to prevent the exposure of the magic world. I pointed out the omissions in your work. You should be grateful." I was right."

Bones stared at him angrily, and had to admit that Felix was right. But why let her catch up?

"Why didn't you mention this in Fudge's appointment?"

"I don't know him well."

"...What about the exclusive magic wand? Don't say it was an accident, I found out that you have been secretly promoting this matter, and everything you do revolves around one purpose, which is—"

"Prevent the exposure of the magic world, and prepare for the countermeasures after exposure." Felix nodded, "You're welcome, this is what I should do."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Ms. Burns was defeated, and she said breathlessly: "Well, I admit it-if half of your report is true, I have no reason to accuse you. , on the contrary, I want to thank you-but you must not let go!"

"Uh, well..." Felix hesitated, and Ms. Burns raised her eyebrows. "Madam, pay attention to your image. In the eyes of the public, you are resolute and courageous, a strong female minister who leads the people out of the shadow of war."

"Where is my image?" Ms. Burns couldn't help shouting, staring at him and looking at him, "I don't have any confidence at all-now it's a mess, and I have to deal with the Squib issue these days, More than half of the staff in the department are so busy, how can there be time? What's more, those people outside are arguing in my ears all day long, and they can't be driven away." She raised her chin outside the lounge.

"... At most, I can help the staff, give advice or something."

"Then it's settled." Burns insisted.

The excitement faded from her face, which became serious and satisfied. Seeing Felix staring, seemingly dumbfounded, she stroked her hair gracefully—her short hair turned into shawl hair at some point, she said thoughtfully~IndoMTL.com~Sirius said you I just ate this set, and I didn't expect it to be true. "

"Sirius." Felix chewed on the name, as if he had just eaten a strange-flavored bean. "He really impressed me... Maybe I should invite him to dinner and get to know him again."

Because Sirius, the 'traitor', leaked the secret, Ms. Burns was able to deceive him—it wasn't a lie, at least her emotions were not faked, she was really worried and restless. This is an inspiration to Felix. It is not a panacea to be able to observe emotions.

"Don't think about it, you won't be able to find him in a short time." Ms. Burns rolled her eyes and said in a rather dissatisfied tone: "As soon as the press conference ended yesterday, he took Harry on a trip .”

The two who were confronting each other just now seem to be fighting against each other.

You run really fast... Felix rubbed his palms and thought, but it's hard to say, maybe Sirius had a similar plan in the first place, but Amelia refused to let him go, so he came up with it This is the way to get out.

Felix suddenly felt itchy.

"What task did you plan to arrange for him?" He asked tentatively.

Ms. Burns rolled her eyes. "Well, you are always so sharp... Sirius has been in Muggle society for a while, I want him to do some research first, visit some people as a teacher, and systematically observe the development level of Muggles over the years. But Now it can only be postponed temporarily."

"Wise choice, ma'am."

"Thank you for the compliment." Ms. Burns said dryly, "Let's go out first, wait for those people to be sent away, and then discuss carefully. I have a lot of problems."

"Oh, not today, I may have to go to Ilvermorny. I have a new understanding of 'return to the original owner', and I can guess why Dumbledore said that I am the most suitable candidate It's..."