Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 815: Affiliates

“How was your summer vacation?”

The two turned into a desolate street with only a few dilapidated offices around. It was two different worlds from the bustling street they had just come to.

"Ok, are you planning to go to the Quidditch World Cup this year?"

A shabby red phone booth caught his attention not far away, and he remembered that the Ministry of Magic had one entrance in a public toilet, and another was a battered phone booth.

"No, the British team has been playing badly. They have missed the trophy for 30 years. It is estimated that they will lose badly this year." Bud is very optimistic about the British Quidditch teams. .

"It's normal, this country has been going downhill all the time, and it feels like it's dying. Recently, there have been a lot of troubles on the Muggle side, so I don't dare to eat beef." Albert casually looked for it. Chatted with Bud on a topic.

"We're here." Bud pointed to the dilapidated red phone booth in front of him and said to Albert, "You go first."

"Is the entrance here?"

Albert opened the dilapidated phone booth and walked in, turning to ask Bud behind him, "I'm actually curious, why don't we just Apparate to the Ministry of Magic?"

Bud also squeezed into the phone booth, picked up the broken telephone receiver, and said to Albert, "You should treat it as a novel experience."

"It's really novel, how should we use it?" Albert looked at the dilapidated phone booth, thinking that Muggles probably wouldn't stray here, and most would wonder why the phone booth wasn't taken down.

"You need to dial the number 62442." Bud reached out and dialed the number, as a demonstration to Albert: "The main reason is that you are not yet an adult, and there have been a lot of guys staring at you recently, I think it takes a little more time. Time to go through the procedure, so as not to cause you unnecessary trouble. I said hello there, we just go through the procedure.”

"Those guys don't do what people are supposed to do all day long." Albert shook his head and said, "If you are envious, you will have more children, and maybe you will be able to produce a few geniuses. Even if you can't produce geniuses, you can still help the magic world. If there were one-tenth Muggle wizards, there would be no need to hide in the ground like mice.”

"You remind me of someone."

"Gellert Grindelwald?"

"Yes, that guy is an idealist, but unfortunately he does things too radically, his mind is not clear, and the way he uses is wrong. Even if Dumbledore didn't come out to stop him, Gellert Grindelwald would will fail."

The dial whirled back to its original position as Bud recalled. A woman's indifferent voice suddenly sounded in the phone booth. The voice did not come from the microphone, but appeared clearly in the phone booth, as if an invisible woman was standing beside them talking.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

"Bud Broad, a member of Wizengamore, has come to help Mr. Albert Anderson apply for the temporary use of magic by underage wizards."

"Thank you," the woman said nonchalantly. "Guest, please take your badge and put it in front of your clothes."

A silver badge slipped out of the metal chute normally used to return coins, and Albert reached for it and looked at the badge. It read: Albert Anderson, check in.

"I'm guessing you don't like this. To be honest, I don't either, it's too cumbersome." Bud winked at Albert and said, "Also, it's easy for a first-time Ministry of Magic visitor. Wizards leave a bad impression."

Albert looked at the phone booth, which was slowly sinking into the ground, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth.

To be honest, Albert is actually looking forward to the British Ministry of Magic shivering in Tom's shadow.

There are actually many ways to prevent Voldemort's resurrection. The easiest way is to lift or replace old Tom's ashes, so that Tom can't find the bones of his relatives and revive them.

Albert never wanted to do that, though.

Because in his opinion the process of defeating Voldemort is very important to the entire British wizarding community, it can be said to be a revolution, and only through this revolution can the pure blood in the Ministry of Magic be completely weakened.

As for bloodshed?

There is no revolution without bloodshed.

As long as you don't keep your own blood.

There is a saying in a previous life: Other people's children will never die.

"What are you thinking?" Bud asked.

"I don't know how many people will die in the Second Wizarding War," Albert said softly.

"That prophecy is about to come true?" Bud was surprised and guessed the reason why Albert said this.

"Yes, very close."

The sidewalk outside the glass window of the phone booth rose higher and higher until it was dark above them and they could see nothing.

"Peter Pettigrew isn't dead." Albert said softly, looking at the darkness ahead, "He probably went to Albania."

Bard has understood what Albert means, and it is said that Voldemort is in Albania, which seems to herald the return of the Dark Lord.

"What did you see?" Bud asked again.

"The omen will come soon, at the Quidditch World Cup." Albert said mysteriously. "I also saw Potter's wanted list. The number one bad guy, a reward of ten thousand Galleons."

"As long as Dumbledore is alive." Bud suddenly had a bad hunch, "The Ministry of Magic shouldn't be able to..."

Yes!

As long as Dumbledore was alive, Voldemort would not dare to blatantly control the Ministry of Magic, which is known as the sky falling down on the tall man.

In peacetime, no one realizes this.

Scrimgeour was actually unlucky. After Dumbledore's death, he didn't even realize the seriousness of the problem, so he just took the lunch.

Actually, even if Scrimgeour takes steps to deal with Voldemort's rise, it's useless. Voldemort will definitely get rid of him in order to control the Ministry of Magic, and find a suitable puppet to be on top.

Even compromising with the Dark Lord is useless, who makes the Auror Chief of Staff so hateful.

"No accident, the principal should be dying."

"What a cruel truth." Bud asked Albert. "Have you tried to divine Dumbledore's death?"

"No." Albert shook his head, "Also, I don't think I can change anything."

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a great day."

The woman's voice rang again, and the phone booth door slammed open.

The two walked out of the phone booth one after the other. Not far away was the resplendent hall. Albert followed Bud towards the security checkpoint with a sign that read "Security Check".

They were greeted by a middle-aged wizard who looked like a salted fish, but respected Bud and stared at him in surprise after noticing Albert's name.

"Please put the wand there."

The wizard was polite to Albert, letting him place his wand on a brass scale-like machine.

That's the wand-checking machine.

"Eric, we have to go." Bud took Albert directly to the Department of International Magical Cooperation to find old Barty Crouch, intending to skip the Office of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic through the relationship here.

Yes, Bud doesn't really want to deal with Dolores Umbridge.

"Oh, well, that surprised me."

Sr. Barty Crouch looked up and down Albert beside Bud, and said to Percy, who was also a little surprised, "Wetherby, please take this to the Office of the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic and find their Director Umbridge, sign it."

"Okay, Mr. Crouch, I'll go." Percy walked away with the parchment.

"You look tired," Bud said with a smile.

"Organizing portkeys on five continents is no easy task." Crouch did look tired.

"If I were you ~IndoMTL.com~ I'd find myself an easy job," Bud said with a smile.

"Not everyone is as lazy as you are." Crouch shook his head.

"I'm not lazy, I've been cultivating excellent wizards." Bud pointed to Albert, indicating that he wasn't lazy at all.

"Unfortunately, Albert is not interested in entering the Ministry of Magic, otherwise I would recommend him to come and help you after graduation. You will definitely be a lot easier." Bud said as if selling something, "Albert is also Having mastered the languages ​​of many countries, it is very suitable to take over your job when you retire."

"Oh, that's a shame," Crouch said perfunctorily.

During the conversation between the two, Percy had returned with the parchment, and Crouch glanced at the parchment, stamped a seal on it, and handed the parchment to Bud.

"Good luck, it would be even better if you can win an award." Crouch said to Albert: "It has been a long time since the UK has won an international award." Remember the website address, www. biquxu. Com, easy to read next time, or enter "" in Baidu, you can enter this site