Chapter 412

Fifteen years later.

In the summer of 1960, the sun was dazzling.

First floor, Ministry of magic building. In the fireplace, which is used for furnishings, nostalgia and appreciation, suddenly the fire beat. A young man tumbled out of the fireplace in confusion, and the pendant and hanging orchid on the fireplace jingled.

However, the young man's reaction was quite quick. He reached out and took the falling objects in turn.

But his clothes were in a mess and his hair was covered with ashes. Next to a few men in suits and jackets, carrying briefcases, the man talking was startled, and quickly moved aside to avoid him.

"Hey, young man, how did you get out of the old fireplace?" The wizard in the suit pinched his nose. "This thing has been out of use for many years."

Instead of answering his question, the young man anxiously asked, "where is the Minister of magic's office?"

"Minister of magic?" The man with the briefcase looked at the young man in front of him in surprise, "what do you want minister Bach to do?"

"I..."

before the disheartened young man could speak, he saw a man in a Scottish skirt and slippers running in the distance. He was holding a large pile of documents, running breathlessly, and controlling a pair of documents with a floating charm, which made him look like a pile of long legged documents. He ran and yelled, "let's go, let's go!"

The man was walking towards an elevator door that was about to close. He was about to hit it.

"Oh, be careful!"

Baldi rushed over like lightning, quickly held the elevator door with her hand, and held the elevator door for the pile of long legged documents, so as to prevent her from bumping into the closed elevator entrance.

"Oh, thank you, man." From the back of the document, a young man with thick glasses stuck out his head. He looked at the elevator door with a lingering fear and said, "good guy, I almost scattered the document, but I've been tidying it all day."

Baldi followed the man into the elevator and asked impatiently, "excuse me, what floor is minister Bach's office?"

"The minister visited Moscow today, don't you know?"

Holding a pile of documents, the man said curiously: "brother, are you really good to see the Minister of magic so dirty?"

"I have something important to do." The young man shook a letter with a red stamp in his hand and stressed, "it's very important!"

Holding the document, the man looked forward, and he saw the stamp pattern clearly, showing a clear look: "from Hogwarts?"

"Yes," the young man said.

"Come with me, I happen to send the document to the minister. But I can remind you that his secretary is not easy to deal with. If you don't explain your intention, she won't let you in at all. "

With that, the elevator door opened with a thud.

Baldi trotted all the way behind the man holding the document. He was surprised and asked, "so many documents are signed by the minister alone?"

The young man rolled his eyes: "this is the third time I've given it today. Originally, it was his secretary's job, but his secretary recently sprained his foot..."

Baldi was stunned. He had heard for a long time that the current Minister of magic, Hoffa Bach, is a famous workaholic. He didn't want to exaggerate more than what is said outside.

Just as they walked through the porch and came to the hall of the Minister of magic's office, someone called out to him discontentedly: "Hey, that cockscomb, don't rush in! What do you do? "

As soon as Baldi stopped, he felt that he had combed his hair on his head. The young man who sent the document gave him a "good luck" look, and then he trotted away with the document in his arms.

Baldi turned and saw that it was a middle-aged woman sitting at her desk. She was looking at him sternly with slanting eyes. "What are you looking at? You guy, from that department, you have to see the Minister of magic without an appointment!"

Her voice was so terrible that the other office workers sitting in the Office raised their heads and stared at the young man who had broken into the room with untidy clothes and messy hair.

"Oh, my God...!" Baldi blushed. He covered his head in chagrin. "Listen, I'm not an official of the Ministry of magic. I'm a teaching assistant at Hogwarts. I've come to send a letter to the minister at the command of headmaster Dumbledore."

Dumbledore's letter!

The middle-aged woman's look eased a little. He held out his hand and said, "I can't do without an appointment. Give me the letter and I'll hand it over to you."

People in the office looked at him curiously. Baldi only felt the pressure, but he still stubbornly hid the letter behind him.

This action made several people in the office laugh. Baldi didn't know what they were laughing at. But it must have something to do with that middle-aged woman.

Sure enough, the middle-aged woman limped out from behind her desk and came to Baldi with a bad expression.

"Hey, smelly boy, I'm afraid you didn't mean to work for me. All the minister's letters must be approved by me before they can be handed over to the minister. If you don't know what's interesting, don't blame me for calling Auror over... ""Oh dear!"

Baldi was worried. He looked around and whispered in the woman's ear, "the content of the letter is about the minister's children... I have something to say to the minister face to face."

When she heard that it was about the minister's children, the bitterness on the middle-aged woman's face quickly disappeared. She limped back to her desk, quickly grabbed the phone, dialed a few buttons, and got through. She covered the receiver and said a few words quickly, while she pointed her eyes at Baldi.

Soon, the middle-aged woman put down the phone, pointed to a group of sofas in the distance and said faintly, "go there and sit and wait. You are very lucky. The minister will come back from Moscow in half an hour."

Hoo...

Baldi was relieved, not so anxious.

He sat on the sofa and began to wait. The people in the minister's office continued their work, busy but quiet.

After waiting for a while, Baldi saw that no one paid attention to him, so he wandered around the office curiously. This is the top of power in the magical world, but it seems surprisingly ordinary.

There is not much special decoration in the whole office, but a lot of photos. The photos are all black and white. If you look at them carefully, they are all old photos more than ten years ago. Most of the contents of the photos are tragic and real war scenes.

Baldi was born in the new generation. He has no memory of the protracted war in the old days, but he also heard about it in books, teachers and elders. It is the most terrible war in the magic world so far, and it is also the latest change.

Along the photo wall, he came to the glass curtain wall of the Ministry of magic building, the sky outside the glass window, and slowly flew over a white airship. Under the airship, there are endless magic blankets, floating high-rise buildings, some vehicles flying in the sky, and lush forests beside the road.

The great prosperity outside is in sharp contrast to the tragedy in the photo. Baldi suddenly realized the minister's intention of such layout. Did he hang the past photos on the wall to remind himself all the time?

Just thinking about it, there was a commotion in the porch.

Several Aurors, surrounded by a middle-aged man in a dark black wizard's robe, came from the hall. He was in his thirties, black-and-white hair, full of energy, and was walking like a tiger. A young female secretary was beside him, turning over the papers in her hand while running, and chattering incessantly.

Baldi immediately recognized the man in the crowd, although he had seen Hoffa Bach countless times in posters and magic stations, the man who ended the war and rebuilt the wizarding society, the only Minister of Magic who served three consecutive terms in history, and also the most powerful person in the world. He is the idol of countless young witches. Baldi has read his speech many times, but when he really stood in front of the Minister of magic, his legs were still weak.

"Minister Bach..."

he stammered as Hoffa passed him.

Maybe he was too busy, or maybe the Secretary beside him was too eloquent. The party walked straight in front of Baldi, and no one noticed Baldi.

Seeing that the Minister of magic was about to enter the office, Baldi finally summoned up his courage and cried out, "minister Bach!"

When Hoffa heard someone calling him, he turned his head and saw a cockscomb boy covered with ashes standing in his office, slightly surprised.

"Ba..... Bach..... Minister, i... i... I have something to ask for you..."

Baldi tied his tongue and stammered, sweating from his forehead.

The magic minister's side Aoluo saw his face, and his body was in a mess, and his face was not good.

Hoffa immediately put out his hand to stop some Aurors and said gently, "what's the matter with you? Speak slowly."

Baldi looked at the Aurors beside him, gritted his teeth, and whispered in Hoffa's ear.

After hearing this, Hoffa nodded, pressed the boy's back and brought him into his office. As soon as he closed the door, he sighed, "what did Dumbledore do with it?"

A few Aurors left, and so did the chattering secretary. Baldi immediately relaxed a lot, he did not stutter, earnestly said: "because of your daily management, so Dumbledore headmaster had to contact your wife first, want her to help, but after your wife went, he instead ran to the highest part of Ravenclaw tower, how refused to come down."

Hoffa sighed: "I see. Now, he hasn't come down."

"I picked him up on my broomstick and handed him over to your wife. Your wife was very angry. She was really angry... So headmaster Dumbledore wrote this letter to you and asked me to hand it over to you face to face. He asked me to tell you that everything is fine at school now. But if you can, please spare a little time to accompany him, otherwise... "

Baldi will stop talking.

"I see." Hoffa said gently, patting the young man on the back. "Thank you, Baldi. It's really hard for you."The young man was startled, extremely surprised and asked, "you, how do you know my name?"

"I heard from Dumbledore a long time ago that you, the hechpatch seeker, won the final points for four years in a row. I also saw your Quidditch game. That game you played against Ravenclaw was very wonderful, very wonderful." Hoffa said in praise.

The young man's eyes were full of tears. His whole body was trembling with excitement. He only felt that the man was shining all over.

Hoffa helped him straighten his messy collar with a smile and joked: "but next time you come to the Ministry of magic, remember to come by the super flying road network. The stove is now a souvenir. If it's damaged, you'll have to pay for it."

"I... I know..." Baldi strong tears, excited all over the shudder.

It would be a great honor to let others know that Hoffa Bach, the Minister of magic and the Minister of Magic who has been elected for three consecutive terms, has not only seen his competition, remembered his name, but even helped himself to tidy his collar.

"Well, go back and say sorry to Professor Dumbledore for me." Hoffa patted him on the shoulder.

"I understand." Baldi took a deep breath and said with an unusual composure.

"Very good." Hoffa said with great appreciation.

The young wizard nodded, solemnly turned and left the room of the Minister of magic's office. After the female secretary looked at him that suddenly meticulous appearance, not from the curl. I thought it was another guy who was conquered by the charm of the minister.

...

...

however, in the office, after the young wizard left, Hoffa was very tired and leaned back in his chair. The meeting with a foreign wizard cost him a lot of energy. There are still a lot of complicated government affairs waiting for him to deal with. He needs to sign the new wizard education bill. He needs to solve the growing scarcity of magic materials. It takes him a lot of energy to maintain domestic stability. The widening gap between the rich and the poor is also a headache for him.

In contrast, the craziest adventure of youth is nothing compared with this work.

Now Dumbledore has sent him another letter... Looking at the calendar on the table, September 1st. He took out his wand, turned it into a letter opener, and opened the letter Dumbledore wrote to him.

After reading, Hoffa showed such a wry smile. He covered his forehead and moaned: "Oh... Er... You boy..."

the content of Dumbledore's letter is very implicit, which means that his new son beat several children of the same age when he entered school. Dumbledore hopes that he can take it out in private Time to talk with him and accompany him.

Seeing the contents of the letter, Hoffa was very sad. He wanted to go back immediately and give the silly boy a lecture.

However, the brief mood swings did not knock him down. He put down his letters and began to read the documents at his desk. While reading, he runs the so hum mantra that Silby taught him. In a simple breath, he is calm.

Two hours later, he finally raised his head from the pile of papers, rubbed his temple and pressed the bell on the table.

The messenger Secretary outside came in and asked, "minister, what can I do for you?"

When the secretary came in, the fatigue on Hoffa's face completely disappeared. He became energetic and sat upright. He quickly signed the document in front of him.

"Get ready, give these documents to director general Helga, and tell him that I have read the approval of the Department of transport. If there is no accident, we can start construction. I want to see 20 super flying vehicles by the end of the year."

"All right."

The Secretary rushed forward and took over the document in Hoffa's hand.

After Hoffa signed several copies, he said: "also, let Richard of the Department of magic goods control be informed verbally, and let him send someone to strengthen the control of contraband in the market this year. In addition, let the legal department come to me for a meeting with him at eight tomorrow morning. "

"I see." The secretary took out a small book and wrote it down. He hesitated and said, "minister Bach."

"Well?"

"Raymond Denton, the former director of the Department of environmental protection, has always wanted to see you. He seems to be suffering from the days in the reserve," the Secretary said

"No," Hoffa said calmly, "tell the old man when he can restore the unicorn herd in the Western forest to the level before his term of office, and see me again."

"I see."

Hoffa handed the signed document to his secretary, thought for a moment, and said, "Oh, by the way, let kloppner help Miranda host the press conference of international affairs department tonight. She may not go today."

"This..." always obedient and smart secretary but some hesitation.

"What's the matter, Phyllis?"

"Minister, your wife... Is famous for punctuality and... (secretary's words for a few seconds)... Er... Strong, she may not be happy to know that kloppner helped her organize the press conference."

Hoffa knew that she had fired several subordinates because she was too strict last time. No wonder my secretary is afraid of his hands and feet. However, Dumbledore wrote to himself today, for fear that he would have to take Miranda off."Never mind. Let Chloe go. I'll take care of her." Hoffa said gently, "it's hard for you."

"It should be."

The Secretary said no more.

She walked out of the minister's office with the nearly half meter thick, crumbling papers Hoffa had given her.

After reviewing the papers, Hoffa stood up, took a sip of tea, emptied his chair a little, and stood up. He went into the portal in the corner and said briefly, "the house of bakh."