Chapter 296： Crouch and Bagman

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Ministry of Magic.

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

"Mr. Haipu, hello."

"Mr. Haipu, congratulations."

Felix nodded in response, and after a speech at the Ministry of Magic, he had many more acquaintances. He came to the meeting room No. 3 familiarly, and there was only one old wizard in the room. He raised his head tremblingly: "Felix Haip?"

"You are...Augustus Gray? I remember you, at Belby's award ceremony."

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

"You praised, Mr. Gray." Felix said with a smile.

The two chatted. Augustus Gray worked in the Wiesengamo Affairs Office seventy years ago, and was responsible for regular paperwork. He was a reckless young man back then, and then he was slow. Slow was promoted to the head of the office. He knew the Ministry very well and knew many interesting anecdotes and gossip.

"...The little girl Bertha is innocent and loves to help others. She asked me if I need a crutches..."

Felix blinked. "Is Bertha Jorkins? I seem to have heard this name."

A cheerful voice appeared from behind the two, "Ha~ what are you discussing?"

Felix turned around. This was a big wizard. It was obvious that he used to be tall and strong, but now he is going downhill. His body is more rounded, and it is hard to think of the word burly again.

His movements are very big, his arms are constantly waving with his words, and his voice is full of emotion and contagious.

"Hello, I’m Ludo Bagman, and you’re Felix Hap? I heard someone in the ministry say-Arthur, Arthur Weasley, I don’t know if you know him, he I was very impressed with your last speech." Bagman shook his blond hair, leaned closer and whispered: "Nice work, I mean, I also hate McNeill, quite annoying..."

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

"Yeah, yeah," Bagman interrupted him eagerly, with a smile on his face: "Who said no, I was not in the ministry, there were fan gatherings, these people are really enthusiastic... Oh my God, I Love them, but, um, I knew what was going on the first time I heard it," he squeezed his eyes, "I know some people from the pure-blood family very well, it's my father's relationship... they told me a lot. thing."

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

"Ahem, I can't say, I promised them, but," Bagman held back for a while, he couldn't help himself, he pretended to be mysterious: "You are very famous in the pure-blooded clan, they are all I am in awe of you, I feel even more in awe of Barty Crouch than Barty Crouch. By the way, Barty—"

He suddenly yelled into the distance. Felix followed the voice and saw a man in his fifties with a straight waist and a blunt movement. The straight wizard robe was spotless, with no trace of the corners Folds.

Crouch came over, and he walked in a straight straight line. "Bugman, hello." Crouch said politely, his short moustache is very neat, as if it had been trimmed with a ruler, "I have been looking for you for work."

"Let's put aside the **** of work, and come over and chat for a while." Bagman said enthusiastically: "I will introduce you, this is my new friend, Felix Haip, today's protagonist, he is in Unique in the field of memory therapy!"

Crouch reached out his hand calmly, "Hello, Mr. Haipu, it is 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 something happens, you can leave at any time."

"That's right," Bagman said with a smile on his face, "Who makes only you understand their twisty and weird accent, it's really hard for you..."

"You have to be with me too, Bagman. There is a lot of work over there, and someone must be watching, otherwise it will be two hundred scattered sand, the number is still increasing, and I am helpless."

"I know," Bagman said awkwardly, but he quickly found a reason, "I'm also busy, you know, the communication on the American side is not smooth, they want to change the rules, but who am I, I will definitely not compromise—"

Crouch raised his eyebrows. "We promise not to disclose any details before we make an announcement."

"Oh, details!" Bagman waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "But the event took place at Hogwarts, and we have to talk to them during the holidays-details, you see, I bet Haipu knows something. what."

He turned his head to look at Felix, and said expectantly: "You must know that some things cannot be avoided at all. Dumbledore 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. "Old Fudge wants to bring more people in. Vagadu in Africa, if you want me to say, I think his brain is broken. NS."

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

"Oh, uh, okay." Bagman was a little at a loss, shrinking his shoulders with a wince, "Listen to you, let's talk about today's protagonist, my good friend-Felix Hepp. "

He said with bright eyes: "The youngest recipient of the St. Mungo Medical Badge, that is not easy. I remember some old men, I mean, older therapists."

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

"I remember Peter Pettigrew, he was only 21 years old when he died." Crouch said slowly, obviously, he didn't want to discuss this topic.

"Admirable, he is a hero." Bagman said flatly, his tone was not so respectful. "But Mr. Haipu is not bad, only this year—" He glanced at Felix, and Felix said briefly, "23 years old."

"Yes, 23 years old, and still relying on my true ability, memory impairment, I am not familiar with this one, it should be a shortcoming in the treatment of memory? I think Bertha Jorkins needs to see what she has done It was a headache. I couldn't find the venue, and I wandered around for a week."

Barty Crouch didn't speak, but kept his face straight.

"What do you think, Barty? She should be in the ministry today. It's better to let her come..."

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

"what?"

"She was away, I approved her vacation and let her go on vacation."

"Uh, but she is my person, Barty..."

Mr. Barty Crouch suddenly lost his temper: "Then you should take the responsibility spend the time you spend meeting with fans on maintaining the venue, instead of leaving everything to I."

Bagman's momentum immediately weakened, like a punctured balloon, "I didn't mean that, okay, you're right, it's okay to let her relax, she is not many people... "

Crouch left in a hurry, Bagman was a little uneasy, chatted a few words unnaturally, and left, "I'd better talk to the Americans again. In fact, their thoughts are not...not so outrageous."

More and more people poured into the living room. Felix had to say hello one by one, saying some nonsense nonsense. It took him a long time to dismiss Cornelius Fudge. Fudge didn’t know if it was a mistake. After taking the medicine, he has been enthusiastically introducing him to the senior officials of the pure-blood faction of the Ministry of Magic. Fortunately, he saw some familiar faces.

"Felius, Minerva, Severus, and Damocles, did you get together?"

"You will be very busy today," Damocles Bellby said understandingly. "We will pass the time by ourselves. We will have a lot to say when we meet again after a long absence."