Chapter 816： Relational account

Chapter 816 Relationship household

“How was your summer vacation?”

The two turned into a desolate street, surrounded by only a few dilapidated offices, which was a completely different world from the bustling street they had just come over.

"It's okay, are you planning to go to the Quidditch World Cup this year?"

Not far away, a dilapidated red telephone booth caught his attention. He remembered that one entrance of the Ministry of Magic was in a public toilet, and the other was a dilapidated telephone booth.

"No, the British team has been playing badly. It has been 30 years without a trophy. It is estimated that they will lose badly this year." Bud is very optimistic about the few British Quidditch teams.

"It's normal. This country has been going downhill, and I feel like it's dying. Recently, there have been a lot of troubles on the Muggle side, which made me afraid to eat beef." Albert casually found a topic Chatting with Bard.

"We're here." Bud pointed to the dilapidated red telephone booth ahead, and said to Albert, "You go in first."

"Is the entrance here?"

Albert opened the dilapidated telephone booth and walked in, turned his head and asked Bud behind him: "Actually, I'm curious, why don't we apparate directly to the Ministry of Magic?"

Bud also squeezed into the phone booth, picked up the broken phone, 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 enter here by mistake, and at most wondered why the dilapidated phone booth hadn't been dismantled.

"Need to dial the number 62442." Bud reached out and dialed the number, as a demonstration for Albert: "The main reason is that you are not yet an adult, and there are a lot of guys staring at you recently. I think it takes time to go through the procedure." , so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to you. I have said hello to the other side, and we are going to go through a process. "

"Those guys don't do what people should do all day long." Albert shook his head and said, "If you are envious, you can have more children, maybe you can produce a few geniuses. Even if you can't produce geniuses, you can still do something for the birth of the magic world." Contribution. If there were a tenth as many wizards as there were Muggles, there would be no need to hide underground like mice."

"Your words remind me of someone."

"Gellert Grindelwald?"

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

As Bud recalled, the dial whirred back to its original position. A woman's indifferent voice suddenly sounded in the phone booth. The voice did not come from the microphone, but clearly appeared 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 what you are here to do."

"Bud Broad, a member of the Wizengamot, is here to help Mr. Albert Anderson apply for the temporary use of magic by underage wizards."

"Thank you," the woman said indifferently, "Guests, please pick up the badge and put it in front of your clothes."

A silver badge slid out of the metal chute that is usually used to return coins. Albert reached out to pick it up and looked at the badge carefully. It read: Albert Anderson, go through the formalities.

"I guess you probably don't like this. To be honest, I don't like it either. It's too cumbersome." Bud winked at Albert and said, "Besides, it's easy for wizards who are going to the Ministry of Magic to leave for the first time." bad impression."

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

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

There are actually many ways to prevent Voldemort from being resurrected. The simplest is to dump or replace old Tom's ashes, so that Tom can't find the bones of his relatives and boil soup to resurrect him.

However, Albert never thought of doing that.

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

As for bloodshed?

There is no revolution without bloodshed.

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

There was a saying in my previous life: Other people’s children will never die.

"What are you thinking?" Bud asked.

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

"That prophecy is about to come true?" Bud was surprised and guessed the reason for Albert's words.

"Yes, very close."

The sidewalk outside the glass windows of the phone booth rose higher and higher until at last it was dark over their heads and they could see nothing.

"Peter Pettigrew is not dead." Albert looked at the darkness ahead and said softly, "He probably went to Albania."

Bard already understood what Albert meant. 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 appear soon, at the Quidditch World Cup." Albert said mysteriously, "I also saw Potter's wanted list. The number one bad guy, a reward of 10,000 gold galleons."

"As long as Dumbledore is alive." Bud suddenly had a bad feeling, "The Ministry of Magic should not be able to..."

yes!

As long as Dumbledore is still alive, Voldemort will not dare to blatantly control the Ministry of Magic. This is the so-called sky falling down on the tall man.

In peacetime, no one realizes this.

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

Actually, even if Scrimgeour took measures to deal with Voldemort's rise, it would be useless. In order to control the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort would inevitably get rid of him and find a suitable puppet to replace him.

Even if he compromised with the Dark Lord, it was useless, who made the head of the Auror office so hated.

"No accident, the principal should be dying soon."

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

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

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

The woman's voice sounded again, and the door of the phone booth 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 the sign "Security Check".

The middle-aged wizard who received them looked like a salted fish, but he respected Bud, and stared at him in surprise after noticing Albert's name.

"Put your wand there, please."

The wizard was polite to Albert and asked him to put his wand on a brass machine that looked like a balance.

That's the machine that checks the wand.

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

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

"Oh, well, that surprises me."

Old Barty Crouch looked up and down at Albert beside Bud, and said to Percy who was also a little surprised: "Wetherby, please send this to the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic Office, and find their director Umm Ricky sign it."

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

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

"Arranging Portkeys in five continental organizations is not an easy task." Crouch looked really tired.

"If I were you, I would definitely find an easy job for myself." Bud said with a smile.

"Not everyone likes to be lazy like you." Crouch shook his head.

"I am not lazy, I have been cultivating excellent wizards." Bud raised his finger and pointed to Albert, expressing that he was not 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, and you will definitely feel a lot easier." Bud said as if selling something, "Albert also mastered very Multi-national languages, very suitable to take over your job after you retire."

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

While the two were talking, Percy had already returned with the parchment. Crouch glanced at the parchment, stamped a stamp on it, and handed the parchment to Bard.

"Good luck, it would be even better if you can win an award." Crouch said to Albert: "Britain hasn't won an international award for a long time."

(end of this chapter)