Hogwarts Homecoming

The light rain that had been pattering before going to sleep suddenly became vigorous again in the middle of the night last night, and a series of shocking thunderbolts struck the undulating black lake, which also made the giant squid sleeping in the lake suffer a lot. Frightened by the ground, the big guy made waves in the storm, and at one point the lake flooded the high ground of the lawn in the courtyard.

Filch, who watched the night and discovered this scene, was helpless, so he had to take the risk of waking up his immediate superior.

In order not to let the little wizards who wake up early tomorrow find that Hogwarts Castle has been moved to the water, Amosta had to have a "pleasant" "negotiation" with the big squid in the heavy rain. After that, he spent some time repairing the messy embankment. In short, he almost didn't sleep all night.

And this noisy night directly led to the failure of Amosta's original plan to arrive at the Ministry of Magic before eight o'clock the next morning.

The whole of March and April was probably a disaster that ordinary employees of the Ministry of Magic would never want to look back on.

First, Amosta Bryan wiped out the most evil gang of werewolves in Britain, followed by the arrest of Sirius Black who escaped from Azkaban, and finally Peter, who was awarded the Merlin First Class Medal, was actually a The murderer who betrayed his friends and the Wizengamot's trial.

Any one of these things would have been enough for people to discuss for a whole year in the past, but now, such a major event that affects the entire European magic world has happened in just one or two months. It is conceivable that this has given the British Ministry of Magic How many unnecessary troubles have been brought by the officials.

Now that things are finally over, of course, Rufus Scrimgeour and his men are still busy trying to figure out who tampered with the Portkey to Azkaban in the Department of Mysteries, causing Peter to be arrested. Assassination, but this matter has nothing to do with most officials.

Now, they can go back to their daily, comfortable and busy work.

London's drainage system seems to have failed to withstand the test of the torrential rain last night. When Amostar with a tired face appeared in the alley where the telephone booth at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic was, he was surprised to find that the deserted alley was muddy. The stagnant water did not reach his ankles.

"Oh, bad!" Amosta frowned and looked at the 'ocean', "I hope the Ministry of Magic is not flooded."

Although the entrance phone booth looks dilapidated, its quality is still reliable. Amosta successfully entered the entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Even on normal days, the Ministry of Magic is still extremely noisy, and everyone who appears here has anxious faces and windy footsteps.

The heavy rain seemed to have affected the Ministry of Magic a bit. When Amosta walked out of the fireplace, he saw that many fireplaces on the left, right and opposite had stopped cooking. The palatial hall was in disarray.

At this moment, a middle-aged wizard with a pale face came out from a working fireplace opposite Amosta. This wizard has two big dark circles under his eyes, and his hair is also messy. Moreover, he seems to have just waded through the mud, and the pair of black leather shoes under his feet are covered by a layer of mud.

"Can you stop messing with me, Dirk!"

Tycross, who directed the staff to repair the fireplace, was furious when he saw a series of clear mud footprints left on the ground where Cresway walked.

"I have been dealing with these things that have nothing to do with me all morning. First, the minister's office was flooded, and then the deputy minister's. There are problems everywhere. I have had enough!"

"Let me tell you what's wrong, Wicky!"

Creswell, who was breathing heavily, suddenly regained his energy. He was out of breath, staring at Tycross who accused him,

"A heavy rain ruined our hard work for half a month. The woodland turned into a swamp. A dozen guys who worked overtime to build the stands were sent to St. Mungo's. I soaked in the heavy rain all night to check the rest. Will the place also collapse, I suffered this to give you a place to put your butt when you watch the Quidditch World Cup during the summer vacation, Wicky, this is not my job, but you are now because of a little mud Pip yelled at me!"

"oh--"

Tycross weakened,

"Thank you for your selflessness, Dirk, I just, uh—"

Then, Tycross saw Amosta who was watching the fun, he didn't recognize who it was for a moment, so he rolled his eyes angrily,

"Please leave quickly, sir, the hall is in a mess right now, and it's not a place for you to watch a good show."

Amosta raised his brows and didn't speak, but Cresswell suddenly opened his eyes wide. Excitement made the exhaustion and resentment disappear from his face. He rushed over a few steps and grabbed Amos tower hand,

"My God, if I didn't admit my mistake—oh, how could I!"

Cresswell smiled, he shook Amosta's hand hard,

"The famous Mr. Blaine, I am your loyal fan!"

"Oh, thanks-"

Amosta smiled restrainedly, he wanted to take back his hand, but this guy named Dirk held his hand tightly, and pulled him to the elevator hall on his own initiative.

"Which floor are you going to, Mr. Blaine?"

When he stepped into the elevator, Cresswell graciously pressed the elevator for him.

"Well—" Amosta pondered for a few seconds, "Actually, I'm going to Mr. Crouch's office, and I have an appointment with him."

"That's the fifth floor!"

Creswell enthusiastically introduced to Amosta the locations of the various functional departments of the Ministry of Magic.

Along the way, Amosta basically didn't speak much, but this guy named Dirk Cresswell introduced himself clearly.

"--I'm a Slytherin too,"

After arriving on the fifth floor, Cresswell directed Amosta to the location of Crouch's office,

"But when I was at Hogwarts, the dean of this college was still Professor Slughorn. We often wrote letters to talk about the situation. When we were discussing Fenrir Greyback some time ago, he even told me expressed regret--"

Cresswell noticed the surprise on Amosta's face, and quickly explained,

"To you, Mr. Blaine, not to Greyback. Slughorn thought he should have insisted on retiring later, so that he could become your Headmaster instead of Severus Snape. Picked up a bargain!"

"Ho ho, pass on for me, I am very grateful for his kindness."

Amosta smiled, he stopped in front of an office door,

"I think I should be somewhere."

"I'll knock on the door for you!"

Cressway didn't understand what Amosta meant, he squeezed in front of Amosta and knocked on the door for him.

"you are late."

This is a very depressing office, not to mention the old-fashioned decoration, which makes people feel as if they have returned to the eighteenth century. Just looking at the orderly arrangement of various documents on the surrounding shelves, it makes people feel One can feel that the owner of the office is a person who is so rigorous that he almost has a compulsory certificate.

Barty Crouch was standing behind his desk, expressionless, but staring at Creswell and Amosta who entered through the door with strong eyes.

"It's not Mr. Blaine's fault!"

Before Amostar could explain why, Cresswell cried out, and he cried out in righteous indignation,

"To be fair, Mr. Crouch, if the Ministry had been generous enough to spend some money on fixing up our infrastructure, the lobby wouldn't be such a mess now!"

"You know Barty's style, Dirk, he's used to being factual."

There is not only one person in Barty Crouch's office, Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Magical Sports, is also here, and another person is meeting guests on the other side of the office with Ludo Bagman District suppressed his voice and muttered and discussed something. It was he who was defending Barty Crouch. Moreover, there was a suitcase under the man's feet, and he seemed to be going out.

"Oh, Cuthbert?"

Cresswell called out the man's name,

"Why are you here? Didn't you ask for leave with the minister and plan to go on vacation?"

"I'm ready for a ride!"

The director of the Fairy Liaison Office, Cresswell's immediate boss kicked the suitcase and said happily,

"I'm going to go to Paris for a few days. Originally, I planned to use Muggle transportation, but Ludo told me that they were going to Paris too. I happened to be able to use the multinational fireplace in Buddy's office. Batty is very talkative, He agreed immediately!"

From Barty Crouch's expression, Amosta could see that the biggest reason he agreed was - he didn't want to be harassed endlessly.