The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

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Jim Harker, the newly appointed Secretary of State for Administration, has been on a tear recently. One commentator published a bureaucratic-bashing article that mentioned Huck — certainly not a good thing to be in an article like this — saying that Huck had failed to deliver on his political promise to streamline the administration. Fatal bashing for a politician. "Huck should be fired to save at least one person's salary", this sentence made Huck terrified, so he decided to launch a "saving campaign".

As a newcomer in politics, Huck still retains a certain kindness. He is really willing to do something, so he is really ready to fulfill his promise, which is naturally met with crazy resistance from the civil service system.

As a result, after the "saving movement" began, Huck's life had a lot of inconvenience. His driver was transferred away, "Miss Tea ( was gone, and Secretary Bernard had no subordinates. Many things had to be done by himself. The whole person is busy like a clock. Noise flooded the administrative affairs department as nighttime cleaners were also fired, causing cleaning times to be shifted to daytime.

The more deadly thing is in the back. Under the "mischief", Huck's documents that he was going to discuss with others about layoffs were sent to the union representatives. This is layoffs! How could the trade union representatives be able to bear it? They directly organized people to "rush" Huck.

It was raining overnight, and Huck also had a banquet organized by the French ambassador to attend tonight. As a result, on the way to the French embassy, ​​it rained heavily and Huck's car turned off! It also rained heavily in the sky, which really answered the sentence: all the heroes who are transported to the heaven and the earth are not free. Huck's wife, Anne, couldn't bear it any longer and turned her head to go home. Huck went to the embassy in the rain—he didn't dare to pigeon off the banquet. The eyes of the French are smaller than those of horses. If Huck breaks his appointment this time, it will be a very bad diplomatic incident.

How small are the eyes of the French? As a foreign student, if you dare to defend in English, you will face endless questions. If you doubt your life and feel like a waste, the teacher will add a question at the end: Why do you use English in your defense.

"You have to study French well!" No matter which subject professors, they like to say this sentence.

If the defense is in French, the world line will change. No matter how heavy your accent is, the professors will maintain a cheerful mood, and at the end they will say very kindly - wow, your report is really good~, I still have a few small problems...

Not a difficult one.

When Huck arrived at the French embassy, ​​he was as embarrassed as a homeless man. At first, the French didn't believe it: you brought the British minister, don't you have a bus?

After the ambassador came out, he was shocked to find that this guy was really the minister of the British Empire! Everyone was shocked.

After Huck was full, changed into clean clothes, and walked out of the embassy drunk, the rain had stopped. The French were kind enough to provide Huck with a Renault car, but the "careless" staff forgot to assign a driver to Mr. Huck.

He walked to the borrowed car, and the key fell into the sewer. He could only lie on the ground and try to retrieve the key. At this time, he was embarrassed, and what was even worse was that his appearance was photographed by two reporters!

That's what Huck goes through when Tom meets Huck.

Huck almost collapsed.

Seeing how drunk he was, Tom walked directly beside him, pointed at the sewer, and Huck's car keys flew up.

"Sir, your car keys." Tom handed him the keys.

"Ah, thanks, hiccup—" Huck hiccups, took the key, opened the door with trembling hands, sat down on the co-pilot, and then made a gesture of holding the steering wheel.

"Why isn't the steering wheel responding today? Where's my accelerator? Yeah? The brakes are gone too!"

Tom covered his face: This guy is outrageous drunk! Let him drive in such a state, doesn't he let him die? If you are caught by the police, I am afraid it will be very troublesome, right?

At this time, Tom still didn't know Huck's identity-for political figures, he only knew what the Prime Minister looked like, and he didn't know any of the big figures such as the Speaker and the leader of the opposition party. After all, in this year, the medium of information is still newspapers and television, and ministers like Hacker have not had a high exposure rate.

Not to mention the 1990s, even 30 years later, when information flowed at the speed of light, ordinary people would probably know the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, and perhaps the Speaker who likes to shout "order".

If he knew Huck's identity, at least he wouldn't be worried about him being caught by the police. Ministers at the level of Harker have something called a "traffic silver badge", which is a privilege given to ministers by the Emperor, allowing them to drive into the cordon or park in a prohibited parking area - for the theory of drunk driving Useless, but actually grants immunity.

The traffic police can only report to the top, and the minister only needs to make a trip to the Ministry of the Interior to ensure that he can pass the border safely. If you have a honeymoon period with the Cabinet Secretariat, you don't even have to run away from the Home Office.

Tom looked at Huck trying to start the car in the co-pilot, and realized that the man was now out of his mind. He always felt that it seemed irresponsible for him and for pedestrians to just leave him here. Out of a trace of pity in his heart, Tom scratched his head and said to Ron behind him, "You should be able to drive a normal car, right?"

Ron stuck his head in the window, glanced at the dashboard, and confidently said he could drive the car.

Thanks to the 1990s when there wasn't much car work, Ron would drive a Ford and, of course, a Renault at the French embassy.

"Clear water is like a spring!" "Recovery!"

A spring of water gushed from the tip of Tom's cane, and the cold water hit Huck's face, followed by a ray of light. The next moment Huck was awake, and his brain paralyzed by alcohol also resumed operation.

"Ah, I- oh, thank you!" he responded, mumbling his thanks while trying awkwardly to climb into the driver's seat.

Tom looked at the completely dark night sky, and then looked at the empty streets - it is undoubtedly difficult to get a taxi at this point, so he stopped Huck, "Sir, you are so drunk, don't drive Well, let's take you back. But in return, can you lend us your car and we'll drive it to Charing Cross."

Huck hesitated for two seconds before agreeing. He is very confident, this is London, and as a minister of the cabinet, he will not be stolen.

"Of course!" He happily agreed, then gave up the driver's seat and told Tom his address.

After the car started, Tom asked Huck curiously, "Why did two reporters take your photo just now?"

"Reporters? What reporters?" Huck, who was a little drunk after getting in the car, instantly sobered up. He immediately realized the seriousness of the problem: he advocated the "conservation movement", but ended up lying on the street drunk, what does it look like !

He could already think of the headlines for tomorrow's paper: "Drunken in the gutter after Masters of Conservation champagne reception", "Huck exhausted and out of control after ambassador's reception", "Administrative affairs secretary overexcited like a fool".

He slumped weakly on the seat, "I'm Huck, just a hapless..."

"Huck?" Tom turned his head to look at the man. Indeed, he was well-dressed, with a high probability. "That Huck?"

"Yes, that Huck, have you heard of me?" Huck looked up.

"I heard that the driver mentioned you in a taxi before, and he thinks you will be fired soon."

Huck covered his face.

Tom suddenly had a bold idea.

"Mr. Huck, we seem to be able to help you," he told Ron to stop right away, and now that the two reporters had not gone far, he saw the corners of their clothes just disappearing into the corner.

Before the car stopped, he jumped out of the car in one stride and ran towards the two reporters. In fact, the two of them are not journalists, they are just paparazzi who make a living by taking private photos of celebrities and selling them to newspapers.

The two were excitedly discussing which newspaper to sell the photo to when Tom trotted towards them. The paparazzi's intuition made them realize that something was wrong, so they tried to run away.

"Forget it!" Two white lights flashed, and their expressions became dazed. Tom also took the opportunity to take their cameras and cut out the film inside.

By the time they came to their senses, Tom was far away.

The two have completely forgotten what happened tonight.

"Huh—" Tom sighed and threw the film to Huck. "Here's the negative, keep it. Don't worry, no one will remember what happened tonight."

Huck: !

"You won't..." He suddenly panicked, the person in front of him wouldn't kill the two paparazzi!

"Don't worry, no one's hurt." Tom saw at a glance that Huck had misunderstood. "If you're worried, you can read the paper tomorrow. I promise you it's like nothing happened tonight."

Huck still looked suspicious and dubious. But when Ron drove the car to his house under his guidance, he relaxed a lot.

"Anyway, thank you all for today." Huck and Tom shook hands one by one. "Let's go up and have a cup of hot tea?" Huck glanced at his apartment and thought about it. As a courtesy, he extended an invitation to the three lads.

Tom was naturally more respectful than obedient, so five minutes later, they appeared in the living room of Huck's house, with black tea made by Mrs. Huck's Anne in front of them.

"Your situation doesn't seem optimistic?"

A few people gathered together, naturally it was impossible to just drink tea, they chatted naturally, and the topic turned to Huck's own situation.

Huck sighed, "The work of the administrative affairs department is really not going well, you know, I took the initiative to launch a saving action, and I just found out that in order to implement my action, the department will actually add 400 civil servants! Let them come Do thorough research, gather facts and figures..."

Huck looked terribly frustrated.

"These measures require manpower," Huck picked up his black tea, and at this time he had the urge to replace the tea with whiskey, so that he could get drunk, "If I still insist on implementing the Conquest Department Supervision Office, I will Four hundred new jobs to be added! Heck!"

Tom, Harry and Ron:  …

They all saw something strange. Clearly, some people were dissatisfied with Harker's new policy and adopted this attitude of passive resistance.

When Huck talked about this topic, he only felt a huge headache, and he didn't know what to do.

Tom thought for a while. "I have an idea, maybe I can help you."

"Oh?" Huck regained his spirits a little, but he didn't hold out much hope for it: what could an ardent old man and two young children come up with?

"You can suspend the conservation campaign, stop the construction of the construction department's inspectorate's office, so you can say in the press release that you have successfully cut 800 jobs."

Huck: Ah this...

"Actually, I believe that your cabinet secretary must have drafted such a proposal, just waiting for you to sign it!"

Huck: !

His few remaining conscience made him hesitate: "But no one has taken up these positions yet!"

"Then you can count the 800 layoffs as performance." Tom didn't care about that. Huck needed a solution, and he came up with a solution—and it didn't do any harm anyway. Dae-young's problems cannot be solved by a campaign of conservation. This country is like a broken car going downhill, you can leave the brakes off, but it's better not to slam around and end up on the gas pedal.

"You just took office, so you shouldn't show too much ambition when you're not stable. After you get to know the department in the future, you can naturally assign people to do what you want to do."

This sentence moved Huck.

Tom glanced at the wall clock, "At this point, your secretary should have fallen asleep. Why don't you give him a call and let him prepare the proposal."

Huck and Tom looked at each other and smiled, thinking it must be very interesting.

"Humpi~" Soon, Huck's energetic voice sounded in the living room.

"Yes~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Minister!" The conversation ended with an old, feeble and sleepy voice. After putting down the phone, Huck just felt refreshed.

Annie frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Dear, you seem to have forgotten to tell Humphrey to add the layoff fee."

"Ha! That's right!" Huck reached for the phone, and Annie held him down. "Call back in fifteen minutes."

The two smiled at each other.

After successfully waking Sir Humphrey from his sleep twice, the living room was much happier. Huck and Tom also chatted happily.

"To tell you the truth, I'm actually a novelist and a part-time cartoonist. These two are my students." Tom came to him in various identities. "A minister like you must have a lot of wonderful materials, right?"

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