Chapter 614: The Ministry of Magic’s experience

Felix deliberately entered the Ministry of Magic through the guest entrance, the red telephone booth.

The Death Eaters used magic to break up here, using this to cut off the Ministry of Magic's connection with the outside world and trigger riots. Later, the Ministry of Magic used the excuse of "underground gas pipeline leaking". Felix originally wanted to see if the mobile ice cream truck was still there, but unfortunately the corner of the street is now empty.

The woman in the phone booth was as cold and stiff as ever, as if nothing had changed. But after passing through the thief waterfall, Felix was very prescient in casting some magic on himself, which made him less noticeable.

He stayed at the reception in the Ministry of Magic's main hall for a while.

A dozen squins—which can be seen from their clothes—around several receptionists and ask questions in a slight manner. The bearded receptionist was randomly dealing with problems from all directions.

"Quiet—all quiet—" he shouted with his beard raised, trying his best to maintain order, "Fill out the form first-and then go back and wait for the news. I don't have that damn exclusive wand in my hand, not a single one!"

"Why leave a phone number?" asked a squin.

Others have the same question. As we all know, the Ministry of Magic staff never use that thing to work, and they prefer to use well-trained owls with two wings.

"The Ministry of Magic will set up a temporary office on a date, two streets away from here - in a yellow office building where you can use the call - or the phone, so I don't care what it is called," said the bearded receptionist with a grumpy temper.

Not far away, the fountain made of gold makes a gurgling sound...

Felix came near the elevator, and a young red-haired man was waiting anxiously, holding a thick stack of materials in his hand, pushing away the paper plane that blocked his sight with an impatient look, and pressing the upward button.

"Percy?" Felix asked.

Percy was shocked, and the parchment papers in his hand were spread all over the floor. "Professor Hay?" He said hello and waved his wand in panic to let the scattered paper return to his hands. He knew there were people around him, but for some reason, he had no idea of ​​exploring.

"I'm in the department and I'm having something to do. Is Ms. Bones in her office?"

"Ah, sir, she's there," Percy said, and the door of the elevator opened. The two walked in, and Percy stroked his hair quietly and said, "I happened to go to the minister's office and send an important document," he explained.

The elevator began to move upwards, and several lilac paper planes hovered over their heads.

"Sir?" said Percy.

Felix looked at him with a smile as if they were still in class, and Percy had just asked a question.

"I was at the scene that day, and the exclusive wand press conference..." He said with a little excitement: "After I went back, I thought about it seriously, and some ideas were circling in my mind. I wrote a report overnight. You know I work in the International Magic Cooperation Department--"

"It has something to do with the exclusive wand?"

"Yes." Percy's nose was covered with sweat, and his cheeks were slightly red. "I think - the exclusive wand will greatly enhance our international status. The news has not spread yet, but someone has sent the letter to our department. Sir, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity - if it is operated properly, it may be better, or even much better than a championship or a Quidditch World Cup..."

Felix's mouth twitched slightly.

He also received similar letters.

The news about the exclusive wand was released on August 1, but the official press conference was postponed for a few days. Therefore, some well-informed people had the opportunity to know in advance that there was such a thing, but they could not confirm the authenticity, so they wrote a letter to ask.

"Is this your own idea?" He had a good impression of Percy. Well, in Felix's heart, he had a good impression of people who could take the initiative to take over the matter.

"Actually," Percy said hesitantly, "I also got some inspiration. Yesterday when Penelo got off work, he complained to me that owls from all over the world were going to flood her, and the letters were mixed with French, German, Spanish and other languages, and some of the words she had never even seen."

"I understand, your report has been handed over?"

"Yes, this morning."

"I can mention it to Ms. Bones, but don't expect the results."

"That's enough, sir!" Percy said excitedly, "It's a critical time for me right now. Ms. Bones has shown great trust in me, but my age is a big problem. I mean, after the new director takes office, I must maintain enough respect...I have applied to be transferred to the International Association of Magic Trade Standards and expected to become the head of the department."

That is indeed quite proud. Percy has just graduated for a year, but has participated in large-scale international events such as the Championship, the Quidditch World Cup, the ancient magic and cultural exchange activities, and for a long time, he has no immediate boss on his head.

It is natural for him to stand out.

But it sounds so troublesome. Felix thought endlessly, who would be the new director? The question was circling around, but he found that he was actually not interested in the answer. The elevator door opened, and the two turned a few corridors and stopped. Percy straightened his body and knocked solemnly.

"Please come in."

Ms. Bones said frankly, sounding bad. Percy opened his mouth and walked in with a tough forehead.

There is someone in the office.

In addition to her stiff expression, Ms. Bones was sitting on the sofa, and two other groups of people were present. Felix felt the restlessness surging in the office at the first time. Of course, it could be seen with his eyes.

"It's Percy," said Ms. Bones, her eyes flashing with hope, "Is there anything urgent in the ministry that needs me to deal with?"

"Uh, I'll come and send a document." Percy said embarrassedly.

Obviously the answer was not pleasing, Ms. Bones sat back in disappointment. "Okay, thank you, Percy, just put it on the table. I'll see it later. Now I'm busy-" She snorted from her nose, "Enter the guests."

"Mr. Happ?" At this time, a surprise voice shouted.

On the sofa seat, a young blonde jumped up and walked over with big strides, bypassing Percy, revealing a familiar face.

"Yuria?"

Felix suddenly realized that it was very appropriate for Uria to appear here. He had at least three reasons: Uria was a professor at Ifamoni and had a close relationship with the murdered former principal; after leaving school, he chose to join the American Magic France Society and became a member of the Auror team pursuing Voldemort; he also represented the backbone of the Innovation Society, and also needed to show his abilities and presence from time to time.

It's just that I don't know when he came to England.

Yuria shook hands with Felix in a slightly exaggerated way. He became mature and his eyes were firm, but at this moment, a hint of desire was revealed in those eyes. After Felix hesitated, his attitude became much more enthusiastic. He opened his arms and hugged him, and patted his shoulder affectionately. But he couldn't help but sigh that doing practical things can really train people.

After crossing Yuria's shoulder, Felix saw that one of the two sides confronted him before, his face immediately became gloomy.

"They are—" he asked whispered.

"Stuart family." Yuria also whispered.

Felix suddenly thought of a name, James Stewart, one of the founders of the Ifamoni Magic School and the Muggle husband of the witch Isot Thayer, the essential founder of Ifamoni.

And Isot Thayer is a descendant of Slytherin.

Thinking of this, the purpose of the Stewart family coming is self-evident.

When the two separated, Ms. Bones was already standing in front of them, and she said with relief, "Thank God, Professor Dumbledore told me, I just didn't expect you to come--to be honest, I really--" She pursed her lips, not letting herself say anything mean.

Yuria was a little embarrassed.

He knew how they had harassed the Minister of Magic these days, and they were simply reluctant to leave. But the snake wooden staff was so important that they ignored the criticism - they did not dare to do anything when the snake wooden staff was held in Voldemort's hand. Now Voldemort is said to have failed, so they immediately came over and asked for it.

His only persistence was that he did not try to follow Mr. Happ's path. But this persistence soon became shaky because members of the Stewart family arrived afterwards and advocated the retrieval of their ancestors.

"Felix, I'll introduce you," said Ms. Bones with a smile, as if happy to be out of trouble. Her eyes glanced at a somewhat bald old wizard, "with Mr. Edmund, Mr. Greg, vice-chancellor of the Ifamoni School of Magic, these two—"

"My name is Melville, Melville Stewart." said a young man eagerly. "Mr. Hepp, I have heard your name, and you should understand our admiration for the relics of our ancestors. We always desire to recast the glory of the family, and we will undoubtedly have ownership of the snake wood wand."

"I-" Felix opened his mouth.

"Our bloodline is fully documented, and there is no ambiguity at all. It can be traced back to Isot Thayer's eldest daughter Martha Stewart. Although she is just a squin and married a mahjong husband, her bloodline is extremely pure."

"Uh, congratulations?" Felix said with his brain.

The young man stared at his eyes, and he didn't expect to hear such an answer. At this time, the middle-aged wizard behind him came over with a smile, stepped forward and shook hands, and said politely: "Hello, Mr. Hepp, I am Melville's uncle Blaze Stewart."

"Hello, Mr. Stewart." Felix nodded.

"About the snake wood wand--"

"Well, Mr. Stewart, I hope you understand that I am not a judge, and the task I received is to return the goods to the original owner-"

"We are its real masters!"

"You can try to see if it will respond to you." Felix took out the snake wooden stick, and several pairs of hot eyes immediately stuck to it. Blaze Stewart subconsciously took two steps forward and wanted to take it.

"I mean, call it and let it respond to you actively." Felix said, shaking his head and taking a step back.

"It's just a magic wand! Mr. Happ!" he said irritated.

Felix put away the snake wooden stick and felt a little disappointed. It seemed that the two members of the Stewart family present did not have the snake accent. The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment. At this time, Ms. Bones said: "Felix, can we talk alone?"

"Of course." Felix agreed.

They came to the small lounge next to them, closed the door, and Felix said, "Amelia, I've tried it, Stewart's people--"

"Oh, that's just a trivial matter. I don't care who the snakewood wand belongs to." Ms. Borns said, Felix was slightly surprised, and she continued: "What I want to know is the report, what do you think." Her last sentence almost yelled in a low voice.

“What report?”

"You handed over the 'challenge of Muggle Technology to the Wizard Secretariat Law in the context of the new era'," Ms. Borns approached Felix, raised his head and gritted his teeth. "I can't believe that you actually gave up such a big trouble quietly. Do you know I have been unable to sleep well these days?"

"I don't know," Felix said honestly, "first to make a statement that I did not bring trouble. It is your responsibility to prevent the exposure of the magic world. It is me who pointed out your omissions in your work. You should thank me."

Bones stared at him angrily, and had to admit that what Felix said made sense. But why did she catch up?

"Why didn't you mention this matter during Foggy's term?"

"I'm not familiar with him."

"...What do you say about the exclusive wand? Don't say it's an accident, I discovered that you have been pushing this in secret, and everything you do revolves around one purpose, which is—"

"Prevent the exposure of the magic world and prepare for the response after exposure." Felix nodded, "No thanks, this is what I should do."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Ms. Bones lost, she said breathlessly: "Well, I admit-if half of your report is true, I have no reason to blame you, but I have to thank you-but you must never leave me alone!"

"Uh, that's it..." Felix hesitated, and Ms. Bones raised her eyebrows. "Madam, pay attention to the image. You are the iron-fisted female minister who leads the people out of the shadow of war in the eyes of the public."

"Where do I have any image?" Ms. Bones couldn't help but yell, staring at him and looking at him. "I have no confidence at all - now it's a mess, and I have to deal with the squib problem these days. More than half of the people in the department are busy, so where can I still have time? What's more, those outside are quarreling around my ears all day long, and they can't drive them away." She raised her chin outside the lounge.

"...I can help the staff at most to give advice or something."

"Then let's just say that." Bones insisted.

The excitement on her face disappeared, becoming serious and satisfied. Seeing Felix staring at her eyes, she seemed to be dumbfounded, she stroked her hair gracefully - her short hair turned into shawl hair in unknown time, she said thoughtfully, "Sirius said you just eat this set, but she didn't expect it to be true."
To be continued...