Amosta was woken up by a rapid knock on the door. He rubbed his sore eyes and looked out the window. He found that the dazzling sun was hanging high in the sky and the floor of the office was covered with gold. The sun shines brightly, and there are fine dust floating in the air, giving it a peaceful atmosphere.
He straightened up his image a little and walked towards the door muttering dissatisfiedly.
"Professor Brain, everything is clear. It is Lucius Malfoy. Dobby is free. The diary was put by Lucius in Ginny's school bag. Principal Dumbledore has been re-appointed by the school board. For being the school principal, Lucius was kicked off the school board!”
Looking at the excited and incoherent Harry outside the door, Amosta rubbed the messy hair on his head and breathed, having to sigh at the exuberant energy of these little wizards.
"That's to everyone's delight, Potter, is Hagrid back—"
Amosta blinked his sleepy eyes and said nonchalantly.
Harry, who had received a "political education" of love and courage in Dumbledore's office early in the morning. The effect was remarkable. Harry, who wanted to fight the basilisk again, froze because he found that Professor Braine's tone seemed Not particularly happy?
"The Ministry of Magic has released Hagrid. Professor Blaine. They are watching the basilisk in the courtyard. Principal Dumbledore asked me to tell you that the Minister of Magic hopes to talk to you in person."
Harry said anxiously.
Amosta groaned helplessly. He closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.
"I understand. You can go back to life first, Potter. I have to take care of myself first. This appearance is not suitable for meeting with a big shot like the minister."
When Harry left, there was still confusion in his eyes, why did Professor Blaine end the last shadow that shrouded the little wizards this year, but he seemed to be not very interested?
........
It was probably around lunch now, but the school auditorium was empty, and no one paid attention to the delicious food on the table. Almost everyone in the whole school was crowded in the courtyard, even on the trees and on the tops of the corridors. It was crawling with little wizards watching the fun.
When Amosta appeared at the door, the sudden burst of applause and cheers almost overturned the entire castle. People looked at Amosta with awe and awe, as if they were watching a rising star. A rising star!
Gulu...
With the saliva secreted from his mouth, Amosta swallowed the bread that he stuffed into his mouth from the long table in the auditorium, his brows raised high.
"Come here, Amosta!"
Professor McGonagall stood on tiptoes and waved her arms in the center of the crowd, calling loudly to Amosta who was standing on the steps. Her eyes were sparkling and she blew her nose hard in emotion.
The crowd automatically split in half. Amosta saw Dumbledore and the school professors standing in front of a cage. The cage contained the basilisk that Dumbledore personally suppressed. He walked through the crowd. When the time came, the Weasley twins thanked him loudly,
"You saved Ginny and Ron, Professor, and we can't thank you enough!"
To be honest, Fred and George had never spoken to anyone so seriously.
Amosta smiled at the twins and nodded. He strode across the crowd and walked towards Dumbledore, who was smiling and had his hands folded on his stomach.
"What have you told everyone?"
"Just telling the truth, Amosta."
Dumbledore also answered Amosta's question with his eyes.
Cornelius Fudge was still wearing the oddly matching outfit from last night, but his attitude toward Amosta was so different that he was laughing from thirty feet away. He stepped forward to greet Amosta, came very close, and hugged Amosta's arm affectionately.
"It seems that we have welcomed another young hero with extraordinary strength, right?"
Fudge winked playfully at Amosta, as if they were such close friends, but in fact, this was only the second time they met, and they didn't say a word the first time they met.
"None of this is possible without the wise decision of the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Minister. After all, the school board followed the advice of the Ministry of Magic and sent me back to Hogwarts to deal with the Chamber of Secrets incident-"
"Oh, ahem, of course...ah, no, I mean, it's all your fault in the end, Amosta!"
The smile on Fudge's chubby face froze for a moment, but then, the sparkle in his eyes couldn't be described as eager. He patted Amosta on the shoulder hard, his smile as bright as a flower. blooming chrysanthemums,
"The Ministry of Magic only played a minor role!"
"Tsk tsk, dirty politics--"
Among the crowd that gradually became quiet, George Weasley glared at Cornelius Fudge with contempt and muttered something in a low voice, but Percy, who was standing in front of him, glared at him fiercely and ordered him to shut up, and then , looked at Professor Blaine and Minister Fudge who were talking with admiration, and pricked up their ears to learn the 'art of politics' hard!
"Nothing said, Amosta!"
It was as if someone had cast a happy spell on Fudge, who kept laughing.
"A Medal of Sir Merlin, Level 3...2, is worthy of your contribution. You saved the lives of several young wizards, ended the threat that has hung over Muggle-born children for thousands of years, and also paid tribute to The Ministry of Magic has donated this extremely precious basilisk. The Ministry will not have any objections to this. The procedures can be simplified. I will arrange for someone to send the badge tomorrow... ahem,"
Fudge lowered his voice slightly and said at a volume that only Amosta could hear,
"As long as you mention it in the next interview..."
Noticing the strange look on Amosta's expression, Fudge quickly explained,
"Don't worry, young man, I will explain it in advance... Oh, I am so lucky that that annoying woman Rita Skeeter was blocked by me. She got the information from someone who knows where and already knows what happened in the school. !”
Donate?
Amosta glanced at Dumbledore vaguely, but did not get any information from Dumbledore's eyes with a smile.
"I'll go talk to Rufus, if you like,"
Fudge's arm seemed to be glued to Amosta's arm, and he refused to take it off no matter what.
"I think you will be a very good Auror, Amosta. You can become Rufus' right-hand man... Oh, let me tell you a secret. Rufus is not young at all. He might do it." Before long, if you excel in your position as Auror, maybe I can..."
After hearing Fudge's words, many professors secretly showed contempt in their eyes, but due to the occasion, they didn't say much.
"I will give your suggestion serious consideration, Mr. Minister—"
Amosta said politely, looking at Hagrid who was lying on the cage, eager to squeeze in through the gap between the bars, and asked curiously,
"Why don't you look happy to be free, Hagrid?"
"You shouldn't be so harsh, Professor Blaine!"
Hagrid wiped his tears and turned back to stare at him sadly, "Look at this poor little guy. It looks like he has suffered a lot...and,"
Hagrid looked at Dumbledore and the somewhat apologetic Fudge again.
"You really can't leave this poor little guy in my care... With all due respect, Mr. Minister, since Mr. Scamander retired, there are not many knowledgeable people in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures... "
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