"vomit!"
A slight explosion pushed away the dust floating in the air. At six o'clock in the morning, the bustling and lively city center was at the transition point between day and night. Energetic young people ended their wonderful nightlife and went home to rest and rush for life. The middle-aged people have just left their warm and comfortable beds and are tidying up and grooming themselves.
"It seems we were lucky, Hagrid, we didn't run into those crazy reporters-"
Amosta's eyes left the majestic office buildings on both sides and landed on this desolate street with only a few companies that seemed to have been closed down for a long time and dilapidated taverns. Finally, he focused on the man who threw himself on the ground and vomited. On Hagrid.
"What's the matter, Hagrid, not comfortable with appearing?"
Amosta raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"I'm sorry, Professor--"
Hagrid wiped away the mucus and tears on his face and said weakly,
"The means of transportation I use the most are trains and my own legs. Disapparation. To be honest, the last time I experienced this was when I was expelled from Hogwarts. Professor Dumbledore took me to the Ministry of Magic for trial. "
Amosta couldn't help but laugh. He took out his wand and helped Hagrid clean up the vomit on his clothes. By the way, he helped cover up the smell emanating from his body.
"Next-"
Amosta looked around blankly, searching for memories about the Ministry of Magic in his mind. To be honest, he hadn't been to the Ministry of Magic in two years.
The last time he visited here was when he had just graduated. It was the first time he entered the underground world of Diagon Alley. Because the mission required a trip abroad, he was still abiding by the rules and came here specially to go through the wizard's entry and exit procedures.
"Come this way, Professor—"
Hagrid, who often helped Dumbledore run errands across the country, was obviously more experienced. He led Amosta to a dilapidated red phone booth - the paint on it was peeling off in large chunks, and the glass on three sides was basically broken. It was all clean, and the only microphone in the booth was hanging in the air. It looked like a vandal wanted to tear it off.
"It's still the same--"
Amosta looked like he had a toothache.
"Why hasn't anyone thought of fixing it?"
"Maybe it's because wizards like me exist."
Hagrid smiled shyly,
"I'll tell you a secret, Professor Brain. The broken glass on the ground was caused by me--"
Very good, very strong reasons.
Amosta originally thought that the phone booth could not accommodate him and Hagrid at the same time, but the fact was unexpected. The walls of the booth were squeezing their bodies, but they still managed to squeeze in.
"Um, please, Hagrid, put your hand up and make some room for me to dial—"
Amosta's face deformed against the innermost iron sheet, and he muttered.
"Oh, sorry, Professor!"
Hagrid's body shook, and the phone booth immediately made a creaking sound, and half of the broken glass embedded in the window frame fell outside with a clatter.
"I hope the Ministry of Magic won't ask me for compensation. Let me think about it, 62442?"
A cold female voice then appeared in the phone booth,
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your business."
Amosta struggled to keep his face away from the cold iron sheet,
"Well Amosta Brain, as well as Rubeus Hagrid, were invited to attend the press conference and the award."
"Thanks--"
The woman's cold voice sounded again: "Guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes."
Two square silver badges slipped out of the metal chute. After a lot of effort, Amosta and Hagrid successfully placed the badges on their clothes.
Wizards seem to particularly like to put important institutions underground, whether it is the Ministry of Magic, the Goblin Bank, or the underground world, they are all buried deep underground. The key is that the way to enter them is equally bad.
A minute later, they stood at the end of a long, splendid hall. The floor was polished with a polished wooden floor, and the peacock blue ceiling was inlaid with sparkling golden symbols, which were constantly moving and changing. , like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.
The walls on all sides are lined with glossy black floors, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in the wooden boards. Regular employees of the Ministry of Magic basically use these fireplaces to commute to and from get off work, or go to various parts of the country for business or even visits.
The press conference was scheduled for ten o'clock in the morning, and the normal working hours of the Ministry of Magic were eight o'clock. The hall of the Ministry of Magic was empty at this time, and there were not many people in sight. There was only one person next to the famous Magic Brothers Fountain. The man was dozing off on the table.
"call--"
As soon as he entered the magnificent underground hall of the Ministry of Magic, Hagrid became obviously nervous, even though he knew in his heart that he was here to receive a commendation and not to be tried.
"Don't worry, Hagrid--"
Amostasi smiled soothingly and said,
"Your request is very simple. Fudge will help."
Hagrid swallowed, nodded nervously, and followed Amosta forward.
The two of them approached the Magic Brothers Fountain one after another, and the young wizard with the 'Safety Check' sign above his head was alerter than expected. Amosta originally did not intend to disturb his rest, but the sound of Hagrid's heavy footsteps It made him come to his senses.
"Hey, wait--"
Eric, who Fudge said was watching the door, tried his best to blink his sleepy eyes and stood up unsteadily.
"Don't forget to follow the rules, gentlemen--"
Eric said to Amosta while slapping Hache.
"Oh, sorry, I just didn't want to disturb your rest."
Amosta stepped back with a smile.
"Oh, it's Hagrid. You don't have to work hard. I remember you don't have a wand."
Although there were still many figures in front of him, the huge figure in front of him immediately let Eric know who it was. He stretched out his hand and took the wand handed over by Amosta.
He threw the wand into the brass balance, and the machine began to vibrate slightly. While waiting, Eric breathed a few more times and whispered something like, 'Why do I always have to work the night shift?'
"Oh, let me see--"
Eric rubbed his eyes and struggled to identify,
"Ebony wood, twelve inches long, the core of the staff is the heart nerve of a dragon. Well, it has been used for twelve years."
Eric muttered feebly, he poked the parchment recording the test results on the brass nail, and slowly handed the wand back, and when his eyes followed his hand and fell on Amosta When the face with a warm smile appeared on his face, Eric Munch trembled violently, and his sleepy eyes suddenly widened with disbelief on his face.
"Oh my God!"
Eric exclaimed, rubbing his eyes again.
"Amosta, it's you?"
"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a while, Munch, how are you doing lately -"
The smile on Amosta's face deepened, and he nodded.
"What, do you know each other?"
Hagrid asked, twirling his beard in confusion.
"Of course I know Amosta, Hagrid, have you forgotten, Bill and I are from the same class!"
Eric suppressed his excitement, but his voice was trembling,
"You killed nearly a hundred werewolves by yourself, including Greyback, right? That's what the ministry said, hiss. This is really amazing. Among those who graduated that year, you are the only one who has now become a famous one. He’s a big shot!”
Eric Munch is indeed from the same class as Amosta, but one is from Gryffindor and the other is from Slytherin. The two of them had nothing in common when they were in school, but the two houses often stayed together. I take Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, so he looks familiar.
"It was not my fault alone that killed Greyback's werewolf tribe. The Ministry of Magic played a big role in it."
Amosta smiled restrainedly;
"Speaking of which, not many of our generation entered the Ministry of Magic. Bill was originally invited, but unfortunately, he gave up in the end."
Eric nodded with a smile. He didn't seem to care what Amosta was saying at all. It was just a great honor to be able to talk to him.
"Last year, there was a party for the graduating students of Gryffindor House. Priyan and Filoa also attended. When I told them that I found out from the ministry that it was you who overturned the rumors. In the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets, they were still trembling when they subdued the basilisk, oh, oh, oh, it seems that you really scared them to death back then!"
Eric talked about what happened back then with great interest, and the two people who made Amosta furious at that time only made him smile knowingly when he heard his name again many years later.
(End of chapter)
