Uninvited guests from the Ministry of Magic come in large numbers.
The leader is the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, a wizard who is dressed very strangely and has a fair and slightly fat face. At first glance, he looks like a pampered person.
Behind him was Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic. His tawny hair and thick eyebrows were mixed with strands of gray. Behind his gold-rimmed glasses were a pair of sharp yellow eyes - his eyes seemed to There is a lion hidden.
This group of people had a great pomp - they had not sent a letter to Hogwarts in advance stating that they were going to visit, as if this was just a surprise inspection of the school under their jurisdiction as administrators.
However, a sad fact that the Ministry of Magic is unwilling to admit is:
Regardless of the era, Hogwarts has always maintained a high degree of independence. This was especially true during Dumbledore's tenure as headmaster, and the Ministry of Magic had little control over it.
But this time it seemed different. They came to Hogwarts not to take control of the school as before, but to do a more important thing.
"We're looking for Mr. Aaron Custer."
Fudge said politely.
…
Hogwarts, in an ordinary room.
Aaron himself didn't even think of it. He just said that he wanted to have a more formal place to receive guests. Professor McGonagall cleaned up a clean and bright room for him in a few minutes, which was also equipped with soft and comfortable sofas and armchairs.
How did she do it?
But soon, Aaron regretted it, because he had realized that there were differences among the guests. The respectable and intelligent guests were certainly worthy of his hospitality - in fact, all the guests Aaron met these days were is such a visitor.
But Cornelius Fudge is obviously not among them.
As soon as he sat down, he began his long and dizzying mandarin:
"...We are very happy to have an excellent and creative teacher like you at Hogwarts. This has obvious benefits for the progress of our education..."
"Would you like a cup of black tea? Fudge." Mag interrupted him with a sullen face.
"Oh, of course, add more sugar, thank you, Minerva." Fudge made an exaggerated expression, took a sip of tea, and continued:
"Not to mention, the potion you invented, the Golden Apple Potion - a magical potion! It will make immeasurable contributions to our magical society. I even think it deserves a medal from the Order of Merlin, at least Level 2!”
As he said that, Fudge raised his eyes and looked at Aaron. Seeing that he had no reaction, he felt a little unhappy, but he still said:
"Of course, a first-class medal is also possible - if I can get it."
"Thank you, Mr. Minister."
Aaron nodded politely, looking a little cold.
The scene suddenly froze. Fudge took another sip of black tea and coughed as if clearing his throat.
"Of course, we also hope you can understand - the work of the Ministry of Magic."
Aaron raised his eyebrows, and he quickly realized that something was going wrong.
"You may not realize the potion you invented, but its current value has exceeded the limit of a bottle of potion."
Scrimgeour spoke, taking over Fudge's words.
"oh?"
"You may not have noticed it yourself, Mr. Custer, but this golden apple potion is actually of little use to ordinary wizards. Its real application prospects are-"
"fighting."
"What does this mean? Sir." Aaron had already guessed their intention, but he did not reveal it.
"This means that the magic potion you invented is actually very dangerous..."
Scrimgeour said bravely: "If the formula of this potion falls into the hands of dark wizards, it will not be a happy thing."
"Aaron..."
At this time, Fudge seemed to be singing a double act, and picked up the topic at the right time:
"Of course we affirm your creation - it undoubtedly has great value, but you also need to understand that it is like a double-edged sword. Once it is used by people with bad intentions, our magical society will suffer very serious consequences. Loss."
Seeing that Aaron didn't seem to care much, Fudge quickly added:
"Think about it, once a potion like this that can enhance the power of a spell spreads over a large area, not to mention dark wizards, how many troubles will those hidden evildoers use to cause trouble?"
"They may do some illegal things when they are in a daze. With powerful magic, they may resist the law enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, or even..."
"There are even some ambitious people who use my magic potion to form an army of wizards to overthrow your rule, Mr. Minister?"
Aaron stabbed Fudge mockingly.
"Oh, yes, yes..."
Unexpectedly, Fudge didn't react at all. He just said awkwardly:
"Of course we cannot rule out such a terrible possibility...I mean, there are thugs plotting to overthrow the Ministry of Magic and plunge our magical world into chaos."
"So it's so scary..."
Aaron patted his chest with lingering fear and asked:
"So, what do you mean, Mr. Minister?"
Fudge and Scrimgeour looked at each other, and finally Scrimgeour came forward and said:
"We hope that Mr. Custer can transfer the patent rights of the Golden Apple Potion to the Ministry of Magic to ensure that it will not be used by evil people and threaten the peace of the magical world..."
"So that's it - for world peace, for the implementation of love and justice?"
Aaron said calmly.
"Of course, we are not doing this to rob you of your achievements. For this, the Ministry of Magic is willing to compensate."
Scrimgeour quickly added:
"As long as you are willing to hand over the formula of the potion to the Ministry of Magic, we can give you thirty thousand Galleons as compensation, and the Ministry of Magic will give you a certain dividend every year."
"And we can make a promise that from now on, the Ministry of Magic will provide financial support for all your research projects, Mr. Custer. If you plan to work in the Ministry of Magic, we will also give it priority."
"besides……"
Fudge continued: "In recognition of your contribution to maintaining peace in the magical world, I am personally willing to apply for a first-class medal from Sir Merlin for you - I will try my best to fight for it."
Aaron smiled and said: "So, Mr. Minister came here today to discuss business with me?"
Fudge shook his head repeatedly: "It can't be regarded as business. You have made contributions to the magical world, and of course the Ministry of Magic must reward you..."
"Really? This reward sounds pretty good..."
Aaron seemed happy and said:
"Gold and honor, as well as the recognition of the Ministry of Magic, and even the rights that may be obtained in the future, sound like very good conditions..."
"That would be great, Mr. Custer, the wizarding world will remember your contribution..."
Fudge was overjoyed, but before he could be happy for too long, he heard Aaron's decisive voice:
"But, I refuse."
