Chapter 614: Ministry Affairs
Felix deliberately entered the Ministry of Magic through the visitor's entrance—the red telephone booth.
This place had once been magically blasted open by Death Eaters, cutting off the Ministry's connection with the outside world and causing chaos. Later, the Ministry covered it up, claiming a 'leakage in the underground gas pipes.' Felix had wanted to see if the mobile ice cream truck was still there, but the street corner was now empty.
The woman's voice inside the telephone booth was as cold and indifferent as ever, as if nothing had changed. However, after passing through the anti-thief waterfall, Felix foresaw the need to cast a spell on himself to avoid drawing too much attention.
He lingered for a mont at the reception desk in the Ministry's atrium.
A dozen Aurors, evident from their attire, surrounded several receptionists, bombarding them with questions. The receptionist with a stubble-covered face shouted, trying to maintain order, "Quiet—everyone quiet—fill out the forms first—then wait for instructions. I don't have that damned specialized wand, not a single one!"
"Why do we need to leave our phone numbers?" a Auror asked.
Others had the sa question. It was well-known that Ministry employees never used those things for work; they preferred well-trained owls with wings to carry out tasks.
"The Ministry will establish a temporary office in two streets' distance from here—in a yellow office building. You can use Floo Network or a telephone there, I don't care what it's called," the stubble-faced receptionist said impatiently.
Nearby, a golden fountain emitted the sound of trickling water.
Felix approached the vicinity of the elevators, where a young redhead was anxiously waiting, holding a thick stack of docunts. He impatiently pushed away a paper airplane blocking his view and pressed the upward button.
"Percy?" Felix asked.
Percy looked surprised, and the sheepskin paper docunts in his hands scattered on the floor. "Professor Harp?" he greeted while hastily waving his wand to gather the papers back. He knew there were people around, but for so reason, he hadn't even thought about his inquiries.
"I have so business in the departnt. Is Ms. Bones in her office?"
"Yes, sir, she is," Percy said. At that mont, the elevator door opened. They stepped inside, and Percy nonchalantly adjusted his hair, saying, "I'm heading to the Minister's office to deliver an important docunt." He explained.
The elevator started moving up, and a few pale purple paper airplanes circled above them.
"Sir?" Percy said.
Felix smiled slightly at him, as if they were still in the classroom and Percy had just asked a question.
"I was at the scene that day, at the exclusive wand release event..." he said with a hint of excitent. "Afterward, I thought about it seriously. So ideas were spinning in my head, and I wrote a report overnight. You know I work in the International Magical Cooperation Office—"
"Related to the exclusive wands?"
"Yes," Percy's nose sweated slightly, and his cheeks reddened a bit. "I believe—exclusive wands will greatly elevate our international status. The news hasn't spread widely yet, but so people have already sent letters to our departnt. This is a rare opportunity—if handled properly, it might be better than a couple of dueling tournants or the Quidditch World Cup, even much better..."
Felix's mouth twitched slightly.
He had received similar letters.
The news about exclusive wands was announced on August 1, but the official release event was delayed for a few days. So, so well-inford individuals had a chance to know about it in advance, but they couldn't confirm its authenticity, hence the letters of inquiry.
"Is this your own idea?" Felix had a favorable impression of Percy. In Felix's mind, he had a good impression of people who took the initiative to take on responsibilities.
"Well, actually," Percy stamred, "I also got so inspiration. Yesterday, when Penelope left work, she complained to
that owls from around the world were overwhelming her, and the letters were mixed with various languages like French, German, Spanish, etc., so of which she had never seen before."
"I understand. Has your report been submitted?"
"Yes, this morning."
"I can ntion it to Ms. Bones, but don't expect imdiate results."
"That's enough, sir!" Percy said excitedly. "It's a crucial ti for
now. Ms. Bones has shown great trust in , but my age is a big issue. What I an is, after the new Minister takes office, I must show enough respect... I have applied to transfer to the International Magical Trading Standards Association and have a chance to beco a departnt head."
That was indeed sothing to be proud of. Percy had graduated only a year ago but had already participated in dueling tournants, the Quidditch World Cup, ancient magical text exchange activities, and other large international events. Moreover, for a long ti, he had no imdiate superior. It was only natural that he stood out.
But it sounded troubleso. Felix thought vaguely; who would be the new Minister? The question lingered on his lips, but he found himself not really interested in the answer. The elevator door opened, and the two stopped in front of Ms. Bones's office. Percy straightened his body and knocked on the door solemnly.
"Co in."
Ms. Bones spoke stiffly, sounding a bit unhappy. Percy opened his mouth and awkwardly walked in.
There were people in the office.
In addition to Ms. Bones, who sat stiffly in the chair, there were two groups of people present. Felix imdiately sensed the restless emotions in the office, and of course, he could see it with his eyes.
"It's Percy," Ms. Bones said, her eyes sparkling with hope. "Is there anything urgent in the departnt that needs my attention?"
"Uh, I ca to deliver a docunt," Percy said awkwardly.
It was obvious that this answer was not pleasing. Ms. Bones sat back in her chair disappointedly. "Okay, thank you, Percy. Just leave it on the desk. I'll look at it later. I'm busy now—" She snorted from her nose. "Entertaining guests."
"Mr. Harp?" At this mont, a surprised voice exclaid.
On the sofa chair, a blond young man jumped up, walked over with big strides, circled around Percy, revealing a familiar face.
"Uriah?"
Felix suddenly realized why Uriah appearing here was so appropriate. He had at least three reasons: Uriah had been a professor at Ilvermorny and had a close relationship with the slain forr headmaster; after leaving school, he chose to join the Arican magical congress and beca a mber of the Proudfoot team chasing Voldemort; he also represented a strong force in the Progressive Party and needed to occasionally demonstrate his ability and presence.
Just not sure when he ca to the UK.
Uriah exaggeratedly shook hands with Felix. He had matured, with a determined look, but at this mont, a hint of longing leaked from his eyes. Felix hesitated for a mont, then beca much more enthusiastic, opening his arms and embracing him warmly, patting his shoulders affectionately. In his heart, he couldn't help but feel emotional; doing practical things could really temper a
person.
Beyond Uriah's shoulders, Felix saw one of the confrontational sides imdiately darken.
"They are—" he whispered.
"The Stewart family," Uriah also whispered.
In an instant, Felix associated with a na, Jas Stewart. He was one of the founders of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and, at the sa ti, another—or, in fact, the Muggle husband of the witch Isolt Sayre, essentially the founder of Ilvermorny. Isolt Sayre was a descendant of Slytherin.
With this in mind, the purpose of the Stewart family's visit beca self-evident.
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