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Kyle sat behind the table, thought for a moment, then pulled out a piece of parchment and started writing something on it.
Half an hour later, the office door was pushed open and Amelia Bones walked in from the outside.
She didn't look much different from the last time we met, the only change was that she had an extra pair of glasses.
It seems that the job of Minister of Magic is not easy.
"I heard from Chris that you're finally back to work." Bones walked over and said.
"I may disappoint the minister." Kyle said, "I came here today to do a favor for a friend and resign at the same time."
"Resign?" Bones frowned and his face became serious, "Why, are you afraid?
"But I don't think you are such a person. Ever since our first official meeting, I can tell that you are not afraid of Death Eaters."
First official meeting?
It should have been the time when he came to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation, and the people who accused him were the three Death Eaters Lucius Malfoy, Karkaroff and MacNeill.
He did not show any fear at that time, and even later caused the three of them to suffer a little loss through the Wizengamot.
"It's kind of scary, but it's not what you think."
Kyle explained: "Yesterday when I was in Godric's Hollow, I rescued some people and ruined the mysterious man's plan. You know, he is a small-minded man, so I may have to hide for a while."
"Godric's Hollow." Bones said softly: "Didn't Dumbledore save the person that day?"
"I also helped a little bit," Kyle said. "The mysterious man didn't dare to trouble Dumbledore, so he could only treat me as a target."
"That seems to make sense."
"Yes." Kyle said, "So I can only hide for a while to avoid being remembered all the time. But if this happens, I will definitely not be able to come to work at the Ministry of Magic."
"If that's the case," Bones said, "then you don't have to resign. I can keep this position and this office for you until the storm is over."
Kyle glanced up at Bones.
Not right.
Kyle could understand that Fudge gave him preferential treatment. After all, in a sense, he was Fudge's dog-headed counselor and successfully helped Fudge avoid being kicked out.
But why should Bones not just appreciate his talent? When Kyle was at the Ministry of Magic last year, she was still recovering from an injury at St. Mungo's, and the two had very little interaction.
Although he was confused, Kyle did not show it.
"That's great." He said, "But I don't want the salary. I can't just get paid for nothing if I don't do something. I'm embarrassed."
This time Bones didn't speak, just smiled, acquiescing.
The Ministry of Magic's funds are indeed a bit tight, and the largest financial backer has also defected to the enemy, so now every galleon must be carefully calculated. The monthly salary of a senior assistant minister is not low, so save whatever you can during special times.
"So, you're ready to leave now?" she asked.
"There's no rush." Kyle handed the parchment on the table to Bones, "I've come to work today, and I have to make some contribution."
"what is this?"
"Serial parchment," Kyle said.
"Subpoena?" Bones pushed up his glasses and read the contents carefully.
At the same time, Kyle also explained: "Each piece of parchment has a different number. As long as you write the number on it, the content will appear on the corresponding parchment. It is more efficient than what is currently used by the Ministry of Magic. Paper airplanes are much faster."
"It's a good idea." Bones raised his head and asked: "What about the security issue? If the Auror loses the parchment when he is out, won't the enemy be able to know our plan through this?"
"You can create a password restriction. It's not difficult." Kyle said, "It's just that I didn't think about it so much. This is also used internally to improve office efficiency."
"Is that so?" Bones said, "But this thing looks familiar to me."
"Because it was used last year," Kyle said. "When we solved the dementor problem, it was used to notify location information."
"Is this your idea?"
"No, strictly speaking, it was just me who made it." Kyle shook his head, "There was someone else who had this idea."
"who is it."
"Hermione Granger and Cedric Diggory." Kyle said, "They organized a Defense Against the Dark Arts study room when they were in school, and they used this to notify everyone of the class time, but at that time It’s also called the Messaging Coin.”
"Digory?" Bones thought for a moment, "Cedric Diggory from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures?"
"That's right." Kyle nodded, "In addition, Hermione is also in the Ministry of Magic. She will help on the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee for a month."
"Okay, I will seriously consider this proposal." Bones put the parchment away, "If the negotiation is approved...your salary will remain as usual.
"In addition, if possible, I hope you can think of another communication tool that can be used by Aurors and Strikers. This is the most important thing.
"Of course, you don't need to come to the Ministry of Magic. Just ask Chris to send it over when the time comes."
"I'll think about it," Kyle said.
"One more thing." Bones suddenly said: "I heard that Dumbledore also came to the Ministry of Magic today?"
"Really?" Kyle blinked, "Where is he? I happen to have something to ask him."
"You do not know?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen him since yesterday afternoon."
Bones looked into Kyle's eyes.
"What's wrong?" Kyle asked.
"Ah, nothing," she said.
Bones left after that. She still had a lot to do and couldn't stay here forever.
Kyle was called by Chris to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and spent the whole day busy in the office.
It wasn't until eight o'clock in the evening that Kyle finally looked up from the pile of documents, and Chris also came back from outside.
When they were alone in the office, Kyle told him what had happened during the day.
"It's very simple." Chris said, "It's not you she wants to keep, but Dumbledore."
"What do you mean?"
"Because Dumbledore attaches great importance to you. Almost everyone knows this. Many people even say that he is preparing to train you to be the next principal of Hogwarts." Chris glanced at the closed door. , said softly.
"How is this possible?" Kyle said immediately: "How young am I? Even if Dumbledore retires, the only choice for principal is Professor McGonagall."
"It doesn't matter. What matters is what most people think." Chris said:
"She seems to have discovered that Dumbledore will not stay at the Ministry of Magic forever, so they need to use another form to strengthen the relationship with Dumbledore.
"Like you, or Harry. As long as either of you is in the Ministry of Magic, people will unwaveringly believe that Dumbledore is also on the Ministry's side."
"I'm just a mascot." Kyle spread his hands, "Tsk, I didn't expect Bones to learn what Fudge did."
"She just wants to strengthen people's trust in the Ministry of Magic, and there is nothing wrong with that." Chris said, "If it were me, I would probably make the same choice."
"Okay, go back quickly." Chris patted Kyle on the shoulder, "Remember to stay patient tomorrow and don't come again. The Phoenix can't always appear in the Ministry of Magic."
"Okay." Kyle nodded, "Should I wait for Hermione? She just followed Perrod out again and hasn't come back yet."
"No, Arthur will send her back by then." Chris said, "And she may not be able to come back before ten o'clock. If you are willing to wait another two hours, I have no objection..."
"Then thank you Mr. Weasley!"
……
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 798 A Day in the Life of Hermione
At eleven o'clock in the evening, Hermione finally came back after a busy day.
As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the table where the late night snacks were placed. Without any regard for etiquette and image issues, he grabbed a baked potato and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Eat slowly, there are still many here." Mrs. Weasley quickly pushed a whole basket of baked potatoes to Hermione, and put the pie for Mr. Weasley in front of her.
"Arthur, what's going on? The Ministry of Magic doesn't allow food?" Mrs. Weasley asked angrily.
Hermione looked like she hadn't eaten in three days.
"Of course the Ministry of Magic makes people eat, but she's not used to it yet." Mr. Weasley calmly took another piece of pie, cut it into small pieces with a knife and put it in his mouth.
Although the speed is not slow, compared with Hermione, it seems much more elegant.
"So what did she do?"
"The Muggle Mediation Committee is one of the most cumbersome positions in the Ministry of Magic." Mr. Weasley explained: "She has been out all day and just came back ten minutes ago."
"So, don't Muggles have food stores?" Mrs. Weasley still didn't understand.
"some."
At this time, Hermione finally turned her attention away from the baked potatoes and pies. She took a sip of pumpkin juice. "Mr. Perrod bought me fish and chips, but I just paid attention to the registration information. and plumber appointments for Mrs. Figg, forgot where they were.
"By the time I have everything arranged, it will be half past ten."
Strangely enough, Hermione didn't feel hungry at all while working. It wasn't until all the tasks were completed that she realized that she hadn't eaten for more than ten hours.
The sudden hunger almost made her faint on the way back to the Ministry of Magic.
"Plumber... what is that?" Ron, who had just come down from upstairs, asked curiously: "Is it the person who manages the swimming pool?"
"No, it's for repairing water pipes." Before Hermione could say anything, Mr. Weasley said, "I never knew they still needed to make an appointment. By what means, sending a letter, telegraphing, or using stamps."
"It should be a phone call." Harry asked quietly from the side: "Telegrams are from a long time ago."
"Yes, that's it." Mr. Weasley nodded. "A telephone. I bought one. It's in the attic of the Burrow, but unfortunately I didn't bring it with me."
"To be honest, I have always found the Muggle Mediation Committee very interesting. If the salary is not considered, I would still accept this job, but I don't know if I can do it."
Regarding his doubts, Harry felt that the probability was... no.
Although Mr. Weasley is extremely interested in Muggle things, and can even be said to be fanatical, his basic knowledge is really not very good. He doesn't even know the names of many things, and can only remember a rough nickname.
If he was responsible for mediating the conflicts between wizards and Muggles, he would most likely help more and more, and maybe the Muggles would call the police.
And the most important point is that for Mr. Weasley, who has seven children to raise, the issue of salary cannot be ignored.
"You don't need stamps to make phone calls, they're for sending credit." Hermione answered Mr. Weasley's question patiently.
Mr. Weasley also took the opportunity to ask more Muggle questions, such as how a lawnmower worked and what gasoline was.