Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 108 Ready to go
"Oh, how is it possible? We are best friends, and the one next to you must be Hera Lestrange! A very outstanding young man." Fudge patted Lucius on the back hard, almost making him breathless, and then gave Hera a big hug - Hera was almost breathless.

"Nice to meet you." Hera had only seen the Minister of Magic in newspapers or in public before.

In fact, it was the first time he had spoken to Fudge.

After releasing Hera, Fudge and Lucius chatted, and it was the first time that Hera had the opportunity to observe the Minister of Magic so closely.

Wearing a formal pinstriped suit, bright red tie, and purple pointed boots, he looked like a friendly person. Listening to his chat with Lucius, Hera also felt that he was a generous and forthright person.

Hera lowered her head and thought for a moment, maybe she can take a photo with Fudge?

Take it out in the future, and you can brag that the Minister of Magic is my good friend.
"Hera?" Fudge asked kindly.

"Huh? Sir?"

"We're going!" Fudge had already started to put on his long black cloak, and he only needed to take the dark green top hat on the table, and he was ready to go.

"Sorry, sir, I'm a little distracted."

"It's okay, it's okay, I've heard your name a long time ago, I saw through Quirrell's scheme, and successfully protected the Sorcerer's Stone. Dumbledore is very proud of having such a good apprentice like you." Fudge patted Hera on the shoulder, a little too enthusiastically.

"Huh? Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yeah, he specially wrote a long letter to tell me how keen your observation skills are. How about it? Are you interested in coming to the Auror's office? They will definitely welcome you." Fudge laughed loudly after he finished speaking. He had already put on his top hat, and walked outside with Hera in his arms.

But Hera knows one thing clearly - if you really take what Cornelius Fudge said seriously, then you are definitely the biggest fool.

Hera has always believed that there are two kinds of people who cannot be trusted, one is capitalists, the other is those in power, one wants your money, and the other wants your life.

He squeezed lightly, pretending to be inadvertently rubbing it out of Fudge's arms.

Fudge didn't care either, and patted Hera on the back with a smile, and quickly led the two forward.

Back in the elevator again, Fudge put on a dark green top hat, and stood between Lucius and Hera with tightly pursed lips. With a burst of clanging and rattling sounds, the voice of an indifferent woman sounded.

"The sixth floor, the Department of Magical Transportation, contains the Floo Network Administration, the Broomstick Management and Control Bureau, the Portkey Office, and the Apparition Test Center."

The elevator door opened, Lucius smiled and stretched forward, Fudge nodded and walked out quickly, Lucius followed closely, and Hera quickly followed the two.

In the hallway was a figure leaning against the window, puffing.

"Ha! Hamish, you're secretly smoking in the hallway again." Fudge laughed and walked up to the old man, patting him on the shoulder with a loud sound.

"Cough cough!" The old man coughed heavily, choking on Fudge's slap, he turned around, with a big lump sticking out of his stomach, his hair was still a little bald, just looking at the image, he was completely a greasy old man.

"Oh, Connery, you seem to be in a good mood? But don't push so hard, I don't want to go to St. Mungo's again."

"Director Hamish, good day." Lucius raised his cane and bowed slightly.

"Oh, Lucius, I haven't seen you for a long time. Let's talk about the things we talked about before." Hamish dismissed Fudge's hand in disgust, and greeted Lucius with a kind smile on his face.

"Hello, sir."

The old man in front of him, although Hera had no impression at all, but listening to Lucius' words, the old man should also be the director of a certain department.

"Hello, hello, who are you?" Hamish squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand towards Hera, but there was still a cigarette in his finger, and the smoke curled up.

Hera frowned slightly, and hesitated in the face of Hamish's outstretched right hand. He didn't like cigarettes, and he didn't even like the smell of smoke.

Fudge was keenly aware of the change in Hera's expression, smiled lightly and stretched out his hand to pat Hamish's stomach, which made Hera startled a little.

"This is the Hera Lestrange I told you about before!"

Hamish's expression changed, and he glanced in Fudge's direction, then quickly removed the cigarette with his left hand, rubbed his right hand against the cloak, and stretched out his hand to Hella again with a smile.

With a hypocritical smile on Hera's face, she held hands with Hamish's thick hands.

"I've heard Connelly talk about you a long time ago, I didn't expect you to be so young, you are so young and promising!" Hamish held Hera's hand with both hands, and patted his hand heavily.

To be honest, Hera desperately wanted to withdraw her hand, and then cast a few cleanups in a row, and Hamish was obviously lying to him. When Fudge introduced Hera, he could clearly see the doubt flashing across Hamish's face.

But considering the current situation, Hera still responded with a smile.

Fortunately, Hamish didn't hold it for too long. He chatted with Connery for a while, and then lit another cigarette.

"Okay, Hamish, don't smoke so much. I don't want to see the owl from St. Mungo's in the office tomorrow morning - the director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports was hospitalized due to excessive smoking." Fudge waved the smoke away, "We still have something to do, we have to go far away, and I hope the smell of smoke in the corridor will dissipate when we come back."

"Okay." Hamish smoked a cigarette with a smile, not paying attention to Fudge's persuasion at all. "Go and get busy, don't waste your time on me, a bad old man."

Fudge nodded and strode towards the front.

When Hera passed by Hamish, he was already puffing at the window, looking at his figure and shaking his head helplessly. This is how the director of the Department of Magical Sports manages his figure. It is no wonder that England has not appeared in the finals of the Quidditch World Cup for several consecutive years.

Fudge and Lucius had already stopped in front of an office, and Hera hurried to catch up.

Fudge opened the door generously, followed by Hera, but the moment he entered, he still glanced at the wooden sign on the door—the Portkey Office.

They passed through two heavy oak doors, which seemed to be the standard decoration of the Ministry of Magic?
Immediately after entering the eye, there is a messy and noisy open area divided into many small compartments, where chatter and laughter are lively and lively, and notes passing messages fly in and out of the small compartments, like miniature rockets.

　The pillow is full of moldy dreams,

　　Dreams are full of people you can't have.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)