A day at Hogwarts

I don't know how many people didn't sleep that night.

Barty Crouch sat in the dark and cold living room all night without closing his eyes for half a second.

It was time to go to work, and he almost missed it. After a simple cleanup, he lit the fireplace and sprinkled in the Floo powder.

The living room turned green by the fire, which gave Crouch a sense of foreboding.

The Ministry of Magic was more chaotic than ever today. Wizards kept walking out of the fireplace, and someone hurried into the fireplace.

Crouch suddenly found that from time to time someone saw him deliberately turning his eyes to the other side.

This made him think of a foreboding again.

After walking a few steps, Crouch heard someone whispering about the name he made, and then heard names like "The Daily Prophet" and Rita Skeeter.

He felt that he understood the situation. It must be that the reporter heard some rumors and made up a shocking news.

In the elevator, someone greeted him.

"Good morning, Mr. Crouch."

"Good morning, Mr. Lupin, you don't look well?"

Lupin smiled bitterly and said, "Nothing, a few foreign werewolves who came to St. Mungo's Hospital made some excessive demands."

Crouch said seriously, "Whether it is a wizard or a werewolf, you can't agree to any excessive demands."

"If you agree, they will make further demands."

"For a sausage, they only need to cut a 1-inch slice at the beginning. If they agree, they will ask for another slice, and then another inch after 1 inch, and finally the whole sausage."

After listening, Lupin thanked him for his guidance.

Now Lupin has a headache. Being an official used to be very simple. Many officials are stupid, but when he really became an official, he found that he was the only one who was stupid.

Crouch came to his office and found a note from Fudge on the desk. After arriving, he went to the minister's office first.

He was thinking that maybe the minister needed to eliminate the international impact of last night's incident himself.

There were too many foreigners at the scene last night, and this incident had a very bad impact.

Come to think of it, if the Minister's "Advisor" went to the European continent to make a public appearance, the reaction of the Ministry of Magic there would definitely be the same as the British Ministry of Magic today.

Crouch came to the Minister's office, and only Fudge was there.

For Crouch, this place was almost his own office.

"Tea or coffee?" Fudge asked.

"Coffee." Crouch sat down, "Thank you."

Fudge waved his wand, and the coffee pot over there automatically brewed a cup of Crouch-flavored coffee.

Crouch took a sip and felt a lot more energetic.

Fudge waited for him to put down the coffee cup, sighed, and said, "Battie, there is a new position in the Ministry."

Crouch frowned slightly and asked, "Do you want me to be responsible for what happened last night?"

Fudge did not answer directly, but continued, "Last night, Scrimgeour, Dumbledore, and the Advisor went to Azkaban."

Crouch's heart tightened and his hands trembled a little.

Fudge said, "Barty, you can tell a man from a woman by the bones."

Crouch felt like he was struck by lightning, his hands twitched a little, and he tried to pick up the coffee cup, but failed several times.

Fudge continued, "Only the four of us know that you used her to exchange for little Barty, and none of them would tell anyone."

"If it was before, I could pretend not to know."

"But, last night..."

He stopped here, waved his wand and took a meditation basin and placed it in front of Crouch, and placed the memories of Hermione and others last night next to it.

"The bones reappear!"

Although he couldn't see the person, the spell was heard clearly.

Fudge and the others knew little Barty Crouch and recognized the voice.

Crouch seemed to have his soul taken away, his face was gray, his eyes were empty, and he sat weakly in a chair.

Fudge said, "The Ministry recently set up a Falkland Islands Liaison Office."

The Falkland Islands, also known as the Malvinas Islands, are located in the South Atlantic, about 13,000 kilometers away from the United Kingdom. The United Kingdom and Argentina fought a war for this place.

From this point, it can be seen that this position can be said to be the political Azkaban.

Crouch's lips moved a few times, and finally asked: "When will I take office?"

Fudge waved his wand, and a suitcase fell at Crouch's feet.

Crouch looked at the suitcase in silence for a long time, stretched out his hand, and tried several times before grabbing the handle.

For the Minister, using the portkey in the Ministry of Magic is not a problem.

Fudge looked at the empty chair in front of him and sighed deeply.

Barty Crouch is a wizard with strong working ability. He was expected to become the Minister of Magic, but he failed because his son was a Death Eater. This time he made the same mistake again.

The collective escape from Azkaban was enough to give Fudge and his family a headache. If it was revealed that the Crouch family had replaced the original with the original many years ago, it would cause even greater trouble.

Not long after, Scrimgeour came to Fudge's office to report on his work.

"The Greengrass family has nothing to do with this matter." Scrimgeour said, "They have their eyes on Charles Smith."

Fudge knew what was going on and said, "Then let them go."

Scrimgeour continued, "Draco Malfoy has no connection with Barty Crouch Jr. He was just looking for trouble with Harry Potter last night."

"I asked Gryffindor and Slytherin students, and they were tit for tat every time they met."

Fudge was about to let him go, but Scrimgeour added: "We asked other questions during the interrogation. He has conducted illegal currency exchanges in the past two months."

According to Ministry of Magic law, currency between wizards and Muggles must be exchanged at Gringotts.

But in fact, there are many Muggle-born wizards who exchange money with each other privately, but the amount is small.

In particular, some Muggle parents of Hogwarts students, in order to give their children pocket money to use at Hogwarts, were too lazy to go to London, so they found wizards near their homes to exchange some money for their children.

It's like Mr. Granger wants to give Hermione pocket money. Now he doesn't go to Gringotts and exchanges it directly with Seamus' mother, Mrs. Finnigan. After Mrs. Finnigan gets the pounds, she gives it to her Muggle husband.

The Ministry of Magic turns a blind eye to this kind of thing.

Fudge thought Malfoy was exchanging a few galleons for his classmates, so he said, "Since he has nothing to do with Barty Jr., let him go."

Scrimgeour also reported on some of the wizards caught last night. Many of them were Death Eaters and had avoided being sent to Azkaban during the trial.

The problem is, there isn't a single escaped Death Eater in there.

Fudge frowned and finally said: "Send them all to Azkaban and imprison them for a month before trying them again."

This is a very old interrogation method used by the Ministry of Magic. It allows people to experience the horror of Azkaban first, and then the interrogation will be much easier.

Not long after Scrimgeour left, someone else came to report.

Dirk Cresswell is the deputy director of the Goblin Liaison Office. The current director, Cuthbert Mockridge, is about to retire. Due to his outstanding work ability, he is ready to take up the vacant director position.

Cresswell brought bad news: "Gringotts is unwilling to compensate for the damage done to the camp last night."

Fudge frowned and said, "The relevant clauses in Gringotts' insurance contract stipulate the scope and reasons for compensation. They must compensate for the tent that was burned last night."

"The goblins made a lot of excuses, such as the price of the tent being too high, and misrepresenting the type of tent," Cresway said.

"Dirk," Fudge said seriously, "you were involved in the negotiation of the insurance contract. You should remember that we warned them of these risks."

"It was the goblin's greed that made them ignore our well-intentioned reminders and finally signed the contract."

"Bring the minutes to the next meeting and throw them in their faces!"

"You must be tough on this matter, because behind you are hundreds of thousands of wizards from all over the world, and you represent their interests!"

"I know what to do," Cresway said. "I'll find them tomorrow."

"No." Fudge shook his head, "Go find the goblin next Monday."

"I have arranged an interview for you tomorrow. Everyone needs to know the progress of the tent compensation. Rita Skeeter will be in your office at nine o'clock in the morning."