Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

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 rushed straight to the table where the late night snack was 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 towards Hermione, and put the pie for Mr. Weasley in front of her.

“Arthur, what’s going on? The Ministry of Magic doesn’t allow us to eat?” Mrs. Weasley asked angrily.

 Hermione looked like she hadn't eaten in three days.

"Of course the Ministry of Magic lets 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 looks 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 pie. She took a big 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 arranged everything, it will be half past ten.”

Oddly 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 the water pipe repairer." Before Hermione could say anything, Mr. Weasley said, "I never knew they still needed to make an appointment, whether by what means, sending a letter, telegraphing, or using stamps."

"It should be a phone call." Harry asked in a low voice from the side: "Telegrams are from a long time ago."

"Yes, that's it." Mr. Weasley nodded, "I also bought a phone. It's in the attic of the Burrow. It's a pity that 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 am qualified for it.”

 As for 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 be more helpful, and the Muggles might even 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 left behind.

"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.

It wasn't until he noticed Mrs. Weasley's increasingly dangerous look that he suddenly stopped and said, "Don't get me wrong Molly, I just care about Hermione. You know, it's her first day at work, so it's inevitable that she will have a lot of discomfort. I also want to help her, and it’s definitely not my own interest.”

"That's the best." Mrs. Weasley glared at him, and then asked: "But what the **** is going on? Why did Hermione suddenly go to work at the Ministry of Magic?"

"To be honest, I don't know either." Mr. Weasley shrugged. "Chris only said that Kyle took her to help."

"Why is it related to Kyle?" Mrs. Weasley was even more confused. "He was obviously at home today."

"Not necessarily, Mom." Ron said: "Remember? When I went to ask Kyle to have lunch, there was no movement in his room, and he was nearly an hour late including dinner."

"What's the point?" Fred said nonchalantly: "When we study new products, we always lock ourselves in the room all day long. There's nothing surprising about it."

 “That’s what I say, but...”

"Yes, I did go to the Ministry of Magic." At this time, Kyle, who heard the noise, also walked downstairs and glanced at the time.

“It’s so late, don’t any of you want to go to bed?”

"I can't sleep." Harry said, "I have nothing else to do except sleep every day, but Kyle, did you just say that you really went to the Ministry of Magic?"

"Well, I have something to do." Kyle nodded and looked at Mrs. Weasley, "Sorry, I know you can't get out through the door, so I have to use another method."

"You shouldn't have hidden this from me." Mrs. Weasley was a little unhappy, "What if you were discovered by a Death Eater on the road?"

"That won't happen," Kyle said. "In fact, I haven't been out."

"You've never been out?" Ron asked doubtfully, "Then how did you get to the Ministry of Magic and the Floo Network?"

"Impossible, the fireplace here is not connected to the floo network." Hermione took another piece of pie, "Including portkeys and disembodiment are also prohibited."

"How was that done?" Harry also felt curious. As he spoke, he looked at Kyle expectantly, seeming to be very interested in how he could get to the Ministry of Magic.

"Phoenix, didn't you just experience it yesterday?" Kyle said matter-of-factly: "Phoenix's disembodiment is not subject to any restrictions. It can be done in the room."

The room became quiet, no one spoke, and everyone seemed to be thinking of the same not-so-good memory.

Harry instantly felt that if he had to be taken by the phoenix to leave here, then sleeping in the room would be quite good.

Hermione couldn't even eat anymore. Inexplicably, she felt frightened and moved. She didn't expect Kyle to pay such a high price to help her go to the Ministry of Magic...

"etc…"

Hermione suddenly thought of something, "No, I remember when I arrived at the Ministry of Magic, it looked quite normal."

 “Is there any problem?” Kyle blinked, not understanding why she said that.

“What I mean is,” Hermione explained, “it shouldn’t be so peaceful to be Apparated by a phoenix.”

 I think back when she was first brought to Hogsmeade from Godric's Hollow by the Phoenix, she almost vomited out the breakfast the day before.

It would have been fine if she was alone, but everyone was like that at that time, even Sirius and Auror Tonks were not much better.

Keir seemed to be staggering a little at most, but everything else was no different from usual, and he didn't look uncomfortable at all.

“Ah, you said that.” Kyle said nonchalantly: “It’s just like taking flying lessons. Fly a few times and you’ll get used to it and it’ll be fine.”

 Hermione hesitated for a moment and did not speak... She felt that she would not be able to get used to it, and unless absolutely necessary, she would never try it a second time.

"I must apologize for what I said before." After Hermione swallowed the pie in her mouth, she looked at Kyle seriously and said, "About the Muggle Mediation Committee, I did not understand the truth."

“It’s okay, they don’t know anyway.” Kyle waved his hand. "how do you feel?"

"Trouble." Hermione sighed, "The work is not difficult, just tedious, and I haven't thought of any solution yet."

 At the end of the day, she felt like a repeater, repeating various common sense of the Muggle world to the wizards countless times.

It's not enough to repeat the key once, because they don't understand it at all. You have to repeat it to them three times from different directions and angles, combined with similar situations in the magic world.

Hermione felt that she had never spoken so many words in a day. If she hadn't drank the potion prepared by Perrod in advance, she would have been speechless by now. "Is that job really busy?" Ron asked curiously, and even Harry found it a bit incredible.

  After all, before this, they had not even heard of the so-called Muggle Mediation Committee in the Ministry of Magic.

"It can only be said that there is no time to rest at all." Hermione sighed, "From the morning until now, I have either been solving problems or on the way to solving them. I feel like I ran around the UK in one day. ”

 “This is a bit too exaggerated.”

 “Exaggeration? Not at all, it’s the truth.”

 “Then how did you get on your way, Disapparating?” Harry asked.

 “Portkey,” said Hermione.

"do it yourself?"

"Of course not." Hermione shook her head. "Mr. Perrod is only allowed to make the door key to return to the Ministry of Magic. The rest must be returned after we solve a problem."

"Going back to the Ministry of Magic?" Ron muttered, "This is too much trouble."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Portkeys can be used by anyone, even Muggles, so they have always been restricted by the Ministry of Magic." Hermione sighed, "I have used more portkeys today than in the past few years combined. More.”

 At this point, Hermione sighed quietly, picked up the pumpkin juice and took a big sip.

 “What have you done?” Ron continued to ask.

"How can I put it, they are all trivial things, and the most common one is the issue of dressing. For example, this afternoon, there was a wizard living in the Muggle community who didn't understand why he was walking so well and suddenly he was Arrest the police."

 “Caught by what?”

　　"That's the Muggle Auror." Mr. Weasley said happily, and then looked at Hermione, as if he wanted to get confirmation.

"They're more like strikers in terms of duties," Hermione said, "but Aurors are fine too."

 “Look, I just said I knew it,” Mr. Weasley said happily.

“So why did those Muggle Aurors capture those wizards?” Ron frowned, “Because they performed magic illegally?”

 “No.” Hermione shook her head.

“So they attacked Muggles?”

  “Nor.”

 “That’s why?”

"Because Muggle men rarely go shopping wearing only a skirt." Hermione rubbed her eyes, "Listen to what I said clearly, it's just a skirt."

"Pfft!" Harry couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud, but he quickly covered his mouth after seeing Hermione's eyes.

“Can you imagine, he used the long skirt as a coat, and then ran to the female neighbor’s house to say hello to her...” Hermione’s voice began to tremble.

“We had to use a Confusion Charm to sort things out, and then spent another two hours telling him that they were not Muggle robes and could not be worn alone.”

Harry covered his mouth tightly, his face bulging as if he had two oranges stuffed in his mouth.

It was hard for him to imagine what it would be like if Uncle Vernon's neighbor came to greet them in a long dress. Aunt Petunia would be so angry that she would go crazy.

 Their family is the most normal Muggles, and the most invisible things are those abnormal things, such as wizards, magic and the like.

It’s just that the day before his birthday, their family was picked up by people from the Order of the Phoenix. I don’t know if they have gone back now.

Harry thought so, and at the same time relied on distraction, and finally suppressed laughter.

 If he laughed at this moment, Hermione would definitely kill him.

 At this time Hermione rubbed her eyes again.

"How about it." Kyle looked at her and asked: "Would you like to change to another department? I also have connections in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. The work there will be much more normal, and it will also allow you to become familiar with the Ministry of Magic."

"No, no need." Hermione took a deep breath and said stubbornly: "No matter what, I will stay here for a full month. In addition, I also want to try to see if I can do anything to make their Work is easier."

"It's not easy," Kyle said. "It's hard to change the habits of wizards."

"I want to try, someone has to try to change something." Hermione said firmly, "If I can't even do this, let alone other more troublesome things."

"Well." Kyle raised his eyebrows, poured two glasses of mead, and pushed one of them to Hermione, "Then I wish you success."

"Hey, Kyle, you're not right." Sirius said dissatisfiedly: "What about us, are we just watching?"

“If you want to drink, just ask.” Kyle bluntly exposed his thoughts and handed the bottle in his hand.

 “But can you drink?”

"Mead doesn't matter. Even if there is action, it will not be affected." He poured a glass for everyone and just finished it.

Then everyone toasted together to wish Hermione success.

"She is getting more and more incomprehensible." While drinking mead, Ron whispered to Harry: "Why do you have to stay there? I still think the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures is better. At least it’s the second largest department in the Ministry of Magic.”

"Maybe she has her own ideas," Harry said.

 Actually, he didn't understand it either, but since it was Hermione's decision, he just supported it.

 And to be honest, if possible, he would like to keep himself busy.

But he also knew that neither Mrs. Weasley nor Sirius would allow him to walk out of this door.

 As for Kyle's method...that's not considered.

After drinking the mead, everyone dispersed. Mrs. Weasley drove the children back to their rooms and urged them to go to bed quickly.

Fred and George did not go back to their rooms, but found Kyle secretly.

"We have thought about it." As soon as he entered the door, Fred asked: "About what you said tonight about the new communication equipment."

"Are you sure the Ministry of Magic will pay for this?" George asked.

"To be honest, I'm not 100% sure." Kyle said, "But from what Bones said, if there is such a product that can meet all needs, she should agree to use it for Aurors."

"But does the Ministry of Magic have money?" Fred expressed another concern of his. "I heard that the Ministry of Magic is preparing to expand the number of Aurors and Strikers. The more people there are, the more money they will need. Do you really have Galleons to purchase new magic items?”

"There should be one." Kyle thought for a moment, "At least one for each Auror team, that's fine."

"It doesn't matter, we did it." Fred said, "It's going to be a new product anyway. Even if the Ministry of Magic doesn't want it, we can sell it to others."

"It's okay, don't worry about it yet." Kyle looked at them and suddenly showed a very kind smile, "Do you want to train yourself, or in other words, make a crucial contribution to the peace of the wizarding world and the stability of Muggles? the power of."

 (End of this chapter)