Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

British Ministry of Magic.

One week is enough time for wizards to restore this place to its original state.

The current Ministry of Magic is even more magnificent than before, which further demonstrates Britain's dominant position in the magic world.

In the hall, paper planes for messages flew back and forth, and the clerks were busier than before, carrying various documents and shuttling between departments.

Old Barty was teleported from the exquisite dedicated fireplace. He walked out of the lingering flames and reached out to brush off the non-existent dust on his body.

He had just finished his work in Hogsmeade, and now he had several important things to report to Shaw, but he couldn't get in touch with him using the poker communication. He could only come to the Ministry of Magic to talk to Fudge and Lucius first.

Coincidentally, a dedicated fireplace next to it also rose with red and blue flames, and Fudge walked out of it with a tired look.

Barty immediately stepped forward and said politely.

"Hello, Minister."

Fudge saw that it was Barty, his eyes rolled around, and he immediately became enthusiastic.

"Battie, have you finished your work at Hogholtz?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that's great. You are proficient in diplomacy, so you must be good at dealing with the Muggle Prime Minister, right?"

Battie was slightly stunned and said uncertainly.

"It should be okay, but I am not free now. The master is not here. I want to discuss something with you and Lucius first."

Fudge took Batie's hand enthusiastically and went to the elevator.

"Lucius is stationed in the Department of Mysteries recently, supervising the alchemists to strengthen the defense there.

Let's go to him together. After you deal with the problem in your hand, I have a task that the master personally gave you."

Battie's body was a little stiff. He was not used to Fudge's enthusiasm.

The two got on the elevator and were immediately scanned by various alchemical props above their heads.

Fudge looked at the scanner above his head with a little displeasure.

"Ha, now even the two of us have to go through a strict inspection before we can go down.

But I heard that the two adults have been in the Death Hall for three days and have set up strict magic restrictions and alchemy arrays.

Isn't what Lucius is doing now unnecessary?"

Bati didn't care, but praised.

"There are things that those people value here. There is no harm in being strict. Lucius did nothing wrong."

"Well, he is always so cautious."

The two got off the elevator, and the inspection was not over yet. They first passed the anti-camouflage waterfall in the corridor, and then passed the five-pointed fire escape left by Shaw.

Only then did they finally arrive at the black circular hall.

In front of those unmarked doors, Lucius was handling thick official documents on a simple desk.

Some alchemists kept going in and out of those black doors.

Fudge and Barty came to the desk, and Fudge took the lead in greeting them enthusiastically.

"Oh, Lucius, you are really hardworking. If the master sees you working so hard, he will be very happy."

Lucius retracted his gaze from the information, looked up and saw that it was Fudge and Barty, and stood up.

"It's the Minister and Mr. Crouch, come, sit over here."

He led the two to sit on the simple sofa next to them, and poured tea for them before speaking.

"Britain is busy with affairs now, and there is no way to be inattentive. You two came here, is there anything you need to discuss?"

Lucius is not a very hardworking person, but there were many emergencies in the past few days, and almost one-third of the old pure blood in Britain was destroyed.

This made him have to be more serious, and this thought even warned his son who was still in school.

Fudge looked at Barty and asked him to speak quickly, and wait until the discussion was over before giving him the task of dealing with the Muggle Prime Minister.

He really didn't want to be aggrieved and say another word to the stupid and problematic Muggle Prime Minister.

Barty didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the most important thing.

"Something went wrong with the US regarding Ilvermorny's compensation for the snakewood.

But the Lord is not in the UK now, so I can only discuss it with you two first."

Fudge was immediately furious when he heard this.

"What's wrong with Ilvermorny! We just helped them eliminate the traitor, and when the US minister thanked us, didn't we say there was no problem?"

Although Lucius was also very angry, he said calmly

"No, the three of us really can't make the decision on this matter, we must find a way to inform the Lord."

Battie looked solemn.

"Do you want to use the communication method that can only be used as a last resort?"

.......

The northwestern tip of Europe, the Scandinavian Peninsula.

The winter here is cold and the snow is heavy, and the sky is always filled with beautiful auroras from time to time.

Part of the peninsula is already within the coverage of the Arctic Circle.

So although it is not the most remote area now,Night is not much different. The sun rises only for a short while in the sky and then disappears without a trace.

The western coast of the Scandinavian Peninsula is broken and tortuous along the coastline of the mountains, with many fjords.

"Whoosh!"

In this wild and uninhabited place, suddenly, an elk sled was running on this long and narrow ice field.

The elk was huge and handsome, comparable to a war horse, and its posture was even more agile. Its curved horns faced the heavy snow and took the sled to jump across the ice field with dense ice cracks.

On the sled, there were two people, one old and one young.

They were both wearing furry white fox cloaks. They were Shaw and Old Fly, who had not appeared in the UK for a few days.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Shaw stood up, ignoring the wind and snow, and enjoyed watching the wonders of nature.

After a while, he looked at the huge glaciers floating on the blue-black sea from a distance.

Then he looked at the snow-capped peaks on the mountains and the endless dense coniferous forests.

Old Fly seemed to be accustomed to these beautiful views. He was curled up in a thick polar bear blanket, just looking at the sky peacefully.

"In fact, looking down from a high altitude in the air is more magnificent and a different experience."

Shor smiled.

"Although the view is better from a high altitude, it lacks a sense of participation in it.

In the vast world, aren't we part of the scenery?"

Old Fly's kind eyes swept across a trace of thought, chewing on Shaw's meaningful words.

"There is some truth, but this is the heart that ordinary people should have. You can't have such a mundane mind now."

Shor didn't mean to argue with Old Fly. Everyone has his own understanding.

He retracted his gaze from the view.

"It's been two days, why haven't we reached our destination yet? Why don't you just take me with you by Apparition, but choose to take a sled for a long journey?"

Old Fry pointed at the aurora in the sky.

"It's almost there, the end of the aurora is Asgard, the kingdom of God.

Our ancestors rode sleds from there and marched into the world step by step. This is to remind you of the hardships of our ancestors."