Hogwarts Archmage

Hermione's worries disappeared as soon as they got off the bus. Tracey was waiting for them next to the platform, carrying a special suitcase that could hold all their luggage... and a lot of animals.

The destination was in London, and it couldn't be any further away. The car took more than half an hour to reach the place. Hermione got off the bus, took her luggage, said hello, and went to her own clinic. Marn and Ace Te followed Tracy to the store diagonally opposite the clinic.

The store is located on a street corner, and the flow of people is pretty good. From the outside, the store looks like it has two floors, but where Marn is going is on the 32nd floor, where Wald is waiting for them.

There is an empty storage room on the second floor. Knock twice with the wand and a door will appear. Push the door open to find the "elevator" leading to the upper floor. There are a lot of buttons. This place is hidden by some crazy wizard architect. It has more than 40 floors, and the locations on the third floor and above are all decorated with magic. Muggles will subconsciously avoid this place when controlling low-altitude aircraft.

On the way, Tracey introduced them to the functions of each floor one by one. Ma En didn't remember it at all. She only knew that the 32nd floor was the living area that belonged exclusively to Wald, and other staff members lived on the 31th and [-]st floors.

After arriving at the place, as soon as we met, Ma En complained: "Old Walder, you didn't even care about us, you just ran away. I almost died of worry about those cats and owls."

"Life always needs a sense of ritual, and so does vacation...and didn't I tell you that Tracy would bring a big suitcase? What are you worried about?" Wald asked a little strangely.

"When did you say that?"

Walder thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead, tugged on his jacket pocket, pulled out a piece of paper and looked at Ma En, "I was too busy, I forgot to send it when I left..."

"..."

"Okay, let me tell you some news. You can play with peace of mind during this year's holiday. Professor Hill is working on a major topic. He doesn't have time to teach you this year. He will have to start from next year. But you are still young anyway, so don't worry."

Marn was overjoyed, but he just nodded calmly, and then he and Esther followed Tracey to the room assigned to them by Walder to pack their things.

After they left, Walde stroked his wand and looked at the note he had just thrown on the table, frowning and lost in thought.

"Ding dong~" A doorbell interrupted his thoughts. He put the note away, cleared his throat and said, "Please come in."

A middle-aged man with red hair opened the door and walked in. He said easily: "Mr. Walder, I'm here again to check if there are anything here that wizards should not use."

Walder made a gesture of invitation, "Please feel free~"

The lightbulb overhead was emitting a soft brightness, a phone was placed on the table, and several car keys were hung on the key rack next to it.

"You are still a model of law-abiding." He said, and then he sat down on the sofa opposite Walder.

"Okay, Arthur, between you and me, there is no need to say these polite words," Walder said with a smile, "How does it feel to return to the Ministry of Magic, that place... huh?"

"It's okay, Fudge actually respects me quite a bit. I still haven't figured out why he suspended me in the first place. Maybe, someone will know, for example - sitting across from me, the guests came and drank. The gentleman who doesn’t even give you tea.”

"Hahahaha..." Walder laughed and tapped the coffee table with his wand, causing the teapot and teacup to move on their own.

After the water in Arthur's glass was filled, he continued: "It's time to get down to business, Arthur, I got a good thing from the United States."

Ward lowered his voice mysteriously and approached Arthur: "A brand new plane."

"You sent someone to steal it from a Muggle airport?"

"This is not an ordinary airport, it is a military airport, and the weapons on it have not been dismantled."

Arthur opened his mouth and said a little speechlessly: "...You are really a madman. I have never seen someone as old as you who can cause so much trouble. The people at the airport over there should be dying of worry right now. "

"Don't talk nonsense, just tell me if you are interested. If not, I will find someone else."

"No, no, no, please keep it for me. I don't have the skills to find anyone else..."

"Okay, don't go to the Ministry of Magic yet. There's nothing serious anyway. It's just trivial things all day long."

"It's not good to ask for leave just after I got back..." Arthur said hesitantly, "And I always feel that something is wrong with the way Fudge looks at me recently..."

"What's wrong? If it's really inconvenient for you, I'll think of a way to ask him to suspend you again. The dozens of galleons a month over there can't even buy a better cat."

"Sure enough, it's you!" He pointed helplessly at the illegal supplies around him. "I guessed at first that it was you who suspended me, and I was a little nervous when you offered me such a high salary. I thought you were going to What did I do to cooperate with you and end up with this?"

"Arthur, I don't need your cooperation. Instead of trying my best to promote you from a department with no future, I might as well directly corrupt the higher-ups of the Ministry of Magic. You know what those people are like."

Walder refilled Arthur's water and continued, "It's a pity that you have the ability to work in the Ministry of Magic. It's better to resign directly. Anyway, from my point of view, the Ministry of Magic will have trouble sooner or later. When the time comes, you It’s not the same as losing your job.”

"Although that place is always busy with meaningless things, it's actually... pretty good. At least everyone has a good relationship with me."

"Yes, we have a good relationship, but if disaster strikes one day, who will care about you?"

"With Dumbledore in the wizarding world, even if that person comes back, it will be fine..."

"Voldemort...is nothing. The more terrifying danger has never been him."

"Anyway, as long as Dumbledore is here, there's nothing to worry about, right?"

Walder was not surprised by his argument. Not only him, but most people in the British wizarding community believed that as long as Dumbledore was not dead, any problem could be solved.

"Albus is old...Arthur," Walder lit up a cigar. He never smoked this thing when he was in school, but now he was in his own territory and no one could care about it. He took a puff. After spitting it out, he said, "It's not his body that's old. In fact, considering how powerful he is, he's only half of his age at most. It's his heart that's old. He's too conservative, thinking that the wizarding world will always be like that, and he His stubbornness made him ignore the wider world outside."

"Are you saying..."

"Muggles." Walder took his words directly.

"What's so dangerous about Muggles? They can't even detect us."

"You see, this is the root of the problem. Most wizards think like you. You even work in a department that is supposed to have more contact with Muggles."

"What the hell did they do?"

"There are many, many, far beyond everyone's imagination. They can even destroy all humans in this time, including wizards."