The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

In the assistant minister's office of the Ministry of Magic, Percy put down his quill and stretched. Looking at the empty desks around him, he sneered. These employees who disappear as soon as they get off work want to be promoted?Just wishful thinking!Employees who are only self-motivated and do not take action, do not expect to be appreciated by their superiors.

Look at me Percy Weasley!In less than 2 years, he has made great strides all the way. First, he became the assistant to the director, then he got rid of the director and became the acting director, and then he became the assistant to the minister, and waited for the minister... Forget it, he seems to be in good health?None of this matters!The important thing is that the Minister and the former Director Crouch valued me equally. Only a person like me who is dedicated to making progress and taking action can make every step of the way!

Percy looked up at the clock, and the hour and minute hands were together, pointing to 12 at the same time. He carefully removed several half-meter-high piles of documents on the table, took out the lunch box from the drawer, and gently opened it. There was no delicious meal carefully prepared by Mrs. Weasley for him, but only the leftovers from the canteen at noon, and even the leftovers were equally exquisite, which was not the kind of food he could often eat at home.

"I really don't understand why Dad basically doesn't eat in the Ministry of Magic cafeteria," Percy muttered, and started to eat supper by himself. He must finish eating as soon as possible. We also need to single out those trivial things, for example, after some wizards blew up the Muggle toilets, they used the disillusionment spell to hide and squatted for a long time...

After packing up the lunch box, Percy, who was about to continue working, noticed a purple paper airplane flying in. His eyes lit up with excitement. At this moment, a special communication method within the Ministry of Magic appeared, and it flew to him. Coming here can only mean that someone is contacting the minister, so I will definitely go to the minister's house late at night. Such good things don't happen often!

After inquiring about the situation from the night duty officer, Percy took a letter and went straight to the high-rise residential area of ​​the Ministry of Magic...

"I said, you can't patch the hole in my head? How long has it been since I washed my hair?" Fudge annoyed and lifted the hair-soaking spell on his head, "Do you know how annoying this thing is when you take a shower? "

"It's just a small hole. I can plug it with my body when you take a shower, and just wipe it off after you wash, but don't worry. With this hole, it's easier for me to come out and stretch my body." The granulation sprouted from his head, twisting various shapes in the air.

"You said so lightly! That's the brain! How can you make me feel at ease? What if I get into the water?"

"Now is not the time to talk about that, your little servant Weasley has come to see you."

"Weasley? This point? Why don't you just control him like you did to those Aurors?"

"Fudge, he doesn't need to control at all, he is already loyal to you!"

"Ha, I agree with you on this point. What is it called? Charisma?"

Fudge shrugged, straightened his pajamas, pressed the worm back by the way, put on his nightcap, and walked to the living room to open the door for Percy.

"Oh, Weasley, working late again tonight?" Fudge opened the door for him to come in first, then closed the door and said to him, "You should really consider listening to me and go straight home after work. It's never over."

"Mr. Minister! This is what I should do," Percy said seriously, shaking his head quickly, "As long as I work harder, you will be able to relax and relax. This is the duty of an Assistant Minister!"

"Well, I know it's useless to try to persuade you. If all the staff in the Ministry of Magic are like you, it will really save me a lot of trouble." Fudge motioned Percy to sit on the sofa first, sitting in the wine cabinet. He took out half a bottle of whiskey from his pocket, picked two wine glasses, poured some on each, and handed the other glass to him, "Come on, try this, it can make you feel less tired, so tell me, come to me tonight Did something happen again?"

"Hiss!~" Percy took the wine glass excitedly, took a sip, and suddenly a hot and spicy rush rushed into his stomach. He quickly put down the wine glass, took out the letter in his arms, and handed it to Fudge with both hands, "Minister Sir, a letter, judging from the envelope, is from Hogwarts, I think it must be something important, so I sent it to you specially!"

"Okay, okay, Hogwarts is here, there must be nothing good," Fudge muttered, opened the envelope, his face became more and more ugly, more and more weird, and finally slapped the letter paper on the coffee table , "How is this possible! It's that black cat! It must be his fault!"

"Huh? Mr. Minister! What's the matter? You don't look well?" Percy asked cautiously.

"Here! Take a look! Take a look! Dolores is crazy! Is she crazy?" Fudge grabbed the letter from Hogwarts and threw it to Percy, then hurriedly walked in the living room Back and forth, why isn't that rope directly around her neck?Why didn't she just die at Hogwarts!Damn it!Damn it!

"Peeves? The reason is to compete for the king of pranksters? My God! There are Fred and George in here..." Percy stood up and bowed to Fudge when he saw this, and said in panic, "I'm sorry Minister I don’t know, I can’t imagine! It’s because of Fred and George’s prank!”

"No, no, no, Weasley! No! It's Percy! Listen, this has nothing to do with your two mischievous younger brothers!" Fudge walked quickly to Percy, clasping his shoulders with both hands, "even with leather It doesn't matter if you're skin ghosts, they did it on purpose for me to see! They thought that by making Dolores crazy, Hogwarts could return to its previous state of depravity? That's too much for granted!"

"The reform of Hogwarts is imperative! We have achieved initial results? Haven't we? Now our forerunners have fallen into their tricks and urgently need a capable successor! Tell me Percy, you Are you up to the job?"

"Me? The successor?" Percy looked at Fudge in shock. He raised his hands and patted his face, trying to wake himself up. "But me, I just graduated from there for two years, so I'm afraid I can't be the vice principal. ···”

"Percy!" Fudge said, rubbing his temples and patting him on the shoulder, "It's the Ministry of Magic's Senior Investigator, the position of Vice-Principal is useless at all, if it wasn't for Dolores' insistence... your The job is to fix the educational problems at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry, and..."

"Understood?" Fudge whispered something in his ear, then turned around and looked at him seriously.

"Understood! I promise to complete the task!" Percy responded loudly to Fudge's words, he was very excited now, the important task entrusted by Mr. Minister, he must be terrified!

"Oh~ keep your voice down, Percy, it seems that you still don't understand, I can tell from your expression," Fudge buttoned his ear piercing, "this is not only to get Hogwarts on the right track, but also For your family..."

"Okay! Sir! Percy will definitely complete your instructions!" Percy's eyes radiated a fiery light. He found that Minister Fudge was greater than Mr. Crouch. His style and principles of doing things made him very happy. Admiration, as expected of a person who can sit on the ministerial position.