Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

Mr. Weasley came back early in the morning. At eight o'clock in the morning, he walked into the kitchen sleepily and took the sandwich from Bill.

"Dad, didn't you just work overtime all night yesterday? Why do you have to go to the Ministry of Magic so early today?"

"I can't help it, the Ministry is really short of manpower recently." Mr. Weasley yawned, "Not only me, but also Chris, the newly married Lupine, and even Cedric who has only been in the job for two years. In this way, there is endless work to do every day.”

"But it's too busy." Fred poured him a glass of pumpkin juice. "Will the Ministry of Magic pay you overtime?"

"All the money from the Ministry of Magic is used to purchase potion materials needed to treat the wounded." Mr. Weasley took a sip of pumpkin juice.

"So you're saying that all your hard work is in vain?"

"You can't say that." Mr. Weasley shook his head, "This is a job, not a business."

George curled his lips.

Of course he understood what Mr. Weasley meant, but knowing and accepting were two different things.

Of course, he didn't really do it for the pitiful overtime pay.

Didn't the Ministry of Magic keep claiming in the Daily Prophet that they had grasped the movements of the Death Eaters?

So where were the Aurors and Strikers when they attacked yesterday... They waited until half an hour later, when everything had settled, before rushing over.

If Kyle hadn't used the Phoenix to rescue them, no one could guarantee how many people would come back alive.

You can't see them when you really need them, but they are very active when they are working. How can it be so cheap?

The more George thought about it, the angrier he became.

Although he also knew that yesterday's attack was a complete emergency, and it was normal that people from the Ministry of Magic couldn't get over...including the people from the Order of the Phoenix and his father also didn't come over.

But he just felt unhappy.

The same goes for Fred, who also has opinions about Amelia, the new minister.

No one can think of any other way, but you can't just use force on one person.

He remembered clearly that it was five o'clock in the morning, when he and George had just finished improving the communication coin and were preparing to go to bed. It was at that time that they heard the sound of the door opening.

That's when Mr. Weasley returned.

As a result, it has only been three hours and I have to go to work again? This is too anxious.

However, Mr. Weasley didn't care very much. He rubbed his forehead, quickly finished his sandwich, took another sip of pumpkin juice, and stood up to go out.

"Wait, Mr. Weasley..." Hermione quickly finished her breakfast, "Can I go to the Ministry of Magic with you?"

"Are you going too?"

Mr. Weasley stopped and said, "Hermione, if there's nothing important, I think it would be best for you to stay here."

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Weasley." Hermione said, "I'm not Harry or Kyle. The mysterious person may not even know me."

"That's true, but..."

"Don't worry, Mr. Weasley, if I encounter danger, I will apparate away in advance."

Under Hermione's gaze, Mr. Weasley hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed to take her to the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione has always been a very independent witch. Mr. Weasley felt that even if he refused, she would go there by herself. That would be more dangerous. It would be safer if he was by his side.

"Okay then." Mr. Weasley said, "But you must follow me closely until we reach a safe place and we will Apparate there."

"No problem." Hermione nodded.

Then the two left the house, along with Sirius and several other Weasley children.

Bill and Charlie have another mission. They need to patrol the surroundings to make sure there are no Death Eaters nearby.

Fred and George are going to Diagon Alley to reopen the shop.

Mrs. Weasley didn't look very happy and kept a straight face.

In fact, ever since the Death Eaters attacked Diagon Alley, she had not quite agreed with Fred and George continuing to run their business.

Last time they were lucky enough not to be in the store, so the Death Eaters could only vent their anger by destroying the store.

But next time... what if they go to Diagon Alley again? I'm afraid it's not the shop that will be destroyed, but the two of them.

So Mrs. Weasley never wanted them to open the shop again.

But the Weasley brothers were determined to do this and did not want to give up their shop no matter what. They even had a big fight during breakfast over this matter.

Needless to say, the Weasley brothers won the argument. They succeeded in making Mrs. Weasley relax by saying, "It's because Death Eaters have brought shadow to the wizarding world that they want to bring joy to everyone." He also retracted his fingers that wanted to twist their ears.

In fact, they did.

The entire street of Diagon Alley was deserted and quiet, only their store was the busiest.

The colorful signboard and Weasley statue can be seen from a long distance away, and the cheerful music in the store can be heard for half the street, making it seem out of place and extremely eye-catching.

Everyone who passes by the door will have the illusion that Voldemort has not yet appeared.

This excuse succeeded in convincing everyone.

After they all left, Mrs. Weasley sighed silently.

"I really shouldn't have listened to them," she muttered under her breath, turning and walking into the room.

At this time, she, Kyle, and a few children who had not yet graduated were the only ones left at home.

Ron and Harry initially wanted to go to the Ministry of Magic with Hermione, but as soon as they expressed this idea, they were ruthlessly rejected by Mrs. Weasley.

The reason is simple, they don't disapparate.

If she encounters danger, Hermione can escape at any time, but following them is equivalent to carrying two oil bottles. Hermione will have to take care of them and delay her escape.

Mrs. Weasley's words were reasonable. Ron was speechless for a long time, unable to think of a reason to refute. In the end, he could only turn around and go upstairs angrily to express his dissatisfaction.

It's just that Mrs. Weasley doesn't care at all.

"Then, I'm going back to the room." Five minutes later, Kyle stood up from the chair and said.

"Oh, go ahead." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "There is nothing to do today. I will call you when lunch is ready."

"Thank you," Kyle said.

He went back to his room along the stairs. As soon as he entered the door, a golden and red figure rushed towards him.

Kyle seemed to have known it for a long time, reached out and grabbed Fox's paw, and then disappeared into the room.

When he reappeared, he was already behind a wizard in the fireplace corridor of the Ministry of Magic. His feet gave way and he knocked the man out of the fireplace.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!" The other party was startled by the sudden movement and turned to look at Kyle, "Who are you and what is going on?"

"Of course I came to the Ministry of Magic through the Floo Network to do business." Kyle rubbed his head and said impatiently: "What are you doing? If you wait a little longer, the next person will be here."

After hearing Kyle's words, his stumbling steps, and rubbing his head, the man quickly said: "Sorry, I may have been distracted."

"It's nothing, just be careful next time." Kyle took out a sour explosive candy and stuffed it into his mouth. "It's best not to stay in the fireplace of the Ministry of Magic. There are a lot of people coming and going here."

"Ah, I know." the other party said.

"Kyle, I'm here." Hermione's voice came from not far away.

She had been waiting here since she followed Mr. Weasley, and ran over immediately when she saw Kyle.

"Let's talk while we walk." Kyle led her towards the elevator.

"How did you get out of the fireplace?" Hermione asked confused.

Kyle looked back and lowered his voice: "This will not easily arouse people's suspicion."

"But that's the fireplace, just in case..."

"It's nothing unexpected." Kyle shook his head and said, "The fireplace in the Ministry of Magic is different from other places. It is usually extinguished. Only when a wizard comes over will the unique flame of the flight network be ignited. There is no need to worry at all."

"Is that right?"

"of course."

While talking, the two of them had already arrived at the elevator, where many people were already waiting.

"Oh, Kyle, I was still wondering when I could see you." An old wizard greeted the two of them: "I remember you have graduated."

"That's right," Kyle said. "I was busy with other things before and didn't have time to come to work."

"I heard everything," said the old wizard. "You and Scamander went to Mirkwood, which is a dangerous place."

"No matter how dangerous it is, it can't compare to Godric's Hollow yesterday." Another witch came over.

"You have such a good relationship with Auror Remus, you must have attended his wedding."

"Of course." Kyle said.

"I heard seventy Death Eaters were there."

"There is such a thing, but I don't know the specific number." Kyle said, "I was rescued at that time, and I don't know what happened next."

Kyle knew these people at the Ministry of Magic very well, and naturally knew what they wanted to ask, so he simply blocked the conversation in advance.

Sure enough, after hearing that Kyle didn't know what happened, the witch had obvious disappointment on her face.

"Ah... Dumbledore saved you, I heard it all from Lupine."

Just at this time, the elevator came, and others crowded in, while Kyle stayed outside to wait for the next one.

A few minutes later, they finally waited for an elevator with fewer people. With them were three wizards holding documents.

"Kyle, it's great to see you." One of them said, "But you came at a bad time. There have been too many things going on in the department recently. I haven't slept for two days."

As he spoke, he pointed to the dark circles on his face.

"No way, I also want to be lazy, but the new minister doesn't agree." Kyle shrugged.

"makes sense."

The elevator quickly reached the sixth floor, and the three wizards walked out together.

"We'll talk to you next time, Kyle."

"Who is he?" Hermione asked as the door closed again.

"Watson, from the broomstick management and control bureau, we discussed how to modify the firebolt." Kyle said casually.

"You know so many people."

"This is normal." Kyle said, "To put it bluntly, the assistant minister's job is to deal with other departments. The more times you do it, the more you will become familiar with it."

"Where are we going?"

"Third level." Kyle said.

"Go to Mr. Weasley?"

"No, Mr. Weasley's office is on the second floor. We need to go to another department." Kyle thought for a while, "How about your confusion spell."

"Okay, it's okay." Hermione said, "The Confusion Curse is for seventh grade. I reviewed it in advance."

"That's no problem, but I think if it were you, you wouldn't be able to use this spell."

Soon, the elevator stopped.

"The third level, the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, includes the accident reversal team, the memory cancellation command and the Muggle Issues Mediation Committee."

Listening to the sound on the elevator, Hermione suddenly thought of something.

"Are you going to take me to the Muggle Mediation Committee?"

"That's it." Kyle walked out of the elevator, "Don't you always think they have no effect? ​​The most direct way is to experience it yourself."

Kyle stepped out of the elevator. Hermione followed quickly.

This floor looks busier than the sixth floor. Everyone is walking in a hurry, and the corridors are filled with various documents and sundries.

Kyle took her all the way to the innermost part, through a heavy oak door, and into a messy and noisy open area divided into many small compartments.

They walked to the door of a small cubicle on the far left, with a sign hanging crookedly on it: Muggle Mediation Committee.

Just at this time, a middle-aged wizard ran out from inside.

"Wait a minute, Pelrod." Kyle called him.

"Sorry, Kyle, I don't have time now." The wizard turned around and said: "Mrs. Akaba had a quarrel with her neighbor again about the garden. I must rush over before she uses magic. Her The Oblivion Charm is just terrible."

"Don't worry, I've brought you a helper."

"helper?"

Kyle nudged Hermione.

Only then did Hermione react, "My name is Hermione, Hermione Granger."

Perode gave a strange look, "Are you sure this girl wants to work here?"

Then he looked at Hermione again, "I must tell you in advance, the salary here is not high."

"It's not a job, it's a volunteer, and it doesn't require a salary." Kyle said, "She wanted to experience life one month before school started, so I brought her here."

"Are you sure?" Perode asked again, his voice even stranger.

"I'm sure of it!" said Hermione.

"Okay then, come with me."

Perhaps because of Kyle's reputation, or because he was too busy, Pelrod didn't say anything. He didn't even check Hermione's identity. He just agreed and took her towards the elevator.

Hermione glanced back at Kyle.

"Go ahead." Kyle waved his hand, "It's best to resolve it once and for all. The old lady and her neighbor have had several conflicts. I'm optimistic about you."

Hermione just went to work in a daze without even entering the office door.

After the elevator door closed again, Kyle peeked into the office.

There was an older wizard inside, arranging the parchment on the table.

He glanced up at Kyle. "I heard everything. You found a new staff member for us?"

"Just a volunteer, I will leave after Hogwarts starts." Kyle walked in and barely found a place to stand in the small office.

"And my ambition is not here, but on the second floor."

"Legal Enforcement Division?"

"uh-huh."

"It's okay, as long as I can help."

The old wizard continued to sort out the parchment while cursing and muttering, "Those Death Eaters can really cause trouble for people, and those idiots actually dug traps in the Muggle community, and some even made a swamp out of it. They thought they were Didn’t the neighbors find anything?”

"There's nothing we can do, everyone is scared."

"But we have doubled the workload." The old wizard said angrily: "By the way, what are the abilities of the student you brought."

"The results are the first in the grade."

The old wizard then looked up at Kyle and said, "It seems like she does have a chance to go to the second floor."

"Okay." He stood up, took out a bag and threw it to Kyle.

"What's this."

"The reward for helping." The old wizard said, "The salary here is not high to begin with, and it is even less before joining the job. It is only twenty galleons a month, but it is better than nothing."

"Is there any reward?" Kyle was stunned for a moment.

"It didn't exist before, but yesterday Hogwarts donated a large amount of herbs to St. Mungo's, which saved the Ministry of Magic a lot of money.

"Bones wants to expand the size of the Ministry of Magic to deal with the increasing number of Death Eaters, and with so much work there has to be someone to do it, and it can't be done without money."

"Is that so?" Kyle frowned, "Isn't she worried about Death Eaters sneaking in?"

"So this is a risky move. I didn't expect that she would be so courageous." The old wizard said, "By the way, every newcomer must register information. Don't forget to ask the girl to fill it in."

"where to?"

"Auror office."