"How was your summer vacation?"

The two turned into a desolate street, with only a few dilapidated offices around, and the bustling street where they had just arrived is simply two different worlds.

"It's okay, do you plan to go to the Quidditch World Cup this year?"

A dilapidated red telephone booth not far away caught his attention. He remembered that one entrance of the Ministry of Magic was in a public toilet, and the other was a dilapidated telephone booth.

"If you don't go, the British team has been playing very badly. They have missed the trophy for 30 years, and it is estimated that they will lose miserably this year." Bud is very optimistic about the British Quidditch teams.

"It's normal. This country has been going downhill and it feels heavy. Recently, there have been a lot of troubles on the Muggle side, which made me afraid to eat beef." Albert asked casually. Chatting with Bud.

"We are here." Bud pointed to the shabby red phone booth in front of him, and said to Albert, "You go in first."

"Is the entrance here?"

Albert opened the dilapidated phone booth and walked in, turned his head and asked Bud behind him: "Actually, I'm curious, why don't we apparate directly to the Ministry of Magic?"

Bud also squeezed into the phone booth, picked up the broken phone handset, and said to Albert, "Take it as a novel experience."

"It's really novel, how should we use it?" Albert looked at the dilapidated phone booth, thinking that Muggles would not enter this place by mistake.

"You need to dial the number 62442." Bud reached out and dialed this number as a demonstration to Albert: "It's mainly because you are not an adult now, and there are a lot of guys staring at you recently. I think it will take some time to go through the program. , So as not to cause you unnecessary trouble. I greeted you there, we just went through the process."

"Those guys don't do what people should do all day." Albert shook his head and said, "If you are envious, you will have more children, maybe you will have a few geniuses. Even if you can't find geniuses, you can do it for the fertility of the magical world. Contribution. If the number of wizards is one-tenth of Muggles, there is no need to hide underground like mice."

"Your words remind me of someone."

"Gellert Grindelwald?"

"Yes, that guy is an idealist. It's a pity that he was too radical in doing things, he didn't know his mind well, and he used the wrong way. Even if Dumbledore didn't come out to stop him, Gellert Grindelwald would fail. "

When Bud recalled, the dial whirred back to its original position. Suddenly a woman's indifferent voice sounded from the phone booth. The voice did not come from the microphone, but clearly appeared in the phone booth, as if an invisible woman was standing beside them talking.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your affairs."

"Budd Brod, a member of Wiesengamau, is here to help Mr. Albert Anderson apply for the temporary use of magic by a minor wizard."

"Thank you," the woman said coldly, "Guest, please pick up the badge and don't put it in front of your clothes."

A silver badge slid out of the metal chute used to withdraw coins. Albert reached out and picked it up, and looked at the badge carefully. It said: Albert Anderson, go through the formalities.

"I guess you probably don't like these. Honestly, I don't like it either. It's too cumbersome." Bud blinked at Albert and said, "Moreover, it's easy to leave behind for wizards who go to the Ministry of Magic for the first time. Bad impression."

Albert looked at the phone booth slowly sinking into the ground, with a small smile at the corner of his mouth.

To be honest, Albert was actually looking forward to the shivering British Ministry of Magic in Tom's shadow.

There are actually many ways to prevent Voldemort's resurrection. The simplest is to raise or replace the ashes of old Tom, so that Tom can't find the bones of his relatives and resurrect him.

But Albert never thought of doing that.

Because in his opinion, the process of defeating Voldemort is very important to the entire British magical world. This can be said to be a revolution. Only through this revolution can the pure-bloods in the Ministry of Magic be completely weakened.

As for bloodshed and sacrifice?

There is no revolution without bloodshed.

As long as you don't keep your own blood.

There is a saying in the last life: The children of other people will never die.

"What are you thinking about?" Bud asked.

"I don't know how many people will die in the Second Wizarding War." Albert said softly.

"That prophecy is about to come true?" Bud was surprised, guessing why Albert said this.

"Yes, it's very close."

The sidewalk outside the glass window of the phone booth rose higher and higher, and finally there was darkness above their heads, and nothing was seen.

"Dwarf Peter is not dead." Albert looked at the darkness ahead and said softly, "He probably went to Albania."

Bad has understood Albert's meaning. It is said that Voldemort is in Albania, which seems to herald the return of the Dark Lord.

"What did you see?" Bud asked again.

"The omen will appear soon, at the Quidditch World Cup." Albert said mysteriously, "I also saw Porter's wanted list. The number one bad guy is offering a reward of 10,000 gold gallons."

"As long as Dumbledore is still alive." Bud suddenly had a bad feeling, "The Ministry of Magic shouldn't be..."

Yeah!

As long as Dumbledore is still alive, Voldemort will not dare to control the Ministry of Magic blatantly.

In peacetime, no one will realize this.

Scrimgeour was actually very unlucky. After Dumbledore's death, he didn't even realize the seriousness of the problem, so he just accepted it.

Actually, even Scrimgeour took measures to deal with Voldemort's rise. In order to control the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort would inevitably get rid of him and find a suitable puppet on top.

It's useless even to compromise with the Dark Lord, who made the Auror Office Director so hateful.

"No accident, the principal should be dying."

"It's a cruel truth." Bud asked Albert, "Have you tried to fortune Dumbledore's death?"

"No." Albert shook his head, "Besides, I don't think I can change anything."

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant day."

The woman's voice rang again, and the phone booth door slammed open.

The two walked out of the phone booth one after the other. Not far from the magnificent hall, Albert followed Bud towards the security checkpoint with the sign "Security Check" written on it.

The one who received them was a middle-aged wizard, who looked like a salted fish, but respected Bud, and stared at him in surprise after noticing Albert's name.

"Please put the magic wand there."

The wizard was kind to Albert and asked him to put his wand on a brass machine similar to a balance.

That is the machine that checks the wand.

"Eric, we have to go." Bud took Albert directly to the International Magic Cooperation Department to find Old Barty Crouch, intending to skip the Office of Prohibition of Abuse of Magic directly through this relationship.

Yes, Bud doesn't want to deal with Dolores Umbridge.

"Oh, well, it surprised me."

Old Barty Crouch looked up and down Albert next to Bud, and said to Percy who was also a little surprised next to him: "Weatherby, please send this to the Office of Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, and find their director Umm. Richie sign the name. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Okay, Mr. Crouch, I'm going now." Percy took the parchment and walked away.

"You look tired." Bud said with a smile.

"It is not easy to organize door keys in five continents." Crouch looked really tired.

"If I were you, I would definitely find myself an easy job." Bud said with a smile.

"Not everyone likes to be lazy like you." Crouch shook his head.

"I am not lazy, I have been cultivating good wizards." Bud raised his finger to Albert, saying that he was not lazy at all.

"Unfortunately, Albert is not interested in entering the Ministry of Magic, otherwise I would recommend him to come and help you after graduation. You will definitely feel a lot easier." Bud said as if selling something. "Albert also mastered very Multi-national languages are very suitable to wait for you to take over your job when you retire."

"Oh, that's a pity," Crouch said perfunctorily.

During the conversation between the two, Percy had returned with the parchment. Crouch glanced at the parchment, stamped it, and gave the parchment to Bud.

"Good luck, it would be better if you get an award." Crouch said to Albert: "It's been a long time since Britain won an international award."

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