Homecoming from Hogwarts

"Professor Brain, are you really not considering joining the Ministry of Magic?"

When Amosta explained the whole story, Percy fell into a long silence with a look of astonishment. After a while, Percy, who came back to his senses, looked at Professor Blaine with admiration and said with great respect The tone said,

"Staying at Hogwarts will only bury your wisdom, Professor Brain. The Ministry of Magic is a broader stage. I bet, Professor, if you are willing to work in the Ministry of Magic, the position of Minister will be yours sooner or later! "

Professor Brain's wisdom is simply terrifying, this thought came to Percy's mind as he was swaying.

He only listened to a few words of the conversation between Goldstein and himself, and with a little hint from Goldstein, he was able to roughly restore the truth of the whole thing, and gave a solution to save himself from having to take the blame. ' The situation he was solved in, this kind of skill and wisdom brought him a shock. Percy had to admit that even Mr. Crouch couldn't give him that.

"Everyone has his own ambition, Percy--"

Amosta stood up from the sofa. He strolled into Barty Crouch's office and looked around casually.

"You have to understand that there are many forms of power, and it is not just the power in the hands of the Minister of Magic that is right-"

Amosta turned to look at Percy, who was sitting upright on the sofa, as if he was in class, and the strong desire in the young man's eyes. Amosta's eyes darkened slightly.

"Just a reminder, Percy--" Amosta said, "if you ever make up your mind to go into politics, there's one thing you have to remember."

"What is it, Professor!" Percy immediately asked eagerly.

"When working in the wizarding government, you must keep a clear mind and have a keen eye to see through all kinds of conspiracies. It is also difficult to avoid or not use conspiracies, but you must understand that you cannot be addicted to using conspiracies to solve problems. To put it simply, if you want to be promoted, you have to do things in a down-to-earth manner to hone your abilities. Don’t expect to reach the top in one step--"

Amosta's meaningful look made Percy look ashamed.

"Also, Percy--"

Amosta turned his head and looked at the paper airplanes floating in the air, pointing at them.

"I suggest you let Arthur take you around the offices of various departments in the Ministry of Magic to meet old friends who know Arthur. If you don't want to stay in the office all day long and deal with these meaningless things-"

"Dad?" Percy asked, first surprised, then confused, "What role can he play?"

"Your father is much better than you think. Percy, put aside your arrogance and prejudice. When you encounter problems, ask your father for advice. You will gain something--"

There was something more, Amosta did not say.

For example, it was suggested that Percy change his job and be transferred to work in another department.

Because working under Barty Crouch was not a good choice, Amosta himself supported Amelia. After Voldemort returned and Fudge left, in order to ensure that Amelia could come to power, Amosta Star may even personally speak out in support of Amelia, at which point they will definitely try their best to suppress Barty.

Percy has been working under Barty since he entered the Ministry of Magic. Whether he likes it or not, he is naturally labeled as Barty, and it is inevitable that he will be affected in the struggle.

What's more, Barty's current state.

There are two rows of identical single-family villas on both sides of the spotless cement road. The lawns and precious flower seeds in the private gardens in front of each villa are neatly tended. The air is filled with delicious floral and fresh earthy scents. The Muggles who occasionally passed by were all holding their heads high and showing extraordinary aura.

This is located in the southeast of London, the boundary between the city and the suburbs. It is a famous high-end community in London. All the people who live here are Muggle dignitaries. However, these Muggle 'big shots' may not imagine that. There is actually a 'deviant' wizard hiding among their decent neighbors.

After chatting with Percy at the Ministry of Magic, Amosta stayed in London for a few more days before waiting for Barty's reply.

The heavy snowfall of the past few days has caused the cold and wet weather in London these days, but Amosta is still wearing a simple woolen shirt under the dark green old coat, which makes the passers-by who occasionally pass by him, They all also looked at him in astonishment.

After standing outside the door of Bati's house and quietly admiring the flowers that were still blooming in the cold winter, Amosta rang the doorbell with a smile on his face.

"I have limited mobility, Amosta. Please forgive me for not being able to go out to greet you. Come in by yourself -" Not long after, Batty's slightly hoarse voice came from the loudspeaker on the side of the door.

This was quite surprising to Amosta. As a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, Amosta thought that Barty would stay away from Muggle technology products. Unexpectedly, he would actually use Muggle intercoms.

The amplifier behind the door made a clear sound. Amosta held the door handle and pushed the door open.

After walking into the entrance hall, a pair of brand-new cotton slippers on the shoe rack jumped off by themselves and jumped back and forth in front of Amosta. So Amosta had to take off his boots and put on the slippers. .

When passing by the kitchen, Amosta found that there were no signs of fire in the kitchen, except that the trash can was full of packaging bags of Muggle instant products.

On the wall of the corridor leading to the living room is a photo wall, with many photos of Barty and famous people in the magical world hanging on it. Barty in almost every photo has a serious expression on his face.

There is only one photo of Buddy and a thin woman. Buddy's expression is quite gentle, while the face of the woman leaning on his shoulder is filled with a happy smile. Both Buddy and the lady looked young, probably only in their thirties.

Amosta discovered that this family photo had been cropped, and a ring of light yellow hair was exposed in the center of the bottom of the photo. Judging from the layout and height of the photo, this should be the reason why Batty’s son did not have It's completely cropped out, probably because the woman in the photo has her wedding-ringed hand resting on top of her son's head.

"Then there's still a photo with you, Amosta--"

A voice without much emotion coming from the slightly gloomy living room pulled Amosta out of his pity mood. He turned around and saw that Barty, wrapped in a thick blanket, had already stood up from the sofa. .

"If you don't mind, we can take a picture together now, Barty—"

The moment his eyes fell on Barty's eyes, Amosta's eyes moved, and a confusion arose in his heart. The truth behind this confusion made Amosta's heart feel heavy.

There were also some packaging bags of fast food products piled on the coffee table in front of Barty. The fireplace in the living room was dark and unlit, which made the living room feel a bit cooler than outside.

"Oh my God--"

There was a heavyness in Amosta's voice. He hurried over and held Barty's arm, helping him sit down. Then, he took out his wand and pointed at the fireplace, where there was only a pile of ashes. A golden flame burst out with a bang. While the flame illuminated the living room, it also quickly raised the temperature in the living room.

By the light of the fire, Amosta looked carefully at Bati's pale face.

"You look really bad, Barty—"

"Cough cough!"

Barty coughed a few times. He withdrew his arm from Amosta's hand. After breathing heavily for a few times, he said expressionlessly, "Yeah, I guess it will be the same."

Amosta moved his nose, and he could clearly smell the smell of blood, and the source of this blood came from Barty's arm. He placed the gift for his visit, a bottle of mead matured with the best oak, on the coffee table, and then sat down himself,

"I was planning to have a drink with you -"

Amosta did not hide his surprise when he saw the packaging bags of fast food products on the coffee table.

"But I'm afraid you're not in the mood for wine tasting anymore. Seriously, Barty, I think you should go to St. Mungo's immediately instead of staying in this cold house!"

(End of this chapter)