A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 298 Crouch and Bagman

Ministry of Magic.

Felix pushed open the door of the phone booth, watched it rise to the ground, and followed the crowd down the hall.

"Mr. Haip, hello."

"Mr. Haipu, congratulations."

Felix nodded in response. After giving a speech at the Ministry of Magic, he gained many acquaintances.He familiarly came to the drawing room No. [-], and there was only one old wizard in the room.He raised his head tremblingly: "Felix Hep?"

"Are you . . . Augustus Gray? I remember you, at Belby's investiture."

The old wizard grinned and lost all his teeth, "It's really rare that I can still meet an outstanding young man before I retire."

"You're doing too well, Mr. Gray," said Felix, smiling.

The two chatted. Augustus Gray had been working in the Wizengamot Affairs Office 70 years ago, handling routine paperwork. Promoted to the head of the office, he knows the Ministry of Magic very well, and knows a lot of anecdotes and gossip.

"...that little girl Bertha, innocent and helpful, she asked me if I needed a pair of crutches..."

Felix blinked. "Bertha Jorkins? I think I've heard that name before."

A cheerful voice appeared from behind the two, "Ha~ what are you discussing?"

Felix turned around. He was a big wizard. It could be seen that he must have been tall and strong in the past, but now he has started to decline, and his figure is more rounded.

His movements are big, his arms are constantly moving as he speaks, and his voice is emotional and infectious.

"Hi, I'm Ludo Bagman and you're Felix Hemp? I've heard people in the ministry say - Arthur, Arthur Weasley, I don't know if you know him, he I was very impressed with your last speech." Bagman tossed his blond hair, leaned closer and whispered, "Nice job, I mean, I hate McNeil too, pretty much..."

Felix said mildly: "Mr. Bagman, I was just giving a normal speech—"

"Yeah, yeah," Bagman interrupted impatiently, with a smile on his face: "Who said it wasn't, I wasn't in the ministry at the time, there was a fan party, and these people were so enthusiastic...God, I Love them, but, well, I knew what it was when I first heard about it," he winked, "I know some of the pure-blood families, my father's connection...they told me a lot thing."

Felix smiled, "I'm curious what they said."

"Ahem, I can't say, I promised them, but," Bagman held back for a while, and couldn't help himself, he said pretending to be mysterious: "You are very famous in the pure-blood family, and they all In awe of you, I think, even more in awe of Barty Crouch, yes, Barty—"

He suddenly yelled into the distance. Felix followed the sound and saw a man in his fifties with a straight back and stiff movements. folds.

Crouch came over, and he walked in a straight line. "Bagman, hello." Crouch said politely, his short mustache was very neat, as if trimmed with a ruler, "I've been looking for you, about work."

"Let's put aside the damn job and come over to chat for a while." Bagman said enthusiastically, "Let me introduce to you, this is my new friend, Felix Haip, today's protagonist, he is in Unique in the field of memory therapy!"

Crouch stretched out his hand calmly, "Hi, Mr. Haipe, it's an honor to meet you, but I don't have time. I have to meet with the Bulgarian Minister for the Quidditch World Cup soon."

"Hello, Mr. Crouch, if you have something to do, you can leave at any time."

"That's right," Bagman said with a smile on his face. "You are the only one who can understand their twisted and weird accents. It's really hard for you..."

"You'll come with me, too, Bagman. There's a lot of work over there, and someone has to keep an eye on it, or it's two hundred loose sands, and the numbers keep growing, and I've got nothing to do."

"I know," Bagman said awkwardly, but he quickly found a reason, "I'm busy with another thing, not the Quidditch World Cup, you know, the communication in the United States is not smooth, they I want to change the rules, but who am I, I will definitely not compromise—”

Crouch raised his eyebrows, "We promise not to reveal any details before the announcement."

"Oh, details!" Bagman waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "But the event happened at Hogwarts, and we have to talk to them during the holidays—details, you see, I bet Hap knows something What."

He turned his head to look at Felix, and said expectantly: "You must know that some things cannot be avoided at all. Dumbledore has held several meetings and rejected some interesting proposals."

"Are you talking about the Triwizard Tournament?" Felix asked.

He is a little strange. It seems that Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch seem to be in charge of the Quidditch World Cup and the Triwizard Tournament at the same time. You have me, and I have you. This is not wise, but There will be more internal friction, what is Fudge thinking?

As for the Triwizard Tournament, he is no stranger to it. It was a friendly competition between the three largest magic schools in Europe, Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang 700 years ago. For many years, it was discontinued due to the excessive number of casualties, but——

"The top three? It's the top four now, maybe more than that," Bagman said, "Old Fudge wants to bring in more people, Ouagadou from Africa, if I ask you, I think his brain is broken gone."

"Bagman!" said Mr. Crouch sharply, "we should change the subject."

"Oh, uh, okay." Bagman was a little at a loss, shrinking his shoulders timidly, "Listen, let's talk about today's protagonist, my good friend - Felix Heap. "

He brightened his eyes and said, "The youngest St. Mungo's medical badge recipient, that's not easy. I remember some old men, I mean, old therapists."

"...and the Medal of Merlin, I don't know if it's the youngest one." He looked at Barty Crouch.

"I remember Peter Pettigrew, who was 21 when he died," Crouch said slowly, clearly not wanting to discuss the subject.

"It's admirable, he's a hero," Bagman said, not quite respectfully. "But Mr. Hype is not bad. This year-" He glanced at Felix, and Felix said briefly, "23 years old."

"That's right, 23 years old, and still relying on real skills, memory damage, I'm not very familiar with this, it should be a shortcoming in treating memory? I think Bertha Jorkins needs to see, what she did It's a headache, I can't find the venue, and I have been shopping around for a week."

Barty Crouch didn't speak, keeping a straight face.

"What do you think, Barty? She's supposed to be at the Ministry today, and she'd better come..."

"She's not here," Crouch said stiffly.

"what?"

"She's not here, I approved her vacation and let her go on vacation."

"Well, but she's mine, Barty..."

Mr. Barty Crouch suddenly lost his temper: "Then you should take responsibility and spend the time you spend meeting with fans on maintaining the venue instead of leaving everything to me."

Bagman's aura immediately weakened, like a balloon that was punctured, "I didn't mean that, well, you're right, it's good to let her relax, she's not much... "

Crouch left in a hurry, Bagman was a little uneasy, chatted unnaturally, and left, "I'd better talk to the Americans again, in fact, their thinking is not... not so outrageous."

More and more people poured into the living room, Felix had to say hello one by one, talking some nonsense nonsense, it took him a long time to get rid of Cornelius Fudge, Fudge didn't know if he ate something wrong After taking the medicine, he has been enthusiastically introducing him to the high-ranking officials of the pure-blood faction of the Ministry of Magic. Fortunately, he saw some familiar faces.

"Filius, Minerva, Severus, and Damocles, are you all together?"

"You're going to be very busy today," said Damocles Belby understandingly; "we'll just pass the time by ourselves, and we'll have a lot to talk about when we meet again after a long absence."

(End of this chapter)