From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

Calvin spent the next few days traveling between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic.

Although Andromeda was Sirius's complainant, her main task was to sign the complaint, and the main work was done by Calvin.

In the past few days, the most obvious change was that every time Calvin came to the Ministry of Magic, the chirping little girl who had been following him disappeared and was replaced by a taciturn black wizard with golden earrings.

"Huh, Dumbledore." Calvin smiled and shook his head.

Re-applying an appeal is an extremely tedious task. Even if Calvin can get every application approved at the first time, he has to take a day off the day before the trial to ensure that all the work is done.

When Calvin was about to leave, it was already after nine o'clock in the evening. To his surprise, Fudge was also in the office and did not have a human-to-human connection with his senior assistant.

"Oh, Minister Fudge, I didn't expect you to stay and work overtime." Calvin said with a hint of surprise.

Fudge took off his glasses and looked up at Calvin, "As the Minister of Magic, I am often troubled by some problems, and it is common to work overtime."

"You're here just in time, Calvin. I have some questions and I'd like to hear your opinion." Fudge stretched, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

Calvin walked into the office happily and sat across from Fudge. He was very happy that Fudge had questions to ask him.

"I'm glad to oblige. What is it that troubles you, Connelly?"

"It's not because of Crouch," Fudge rubbed his sore eyes, "He is going to jail soon, and the position of Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department will be vacant."

"This position is either big or small. When you care about it, it is of no use at all; if you don't care about it, it will cause you big trouble from time to time. Alas, it is difficult to handle."

"It's useless." Calvin said softly.

"What?" Fudge didn't understand what Calvin meant.

"A proverb from the Far East," Calvin explained, "describes a thing that is of no use, but one is reluctant to throw it away."

"Weak ribs, worthless ribs," Fudge repeated the word twice, "Haha, it's true. Chicken ribs don't taste like much meat, but they are reluctant to throw them away. It's interesting. This International Magical Cooperation Department is really worthless."

"Then do you have any suggestions?" Fudge crossed his hands under his nose. "Who do you think is the right person to eat this piece of chicken ribs?"

Calvin thought for a while and said, "Then let me give my opinion, Amelia Bones."

"Bones," Fudge frowned slightly, "She has done a good job in the Legal Enforcement Department and has excellent abilities. It would be inappropriate to be transferred to the Cooperation Department."

"Connelly, you can't think like that," Calvin shook his head slightly. "To be honest, the person who poses the greatest threat to your position as minister right now is her. The most important thing is that she is not your person."

"Amelia Bones is a pure-blood, but she joined Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix during the Wizarding War. Do you think she will listen to you? Just throw her to the Department of International Magical Cooperation."

"Well, it's true. Bones is the person with the best chance to take over my class." Fudge found Bones' resume and began to study it. "But for what reason should I transfer her? Bones is this person. Rarely make mistakes."

Calvin smiled, "This is not simple. Little Barty escaped from prison without being discovered for nine years. Shouldn't she, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, be responsible for this?"

"Ah, haha, you're right, Calvin." Fudge slapped his thigh, picked up the quill and wrote Amelia Bones' name on the parchment.

"If Bones is transferred, who will be the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement?" Fudge continued to look at Calvin and asked.

Calvin said without thinking, "Just promote Rufus Scrimgeour."

"What's the reason?"

"He has captured the Bartys. His current qualifications are just right, and he is obsessed with power. If you use the title of deputy minister to seduce him, he will be obedient to you.

The most important thing is that he controls the Aurors. If you want to stay in the position of Minister of Magic, you must win his support. "

"It makes sense," Fudge praised one after another. "Aurors cannot give up their power to others."

Fudge wrote Rufus Scrimgeour's name on the parchment again.

"But the position of Director of the Auror Office is equally important, and the candidate must be chosen carefully. Calvin, what do you think?" Fudge asked while poking the table with his pen.

"Connelly, what do you think?" Calvin did not answer Fudge's question directly this time, but kicked the ball back.

"My idea," Fudge said with a frown, "I don't know much about the people below. If it doesn't work, let Arthur take over, or promote Kingsley."

Arthur, whom Calvin knew, was the father of all the Weasleys in Hogwarts.But Kingsley Calvin didn't know him.

"Sorry, Connelly, who is this Kingsley?" Calvin asked.

"Oh, Kingsley," Fudge said, "Kingsley Shacklebolt, who used to be my personal Auror. He is a tall black wizard with a gold earring."

Oh, it was him.

Calvin instantly knew who Fudge was talking about, the wizard who had taken over from Tonks to monitor him these days.

"Oh, Connelly," Calvin said with a smile, "the two you mentioned are Dumbledore's people."

"No?" Fudge frowned. He was a little unsure. If what Calvin said was true, then Dumbledore had penetrated too deeply into the Ministry of Magic.

"Tsk, okay then," Fudge chose to believe Calvin's information for the time being, "then do you have any recommendations?"

"Director of the Auror Office..." Calvin thought for a long time this time before finally saying, "Anderson Maguire. He made a great contribution in the interrogation of Barty and his son this time."

"Anderson Maguire," Fudge struggled to recall the name, "He seems to have been working in the Auror office for a long time. I remember that he was very good at refining potions."

"More than that, Connelly. Maguire is of mixed blood, but he is not afraid of offending the pure-blood family. He has some ability, but he is not up to the level that Dumbledore is interested in.

Generally speaking, he has no backer. If you promote him to be the head of the Auror Office, he will take the initiative to be loyal to you.

In the next few years, as long as you continue to add some unbacked wizards to Aurors, you will be able to easily master this power. "

Fudge smiled with satisfaction, "Calvin, I think what you said makes sense."