Chapter 249 247. The master lost
UK, underground in Whitehall, central London.
The headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, the most core government agency in the entire British magic world, is working in an orderly manner today.
The main hall of the Ministry of Magic was still as busy as ever. Various wizards and witches appeared in different fireplaces on the walls, and then disappeared in the elevators leading to offices on different floors.
Occasionally, I could see a few goblins in Gringotts uniforms coming out of the elevator. When they looked around, they were obviously full of restraint. The others hid, with enough courtesy to the wizards who received them.
In the minister's office, Gris Rozier, the director of the office responsible for the logistics of the entire Ministry of Magic, is commanding four or five mixed-race employees with an ugly face, carrying the same number of parchment files as tall as half a person, He hurriedly walked towards the elevator hall.
Along the way, the wizards who saw the director consciously gave way to a wide road. In this extremely hierarchical and orderly magic world, the first lesson for adult wizards who really entered the society is to distinguish what to do. This kind of person can be provoked, but what kind of person can't even be offended.
The office director of the office is very different from the regular office director. It is equivalent to the logistics director of the entire British magic world. The person who can hold this position must be a member of a pure-blood family with a high status, especially that Mr. A confidant among confidantes is a figure that ninety-nine percent of the people in the entire wizarding world cannot afford to offend.
However, just as Gris led the group to the elevator hall, all the wizards who had already entered the elevator came out voluntarily to make room for him and let them go up first.
In the elevator, a fat figure didn't move at all, and he didn't show the awe that other people avoided.
Gris, who was struggling with a lot of things, lowered his head, just looked at the feet in the elegant leather boots, and his brows, which were already tightly frowned, squeezed together more deeply.
What he thought was that he had just entered the Ministry of Magic and graduated from school. In fact, there are many such people every year. Only after suffering, can they know what the social order planned by the husband is. how is it.
But just as he had already figured out in his mind, who was going to execute the Cruciatus punishment on this stunned young man, when he raised his head.
He saw the iconic walrus-like beard, the always smiling face, and the rich figure. Gris' frown suddenly melted like ice and snow waiting for the flowers to bloom in spring.
"Aha, Mr. Slughorn, you just came back from outside?"
Almost two years have passed, and Slughorn still hasn't changed much from before. He looked at the logistics office with a smile on his face, whose expression changed faster than the weather in London after seeing him. Director, nodded and said.
"Mr. Banderas, the director of Spain's Department of International Magical Cooperation, insisted on asking me to meet at a Muggle cafe in London to discuss the issue of export tariffs on broomsticks. He said that he is not used to the atmosphere in our ministry."
The expression on Gris' face became dark for a few seconds.
"Isn't the Spanish Ministry of Magic still in the right order?"
The elevator has already started to move upwards, and the employees who used the levitation spell to carry the parchment file stood together in a corner with considerable interest, leaving it to the two big figures in the magic world who are second only to that gentleman to discuss some matters. With their bloodlines, it is impossible to touch things in this life.
Slughorn tapped Gris on the shoulder.
When he was speaking, he caught a glimpse of the dossiers carried by the mixed-race employees, and asked jokingly as if he wanted to ease the atmosphere.
"What big expenditures and incomes are there in the Ministry? I remember that we should not have any large-scale construction activities and welfare distributions during this period of time."
At this time, the elevator had arrived at the floor where the data archives were located. Gris gave the employees a cold look, and they immediately understood, took the files and left the elevator, preparing to sort out the bills and materials that had just been sorted out. Filed.
Cleared out the idlers, and Gris's face turned back to that gloomy face again.
He and Slughorn came out of the elevator, too, and headed in the direction of the director's office, no one else was around.
"There are some big problems in France. I guess you will get news of these things soon, sir."
There was an inexplicable look in Slughorn's eyes, but he asked in surprise.
"What's the situation in France? Isn't that the place where problems shouldn't arise? Last week, I signed a tax-free agreement for all magic items with the French Department of International Magic Cooperation, and deeper cooperation is continuing. What else can go wrong? ?”
Gris didn't answer Slughorn's question first. He returned to the office vigilantly, poured a glass of honey water for Slughorn, and then opened his mouth solemnly.
Said a report that was enough to shock the entire British magic world.
"Master lost to Dumbledore!"
Slughorn's pupils shrank suddenly after he got the teacup.
His reaction was not in the slightest false. It is impossible for the British side to know immediately what happened in France, especially when Voldemort lost to Dumbledore. All news must be blocked first.
It is also impossible for Slughorn to get in touch with Dumbledore anytime and anywhere to learn about the latest developments, so he did just learn about it from Gris.
Gris didn't mean to hide anything. Even if the news was blocked, it would be impossible to block it to a person of Slughorn's status. It's just that he knew something earlier because of the convenience of his duties.
Moreover, he has been under a lot of pressure recently. Decades ago, he was also a student of Slughorn when he was the head of Slytherin, and because of his family background, he was taken care of by the fat walrus, so when someone When looking for someone to vent about things, this once friendly elder is undoubtedly the best object.
"It's not April Fool's Day, Gris, and such a joke isn't funny at all."
Slughorn said seriously.
Gris let out a long sigh.
"I also hope this is just an April Fool's Day joke, sir, but the master has really had some worrying problems this time."
(end of this chapter)