A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 614: Ministry Affairs

Felix deliberately entered the Ministry of Magic through the visitor's entrance—the red telephone booth.

This place had once been magically blasted open by Death Eaters, cutting off the Ministry's connection with the outside world and causing chaos. Later, the Ministry covered it up, claiming a 'leakage in the underground gas pipes.' Felix had wanted to see if the mobile ice cream truck was still there, but the street corner was now empty.

The woman's voice inside the telephone booth was as cold and indifferent as ever, as if nothing had changed. However, after passing through the anti-thief waterfall, Felix foresaw the need to cast a spell on himself to avoid drawing too much attention.

He lingered for a moment at the reception desk in the Ministry's atrium.

A dozen Aurors, evident from their attire, surrounded several receptionists, bombarding them with questions. The receptionist with a stubble-covered face shouted, trying to maintain order, "Quiet—everyone quiet—fill out the forms first—then wait for instructions. I don't have that damned specialized wand, not a single one!"

"Why do we need to leave our phone numbers?" a Auror asked.

Others had the same question. It was well-known that Ministry employees never used those things for work; they preferred well-trained owls with wings to carry out tasks.

"The Ministry will establish a temporary office in two streets' distance from here—in a yellow office building. You can use Floo Network or a telephone there, I don't care what it's called," the stubble-faced receptionist said impatiently.

Felix approached the vicinity of the elevators, where a young redhead was anxiously waiting, holding a thick stack of documents. He impatiently pushed away a paper airplane blocking his view and pressed the upward button.

"Percy?" Felix asked.

Percy looked surprised, and the sheepskin paper documents in his hands scattered on the floor. "Professor Harp?" he greeted while hastily waving his wand to gather the papers back. He knew there were people around, but for some reason, he hadn't even thought about his inquiries.

"I have some business in the department. Is Ms. Bones in her office?"

"Yes, sir, she is," Percy said. At that moment, the elevator door opened. They stepped inside, and Percy nonchalantly adjusted his hair, saying, "I'm heading to the Minister's office to deliver an important document." He explained.

The elevator started moving up, and a few pale purple paper airplanes circled above them.

"Sir?" Percy said.

Felix smiled slightly at him, as if they were still in the classroom and Percy had just asked a question.

"I was at the scene that day, at the exclusive wand release event..." he said with a hint of excitement. "Afterward, I thought about it seriously. Some ideas were spinning in my head, and I wrote a report overnight. You know I work in the International Magical Cooperation Office—"

"Related to the exclusive wands?"

"Yes," Percy's nose sweated slightly, and his cheeks reddened a bit. "I believe—exclusive wands will greatly elevate our international status. The news hasn't spread widely yet, but some people have already sent letters to our department. This is a rare opportunity—if handled properly, it might be better than a couple of dueling tournaments or the Quidditch World Cup, even much better..."

Felix's mouth twitched slightly.

He had received similar letters.

The news about exclusive wands was announced on August 1, but the official release event was delayed for a few days. So, some well-informed individuals had a chance to know about it in advance, but they couldn't confirm its authenticity, hence the letters of inquiry.

"Is this your own idea?" Felix had a favorable impression of Percy. In Felix's mind, he had a good impression of people who took the initiative to take on responsibilities.

"Well, actually," Percy stammered, "I also got some inspiration. Yesterday, when Penelope left work, she complained to me that owls from around the world were overwhelming her, and the letters were mixed with various languages like French, German, Spanish, etc., some of which she had never seen before."

"I understand. Has your report been submitted?"

"Yes, this morning."

"I can mention it to Ms. Bones, but don't expect immediate results."

"That's enough, sir!" Percy said excitedly. "It's a crucial time for me now. Ms. Bones has shown great trust in me, but my age is a big issue. What I mean is, after the new Minister takes office, I must show enough respect... I have applied to transfer to the International Magical Trading Standards Association and have a chance to become a department head."

That was indeed something to be proud of. Percy had graduated only a year ago but had already participated in dueling tournaments, the Quidditch World Cup, ancient magical text exchange activities, and other large international events. Moreover, for a long time, he had no immediate superior. It was only natural that he stood out.

But it sounded troublesome. Felix thought vaguely; who would be the new Minister? The question lingered on his lips, but he found himself not really interested in the answer. The elevator door opened, and the two stopped in front of Ms. Bones's office. Percy straightened his body and knocked on the door solemnly.

"Come in."

Ms. Bones spoke stiffly, sounding a bit unhappy. Percy opened his mouth and awkwardly walked in.

There were people in the office.

In addition to Ms. Bones, who sat stiffly in the chair, there were two groups of people present. Felix immediately sensed the restless emotions in the office, and of course, he could see it with his eyes.

"It's Percy," Ms. Bones said, her eyes sparkling with hope. "Is there anything urgent in the department that needs my attention?"

"Uh, I came to deliver a document," Percy said awkwardly.

It was obvious that this answer was not pleasing. Ms. Bones sat back in her chair disappointedly. "Okay, thank you, Percy. Just leave it on the desk. I'll look at it later. I'm busy now—" She snorted from her nose. "Entertaining guests."

"Mr. Harp?" At this moment, a surprised voice exclaimed.

On the sofa chair, a blond young man jumped up, walked over with big strides, circled around Percy, revealing a familiar face.

"Uriah?"

Felix suddenly realized why Uriah appearing here was so appropriate. He had at least three reasons: Uriah had been a professor at Ilvermorny and had a close relationship with the slain former headmaster; after leaving school, he chose to join the American magical congress and became a member of the Proudfoot team chasing Voldemort; he also represented a strong force in the Progressive Party and needed to occasionally demonstrate his ability and presence.

Just not sure when he came to the UK.

Uriah exaggeratedly shook hands with Felix. He had matured, with a determined look, but at this moment, a hint of longing leaked from his eyes. Felix hesitated for a moment, then became much more enthusiastic, opening his arms and embracing him warmly, patting his shoulders affectionately. In his heart, he couldn't help but feel emotional; doing practical things could really temper a

person.

Beyond Uriah's shoulders, Felix saw one of the confrontational sides immediately darken.

"They are—" he whispered.

"The Stewart family," Uriah also whispered.

In an instant, Felix associated with a name, James Stewart. He was one of the founders of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and, at the same time, another—or, in fact, the Muggle husband of the witch Isolt Sayre, essentially the founder of Ilvermorny. Isolt Sayre was a descendant of Slytherin.

With this in mind, the purpose of the Stewart family's visit became self-evident.

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