Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 175

The wrong title above should be: [Chapter 177 Farce]

"Mr. David Goodman?"

Kingsley Shacklebolt interrupted Goodman's thinking suddenly.

"Oh! Kingsley! What's the matter?"

Goodman calmed down and asked.

"The Minister wants you to deal with the request for a salary increase for the staff of the Ministry of Magic's Maintenance Service!"

"Did he say that?"

Those bureaucrats at the Ministry of Magic...

Goodman knows too well, no matter who sits in that position, only two words will be remembered in his mind:

Exposure and headlines.

Although it seems to have the same meaning, the inner meaning is completely opposite.

The exposure rate means that our ministers themselves are extremely brilliant, and they publish positive public opinion that is beneficial to themselves.

The headlines on the front page represented those heads of various departments who didn't know what stupid things they did to embarrass the Ministry of Magic and let themselves wipe their asses.

——One day, those (si) will be pasted on the faces of those people.

"understood!"

Before he could say anything, Goodman heard a noisy and chaotic sound outside, which sounded like a large group of people approaching here.

Goodman wanted to get up and see what was going on.

Kingsley Shacklebolt stopped him, and said, "Sir, that's the staff of the Magical Maintenance Service, and they're parading down this corridor...especially at the door of your office..."

"After the minister said that you are in charge of handling their salary increase requests, that's it!"

"I think you'd better not go out, the Aurors are maintaining order..."

Before he could finish speaking, chaotic slogans came from outside the door.

"Unscrupulous and blackhearted...Minister of Magic, who wasted taxpayers and wizards to create a magical portrait of himself, but said that there is no money for us to raise our salary."

"What is this?" A wizard shouted loudly from the leader of the crowd, and the voices in the crowd gradually began to tidy up.

"Exploitation! Exploitation!"

"We will resist!"

"Resist, resist!"

"We're going to drive the evil dark wizard... that monster Goodman out of the Ministry of Magic..."

"Get out of the Ministry of Magic..."

'bang bang bang-'

Some people even kept kicking the oak door of this office with their feet.

—These idiots don't look like wizards at all.

In addition, I didn't sleep last night, looking for the prophecy crystal ball... and the prophecy was still hinting that Voldemort would make a comeback... what made him even more angry was the rumbling thunder behind him... these things made Goodman look very impatient, and he didn't listen to Kingsley's advice.

"Just deal with this matter, I don't believe that anyone dares to cast a spell on me, in this Ministry of Magic, in front of my office!" He thought very confidently.

Goodman stood up, opened the door with a wave of his wand, and walked out of the corridor.

……

"Salary increase, salary increase!"

"We're not house-elves! . . . "

Wizards and wizards crowded the corridor ahead, shouting and chaotic.

Even in the elevator just now, McGuffin and the two of them could vaguely hear the sound.

And after reaching the corridor on the top floor of the Ministry of Magic...

"I can't believe it!" said Mr. Weasley, looking at the scene in front of him, in a tone of great shock.

——It was almost 9 o'clock at this time, and they had already reached the second floor of the Ministry of Magic. There was a lot of noise here, and the corridor was almost full of wizards, holding slogans and slogans.

There is a large photo of Fauci (that is, the giant black and white magic portrait that was just exhibited outside), but now his two eyes have become Galleons.

sparkling with light……

There are also magic slogans constantly changing colors in the air, full of crimes accusing the Ministry of Magic, and their own slogans...

Someone even conjured up a bunch of life-size Cornelius Fauci dolls in mid-air, floating above people's heads, with an apology,... I'm guilty sign.

Constantly patrolling back and forth, the people below laughed.

——The whole atmosphere is like a carnival.

Is this the wizard's strike?What a frenzy!
"I can't see such an interesting scene in the Muggle world! I have to say that sometimes the wizarding world really opened his eyes!" McGuffin ate the big melon with great interest.

And this is how much hatred and hatred, Cornelius Fauci's dolls, one has short eyes, the other lacks a mouth...

--Terrible!Terrible!
MacGuffin sighed!
"What the hell is going on!" Mr. Weasley couldn't believe it.

"For God's sake, Arthur Weasley!...Come and help me!" A weak voice came from inside.

An arm stretched out with difficulty from the crowd, trembling and miserable...

"My Merlin! What the hell..." Mr. Weasley stared blankly at the swaying hand, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

When that hand was about to disappear... swallowed by the crowd again. .

Only then did Mr. Weasley rush forward, relying on his taller body than other wizards, he pulled it out forcefully.

Although McGuffin looked at the scene in front of him and found it very interesting, but in fact, his trust in the Ministry of Magic dropped a bit.

——This kind of bureaucracy, no wonder Voldemort took control easily five years later.

——This scene is like a zombie crisis, these people seem to have their brains gnawed.

"Ah! Mr. David Goodman, you... how do you..."

When McGuffin heard the name, he immediately turned his attention to the person in front of him. It was this wizard who was going to ask... Do you want to take notes for yourself?

Was he the Chief Secretary to the Minister for Magic, the weird wizard Mr. Weasley called?
McGuffin looked up and down.

This person was wearing a black Muggle suit, which looked expensive, but it had turned into strips... hanging on his body, very embarrassing.

"I really want a spell to kill them..." Just as he was about to utter his mouth, Goodman looked up and saw a little wizard beside Weasley in front of him, and immediately choked on the rest.

"It's ridiculous!" David Goodman immediately turned to say proudly, he looked at the group of wizards who held banners and demonstrated. "I just don't know what to say..."

——But now that this situation is still saying this, and it has just changed its face, in McGuffin's opinion, this guy is the best black absurd comedy of the year.

Maybe it's because McGuffin's eyes are too 'sinister'.

Finally, this old wizard who was still 'handsome' in such a situation realized his situation.

He took out his wand and waved it over himself, and the strips of his suit spread and closed by themselves—like some kind of fast-growing plant.

But in the end, when everything was finished, McGuffin found that not only the sleeves of the suit were shortened, but the trousers turned into shorts, and even had a black silk (wa) feeling in terms of texture.

Translucent, translucent!
This--?
Spicy eyes!

It's not as good as just now!

Several people then came to a corner on the other side of the corridor, where wizards are rare.

Those people became more and more enthusiastic, and some even used [loud voice] to directly criticize Fauci, the Minister of Magic.

"Idiots, idiots, iq-infused guys, ... are they imitating the Muggle protest march?"

"And don't you think you really know how the Muggle political establishment works?"

"Even in the Muggle world... Parade is just a 'pacifier'? And it's only temporary!... Power is always in the hands of those who have power... In Muggle society, it's fame and money..."

"What's more, I don't even think about where this place is?... There is no such thing in the magical world. Everything is a form of social organization based on magic... All the ultimate rights and fame come from the most essential place of a wizard. His magical power... These guys don't even weigh themselves!"

McGuffin was surprised to hear such 'incorrect' words from the wizard, and he kind of understood why Mr. Weasley called David Goodman a weirdo.

And he never heard the guy's name in the original book.

"These guys are completely crazy! What are they going to get by doing this? ... Vain promises, or someone is planning a rebellion behind the scenes," Goodman said to himself.

"And what if Secretary Fauci knew...?"

"No, I have to go to Fauci!"

After that, Goodman seemed to have remembered something, he stood up, and wanted to turn around and leave here.

But he immediately noticed the little wizard in front of him.

"You are MacGuffin Albert?"

David Goodman stared closely at the little wizard in front of him. He didn't expect that the scene of his embarrassment was just witnessed by the little wizard. He also wanted to ask Harry... and about Voldemort that night, to see if he could find any clues to that mysterious prophecy.

——Is that prophecy the same as what I guessed?

- Voldemort will make a comeback in the future, so those wizards who really have the 'right' spare no effort to give an 11-year-old little wizard a boost?
But forget it, let's talk about it after this matter is dealt with,
Goodman sighed heavily.

Then he looked at the black silk clothes on his body with disgust, and it seemed that he realized it too.

Then Goodman borrowed Mr. Weasley's jacket... and made a new copy.

Then he was wearing shorts on the lower body, a black silk (suit? shirt?...or underwear?) on the upper body, and the worn-out Muggle clothes on the outside. Goodman, he... went to find the Minister of Magic in such a nondescript way.

McGuffin wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it, he realized that the abnormal aesthetics of the vast majority of wizards he had seen along the way just now, so he pretended that there was no such thing.

Perhaps in this world, I am the odd one, and other wizards dress like this, or this is what highlights their own—a unique style,!
……

Fauci snorted heavily, scanning the wizards who finally calmed down in front of him.

His eyes were full of anger.

——Who the hell messed with me!

In addition to anger, Fauci was full of doubts. He thought it was just a small dissatisfaction between departments.

As usual, after some time, they will automatically forget.

I didn't expect it to evolve to the point where it is now.

——This is definitely someone messing with me!
"Are you going to rebel? Aurors...you are actually involved in this kind of thing..." Fauci fixed his eyes on several people in the wizard group.

"Prout, John, Savage...Rufus, okay! Actually, most of the wizards in [Auror's Office] are here..."

Once this kind of thing was involved, Fauci became extremely sharp. He glanced at them, called their names, and found a few Aurors from the crowd.

"If you want to rebel, just come to my office... I'll wait for you there, otherwise, everyone except the Magic Maintenance Department will leave... I can let the past go!"

In the end, Fauci almost gritted his teeth and said these words.

"No no, Minister, we are here to prevent things from getting out of control..." the Aurors explained again and again.

Soon, there were no people in the corridor, only a few wizards from the magic maintenance department remained.

"You come with me..."

"What?" one of them shouted unexpectedly.

"Go to my office and see... how to deal with this matter!" Fauci roared loudly, and he finally couldn't help it.

"Goodman, go to the archives and take out the salary slips issued by the Magic Maintenance Department over the years, as well as their work records... and the average salary per capita in the magic world obtained by the Ministry of Magic through arithmetic and divination,...and..."

Facing the crisis that threatened his throne of power, Fauci finally showed his due level and quickly started to deal with this matter instead of pushing it on his subordinates as usual.

——This man is often David Goodman.

"Okay!" Goodman agreed.

Then he said to the two people who were still standing in the corridor, "Arthur...you can see that this is the way it is now, so I can only trouble you to wait a little longer. If you are busy, you can go first. If I finish this matter, I will notify you by internal email."

After a while, only Mr. Weasley and McGuffin were left in the corridor.

Forehead!
There was also Kingsley Shacklebolt who had just emerged from the Office of the Secretary of the Ministry of Magic.

"Okay...McGuffin, let's go to the Department of Magical Beasts Management on the fourth floor to see what's going on with your two pets, Nixiu?"

……

Department of Magical Creatures, in the Beast Office.

"It's just overeating, and eating some inappropriate food, resulting in indigestion..." said the young sorceress with silver hair.

And then she took out a small medicine bottle from the rows of cabinets on the wall and dropped a drop of green solution into each of the two glasses of water.

Not to mention, Garen and Sike recovered quickly after drinking it.

Just at this time, David Goodman's internal mail (paper airplane) found McGuffin and the others.

McGuffin had to take notes.

"Let's put it here first! I want to see how the potion works, just to observe the effect!"

The two Xixiu were indeed loved by the witch, she picked up the two little guys and rubbed them on her face.

McGuffin took a worried look, and had no choice but to follow Mr. Weasley to complete the transcript first.

……

Inside the office of the First Secretary to the Ministry of Magic.

McGuffin didn't know how to squeeze in so many people. Besides Goodman and Mr. Weasley, there was also the Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt who just met last time, Rita Skeeter, Lucius Malfoy, and the pink old toad Umbridge!
And she was the one who came with Goodman to give McGuffin's notes that night!

——No matter where you go, you can meet this old toad!And Lucius, what do you want to do here, and Rita Skeeter.

——Wouldn't it be that time that TM pissed them off, and then...had such a big hatred?
Not only was McGuffin puzzled, but it also made David Goodman very surprised, how could so many irrelevant people come here when an ordinary little wizard made a record.

In addition, he was also very embarrassed. He originally wanted to establish a good relationship with this little wizard, so as to extract the details of what happened that night from him.

——To verify whether my guess about that prophecy is correct or not.

"Will Voldemort come back? If he really wants to come back, he may consider resigning and accept the job of the United International Association of Magic and Magic to go to other countries for retirement... After all, this old bone can't stand Voldemort coming back again!"

But what happened just now caused Fauci to become suspicious again, so after that matter was dealt with, he began to show off his usual honey operation again.

He sent Umbridge back to this place again, trying to test Dumbledore.

And Dumbledore will also come back here to make a complete record in a while!
"What happened that night, tell the truth, otherwise... I will apply for Veritaserum!"

There was a cold gleam in Umbridge's eyes.

McGuffin snorted, lowered his head and said nothing.

——Looks like the lesson from last time was not enough, this old toad really treats him like a dish!I have to hold back...

But before McGuffin could come up with any tricks, Goodman, a strange old wizard, knocked on the table for some reason, and began to speak for him.

"Umbridge, what nonsense are you talking about? If your brain is deranged, I will tell the minister... let you go to St. Mungo's Hospital to check if there is something wrong with your brain?"

"How can you threaten a little wizard with Veritaserum?"

Goodman directly and mercilessly pulled the topic away... making the atmosphere very awkward

——Although it is true, this kind of talk is also the daily operation of the Ministry of Magic. They often say this to scare those wizards.

Umbridge's eyes were full of rage, but she dared not say anything to the wizard who could directly influence the Minister of Magic.

This made her even more furious.

——That face looks more and more like a toad!
The situation fell into a stalemate, only the loud bang-boom-bang of thunder came from the outside window.

Just at this time, something happened in the corridor outside the door, and an extremely angry roar could suppress the thunder through the oak door, and it was transmitted into the room.

"What kind of slug-like thing! Shouting here, don't you know this is the Ministry of Magic?"

The impotent and furious Umbridge was eager to vent, so she slammed the door and rushed out.

Can……

The 'slug'-like thing squeezed out from the crowd in the hallway, pushed away Umbridge, who was petrified with fright, and walked into the office.

It's Connelly Fauci.

　I revised it again today... the actual word count has become 5200.... .

　　In other words, the [-] words that are owed... I will make up for it by the way, and I haven't forgotten it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)