Luna quietly floated off the bed, looked back at the sleeping mother and daughter on the bed, and sighed softly.
They don’t know yet that they have just walked on the edge of life and death.
Luna pushed back the falling golden hair and looked out the window. Under the soft moonlight, the green grass all over the mountain that had been cleaned by rain swayed like water plants.
The whistling of the wind and the rustling of the grass blades enveloped the top of the mountain, but it gave people an ultimate sense of silence.
Luna walked to the potted plant, took off her wand, and then put on jeans and a T-shirt.
"Dad, Dad--"
In the studio on the second floor, a weird printer sprayed out color pages one by one and smelled of ink. The clicking sounds of mechanical parts are noisy, but listening to them for a long time makes you drowsy.
Luna gently shook the shoulders of Mr. Lovegood who was lying on the desk.
"What, Luna?"
Mr. Lovegood called his daughter's name before he even opened his eyes, and when he noticed Luna's dress, he Slightly widening her silver eyes like Luna's,
"Are you going out?"
"I'm going to find Professor Blaine."
Lu Na said.
"Really?"
Mr. Lovegood glanced at the sky outside,
"Can't you write to him, Luna? He should get up just in time when the owl delivers the letter, so that he can see it in time."
Luna didn't speak, just blinked at her father.
"Oh, urgent"
Mr. Lovegood understood immediately, without even asking what it was.
With Luna's help, he put his hands on the table and tried to support himself to stand up. He staggered a few steps in front of the desk and scratched the weeds piled above his head. White hair,
"Amosta Brain, such a busy person, let me think about it, maybe I can only try my luck at the Ministry of Magic. Okay, I'll go change my clothes."< /p>
"I'll go by myself, Dad——"
Luna shook her head,
"I need you to watch Egwene and Bona."
Luna shook her head. p>
"Yeah--"
Mr. Lovegood grunted. As his consciousness became more clear, his eyes shone brighter,
"Then use the Floo Internet Cafe, but our fireplace cannot be connected directly. Oh, let's try our luck and bet that I am in the Transportation Department. That acquaintance is on duty tonight——"
Father and daughter went down to the first floor one after another. Mr. Lovegood poured a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace and then stuck his head into the fireplace.
Luna looked at the yard through the kitchen window in a daze.
"It's done-"
After a moment, Mr. Lovegood withdrew his head,
"Eric said, you can use the fireplace to Ministry of Magic,But it is best to come back before dawn. He said that it is not as easy to use the back door now. After the news of the establishment of the Supervision Department came out, everyone now began to pay attention to the department's code of conduct.
Oh, let me check for you by the way. Blaine is currently chatting with the goblin in the office. "
"Thank you, Dad--"
Luna said to the dozing Mr. Lovegood with a high face,
"You can go back to bed and rest. , Dad, I will help you keep an eye on the printer when I come back. Oh, before you go to bed, you'd better throw some warning magic at the door to prevent a snorkeler from smelling the scent of the horn you collected and breaking into the house. Come to the Ministry of Magic! "
After that, Luna ignored her surprised father and stepped into the warm fire.
Amosta upheld his principles in the office of the Ministry of Magic. In the style of Hogwarts.
It was so simple that even the wrinkles on Old Barna's face relaxed a bit after he walked into the office with the sign "British Wizarding Development Council". /p>
Besides an unpretentious desk piled with documents, a camp bed behind a curtain, a few high-backed soft chairs and a low-footed coffee table, there was only a black-clad figure in the center of the office. A huge 'square table' made of cloth.
The whole room looks like a warehouse that has just been cleaned out.
“No one will give a shit about adding a few extra pieces of furniture to your office. , Mr. Blaine--"
After being shocked, Old Barna shook his head and smiled bitterly,
"You don't have to act like this at all"
"It's hard to say. Bana——"
Amosta, who has been running around for many days and nights, does not show much fatigue on his face, but the occasional flash of light in his eyes is more and more frightening.
He led Bana to the 'reception area', then turned towards the fireplace to make tea, smiling
"The Daily Prophet published an article the day before yesterday, criticizing some of my recent actions. Including my confiscating the treasury of those Death Eaters
and leading the Ministry of Magic to reach an agreement with you to jointly develop and construct the Diagon Alley site and impose punitive fines on some suspended workshops. They are all trying to make gold out of their own pockets, so I’d better be honest where people can see me."
"You can definitely order them to shut up, right? "
Old Barna took the tea cup from Amostati and leaned forward,
"Even the Ministry of Magic led by Fudge has the ability to order the "Daily Prophet" "Shut up. "
"I have to let people talk, Bana"
Amosta shook his head and smiled,
"Minister Bones has spoken in many public places. Criticizing Voldemort's demagogic remarks is not actually to restore the glory of pure-blood wizards and make wizards hold their heads high in front of Muggles, but to realize the lies of his personal dictatorship
So, this kind of At that time, if it was reported that the Ministry of Magic was suppressing public opinion, it would make it appear that he wasSlap yourself in the face. "
Old Bana pursed his lips, his expression undeniable.
"Then--"
Amosta waved his wand and made some noise on the coffee table. Several trays of tea were served.
After the two exchanged opinions on the tea Amosta served to guests and the craftsmanship of house elves serving the Ministry of Magic, Amosta stepped in. The back of the chair.
Looking at old Bana who seemed determined to compete with him with a smile, Amosta said,
"How about coming in, Bana, I I mean, I don’t think your relocation plan has encountered much resistance, right? "
"You are asking questions knowingly, Mr. Brain-"
As Amosta expected, the old goblin immediately started performing.
It sighed,
"We issued a brief statement to prepare to transfer part of the business from Paris to London. This caused a strong backlash from the French Ministry of Magic. They seemed to have guessed that we had There are plans to move the headquarters to London as well.
You know, there's no way the French Ministry of Magic would agree with this, having us there means a lot of tax revenue and jobs for them, and to be honest, they just sent thugs to block the door and not let us go. , I would not be surprised. "
"You can protest against the infringements of the French Ministry of Magic like the International Federation of Wizards. I believe that Hope will make a fair ruling——"
Amosta smiled Said, like a ball of soft cotton, it quietly defused Old Bana's first punch.
"International Federation of Wizards"
Old Bana's dark green face. Dark, it shook its head,
"This is an extremely serious topic for all parties. Mr. Blaine, you know, there are many business issues between Britain and France. If the migration of goblins is not handled properly, it will most likely affect your original cooperation and further exacerbate the current high unemployment rate in the British wizarding world! "
Amosta raised his tea cup towards Bana as an apology for the joke just now.
"I have always said——"
A Mosta refilled their teacups with a faint smile on his face.
“It takes patience to do things, Bana.
The French people’s worries and reactions are in line with It is reasonable. I also do not advocate further severing the official and unofficial friendly cooperation between the British and French wizarding communities in the current severe situation in the European wizarding community. Therefore, it is indeed necessary to give the French Ministry of Magic an explanation that can appease their uneasiness. . "
"Please forgive my shallow wisdom, Mr. Blaine——"
Old Barna frowned,
"We have already said it, it is just a transfer. Part of the business"
"Of course this statement cannot fool the French, old Bana--"
Amosta pointed to the square table in the center of his office while holding the teacup. ',
" ancient spiritThe Gringotts branch has reached a cooperation with the British Ministry of Magic and provided massive financial support for the reconstruction of Diagon Alley. Isn't it a matter of course for the General Manager to build a Gringotts branch with better specifications and more comprehensive functions for this huge investment? ? ”
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