The two of them turned into a desolate street with only a few shabby offices around. It was a completely different world from the bustling street they had just come from.
"It's okay. Do you plan to go to the Quidditch World Cup this year?"
There was a dilapidated red phone booth not far away that caught his attention. He remembered that one entrance to the Ministry of Magic was in a public toilet, and the other was a dilapidated phone booth.
"No, the British team has been playing poorly. It has been 30 years since they won the trophy, and they will probably lose miserably this year." Bud was very dissatisfied with the British Quidditch teams.
"It's normal. This country has been going downhill. It feels like it's dying. There have been a lot of troubles with the Muggles recently, which makes me afraid to eat beef." Albert casually found a topic.
Chatting with Bud.
"We're here." Bud pointed to the dilapidated red phone booth in front and said to Albert, "You go in first."
"Is the entrance here?"
Albert opened the dilapidated phone booth and walked in. He turned around and asked Bud behind him: "Actually, I'm curious, why don't we just Apparate and go to the Ministry of Magic?"
Bud also squeezed into the phone booth, picked up the broken phone receiver, and said to Albert, "Just think of it as a novel experience."
"It's indeed very novel. How should we use it?" Albert looked at the dilapidated phone booth, thinking that most Muggles would not enter here by mistake. At most, they would be curious about why this dilapidated phone booth has not been demolished.
"You need to dial the number 62442." Bud reached out and dialed the number as a demonstration for Albert: "The main reason is that you are not an adult yet, and there are a lot of guys staring at you recently. I think you should spend some time to go through the procedures.
, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to you. I have already said hello to the other side, and we are just going to go through the process."
"Those guys don't do what people should do all day long." Albert shook his head and said: "If you are envious, have more children, maybe you can produce a few geniuses. Even if you can't produce geniuses, you can still do something for the fertility of the magic world.
Contribution. If there were one-tenth as many wizards as Muggles, there would be no need to hide underground like rats."
"What you said reminds me of someone."
"Gellert Grindelwald?"
"Yes, that guy is an idealist, but unfortunately he does things too radically, his mind is not clear, and the method he uses is wrong. Even if Dumbledore doesn't stop him, Gellert Grindelwald will fail.
"
As Bud recalled, the dial whirred back to its original position. A woman's cold voice suddenly sounded in the phone booth. The voice did not come from the phone, but appeared clearly in the phone booth, like a watcher.
The missing woman stood beside them talking.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and your business."
"Bud Brod, a member of the Wizengamot, is here to help Mr. Albert Anderson apply for temporary use of magic by underage wizards."
"Thank you," the woman said coldly, "Guest, please pick up the badge and pin it on your clothes."
A silver badge slipped out of the metal chute usually used to return coins. Albert reached out to pick it up and looked at the badge carefully. It read: Albert Anderson, complete the formalities.
"I guess you don't like these. To be honest, I don't like them either. It's too cumbersome." Bard winked at Albert and said, "Also, it's easy for wizards who go to the Ministry of Magic for the first time to leave
bad impression."
Albert looked at the phone booth slowly sinking into the ground, with a slight smile on his lips.
To be honest, Albert was actually looking forward to the British Ministry of Magic shivering in the shadow of Tom.
There are actually many ways to prevent Voldemort from being resurrected. The simplest is to spread or replace old Tom's ashes so that Tom cannot find the bones of his relatives and make soup to resurrect him.
However, Albert never thought of doing that.
Because in his opinion, the process of defeating Voldemort is very important to the entire British wizarding world. It can be said to be a revolution. Only through this revolution can the pure-blood faction in the Ministry of Magic be completely weakened.
As for bloodshed and sacrifice?
There is no revolution without bloodshed.
As long as you don't leave your own blood, that's fine.
There was a saying in my previous life: Other people’s children will never die.
"What are you thinking about?" Bud asked.
"I don't know how many people died in the Second Wizarding War." Albert said softly.
"That prophecy is about to come true?" Bud was surprised and guessed the reason why Albert said this.
"Yes, it's very close."
The sidewalk outside the glass window of the phone booth rose higher and higher, until finally it was dark above them and nothing could be seen.
"Peter Pettigrew is not dead." Albert looked at the darkness ahead and said softly, "He probably went to Albania."
Bard has understood what Albert means. It is said that Voldemort is in Albania, which seems to indicate the return of the Dark Lord.
"What did you see?" Bud asked again.
"The omen will appear soon, at the Quidditch World Cup." Albert said mysteriously, "I also saw Potter's wanted list. The top undesirable element has a reward of 10,000 gold galleons."
"As long as Dumbledore is still alive." Bard suddenly had a bad premonition, "The Ministry of Magic should not..."
yes!
As long as Dumbledore is alive, Voldemort will not dare to blatantly control the Ministry of Magic. This is the so-called sky falling and the tall man holding on.
In peacetime, no one would realize this.
Scrimgeour was actually very unlucky. After Dumbledore's death, he didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all, so he just took advantage of it.
In fact, it was useless even if Scrimgeour took measures to deal with the rise of Voldemort. In order to control the Ministry of Magic, Voldemort would definitely get rid of him and find a suitable puppet to take over.
Even if he compromises with the Dark Lord, it's useless. The director of the Auror Office is so hateful.
"If nothing else, the principal should be dying soon."
"What a cruel truth." Bud asked Albert, "Have you ever tried to divine Dumbledore's death?"
"No." Albert shook his head, "Besides, I don't think I can change anything."
"The Ministry of Magic hopes you have a good day."
The woman's voice rang again, and the phone booth door suddenly opened.
The two of them walked out of the phone booth one after another. Not far away was the magnificent hall. Albert followed Bud towards the security counter with the sign "Security Check" written on it.
The person who received them was a middle-aged wizard who looked like a salty fish, but he respected Bard and stared at him in surprise after noticing Albert's name.
"Put your wand there, please."
The wizard was polite to Albert and asked him to place his wand on a brass machine similar to a scale.
That's the machine that checks wands.
"Eric, we have to go." Bud took Albert directly to the International Magic Cooperation Department to find Barty Crouch Sr., intending to use this relationship to directly skip the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic.
Yes, Bard doesn't really want to deal with Dolores Umbridge.
"Oh, well, that surprises me."
Old Barty Crouch looked at Albert next to Bud up and down, and said to Percy, who was also a little surprised next to him: "Wetherby, please take this to the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic and ask their director Um.
Richie, sign your name."
"Okay, Mr. Crouch, I'll be there right away." Percy walked away holding the piece of parchment.
"You look tired," Bud said with a smile.
"Organizing and arranging portkeys on five continents is not an easy task." Crouch looked indeed tired.
"If I were you, I would definitely find myself an easy job." Bud said with a smile.
"Not everyone likes to be lazy like you." Crouch shook his head.
"I'm not lazy, I've been training excellent wizards." Bard raised his finger and pointed at Albert, indicating that he was not lazy at all.
"It's a pity that Albert is not interested in entering the Ministry of Magic. Otherwise, I would recommend him to come and work for you after graduation. It will definitely be a lot easier for you." Bud said as if he was selling something, "Albert has also mastered a lot of skills.
It is available in multiple languages and is very suitable to take over your job when you retire.”
"Oh, that's a pity." Crouch said perfunctorily.
While the two were talking, Percy had already returned with the parchment. Crouch glanced at the parchment, stamped it, and handed the parchment to Bud.
"I wish you good luck, it would be even better if you could win an award." Crouch said to Albert: "Britain has not won an international award for a long time."