"What is the most important thing for an Auror to do?"
Anton thought for a while, with an innocent look on his face and his big clean eyes, "Justice!"
"Half of the answer is correct." Old Ronaldo chuckled, grabbed Anton's hand, and disappeared on the viaduct of Hogwarts Castle with a bang.
After a stir similar to that of a washing machine drum, Anton staggered into the Ministry of Magic building.
"The answer is procedural justice!"
Old Ronaldo greeted Anton and walked deeper into the corridor with him, "We need to apply for the issuance order first. This is the most important thing. It can effectively guarantee the rights and interests of our Aurors, so as to avoid inexplicable people carrying them from nowhere. A scapegoat thrown at me."
He knocked lightly on the door, adjusted the collar of his suit, and turned to look at Anton, "We are just mindless Ministry of Magic machines. We faithfully execute the orders from the brain, that's all."
With that said, he opened the office door.
Xiuer~
Anton whistled silently, imitating old Ronaldo's solemn look back then, and followed him in with a straight face.
If old Ronaldo offered him gold galleons or an official position, Anton would never choose to go along with it.
But this is magic material!
And it’s a magic material that is hard to buy even if you have money!
Last year, Anton planned to learn Animagus and asked Mr. Rozier to help find a mature mandrake. This family patriarch is entrenched in France and has a certain influence in Germany and the United Kingdom. It took a long time to help Anton get it.
Outside of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, no place has this kind of experience in planting mandrakes on a large scale.
In addition to being extremely dangerous, difficult to maintain, and having few practical uses, there are not many wizards capable of cultivating them.
As for the herbalist master who is capable and willing to cultivate mandrake, Professor Sprout may be the only one in the entire wizarding world.
Ultimately, the population of the wizarding world is too small.
In many subdivided professional fields, sometimes only one or two people can do it.
After completing the formalities, Ronaldo Sr. took Anton to his office.
"We are now on the second floor of the Ministry of Magic, which is exclusive to us Aurors. The room just now is the Auror command room, which manages all documents. Next to it is the office director Scrimgeour." Old Ronaldo used a strange-shaped key Insert it into the keyhole and pull it hard.
"The two offices are actually interconnected, but we usually go to the command room to visit the director instead of knocking on his personal office."
Anton asked curiously, "Why?"
Click, the door lock made a rusty sound, "Oh~ it finally opened, damn, this thing is really terrible, the department has not allocated funds to replace the lock."
Old Ronaldo invited Anton in with a mysterious smile, "We all call the door in the director's office the back door. You know, upright Aurors don't use the back door."
Anton thought thoughtfully, "Oh~~"
Well, he didn't really get it, but it didn't matter, he didn't care at all, as long as he remembered not to knock on Scrimgeour's office door.
Ronaldo Sr.'s office was not big. Apart from an oak table, only 4 or 5 people could stand in front of the table at most. However, the view was wide and there were huge windows on both walls.
Anton curiously stood by the window and looked out. Everything in London looked blurry, not as clear as looking down at the city.
"Actually, I've always wanted to ask. I remember that the Ministry of Magic building is underground..."
Old Ronaldo struggled to lift a box from under his desk, patted the dust on it, and touched several places on it with his wand, and the light of the curse surged.
"Yes."
"But now we feel as if we are overlooking the city, and I clearly remember that when I was sent to Azkaban, I jumped down from the sky in a Thestral Car."
"Well, that's a powerful spell, the effect is similar to a 'mirage'."
Snap.
The box was opened, and old Ronaldo called Anton over, "As for whether it is a 'mirage' at the top or a 'mirage' underground, I don't know. This is part of the defense system of the Ministry of Magic. Maybe only Minister Fudge can
See this part of the confidential document."
He first took out a document from the box, closed the box, and placed the document on top of the box.
"When learning the magic of 'stealth', we usually proceed step by step." He patted the box, "Generally only highly qualified Aurors are qualified to learn the magic spells stored in it, but in fact
Many highly qualified Aurors actually have no intention of learning this extremely difficult magic anymore, since most of them are already a certain age."
"So currently in the Ministry of Magic, there are only a handful of people who master this magic spell, and most of them have retired."
"Before learning, you must sign a confidentiality agreement. Unless the other party is a designated person registered in the Auror Office, you cannot disclose any detailed information about this magic to anyone."
Anton was stunned for a moment and looked through the document carefully. It was covered with magic runes. It was estimated that there would be magic like "unbreakable oath" after signing.
"In this case, can an apprentice like me also learn?"
Old Ronaldo shrugged, walked to the shelf on the wall, opened a coffee can, and poured some into an ancient-looking teapot.
"The Auror Office does not explicitly stipulate that only experienced Aurors can learn. This is a conventional rule."
"I told Scrimgeour that I valued you, and he finally compromised and signed the authorization letter."
Anton read the document carefully and looked at old Ronaldo with some gratitude.
Before he could speak, old Ronaldo chuckled and said, "How can a person like me, who is just waiting to die, break the rules for you? If you want to thank me, thank Minister Fudge."
Anton was stunned for a moment, "It's him again."
Old Ronaldo chuckled, "I don't need to obtain any more political resources, but Fuji hopes to continue to cooperate with you."
Anton was silent and looked at the documents in front of him, "When he gave too much, I couldn't refuse because of greed. But when he gave too much and didn't ask for much, I couldn't accept it."
He thought for a moment, put the documents back on the box, and shook his head.
Old Ronaldo looked at Anton in astonishment, "This is a super precious magic spell. Believe me, kid, you can't learn it anywhere else except here. Even the Ministry of Magic in the United States. Oh, they seem to be called Magic."
Congress.”
Anton still shook his head.
"Please tell him that I like equal transactions, not investment, because investment will one day reap the fruits." Anton narrowed his eyes, "And I don't like being reaped the fruits the most."
Old Ronaldo shrugged, put the documents back into the box, took out his wand and flicked it quickly, and after a while the magic light flickered on it, and he stuffed the box back under the table again.
"It seems I have to take another look at you."
He smiled and invited Anton to take a seat. The teapot containing coffee beans suddenly sprayed a mist into the sky, and suddenly the aroma of coffee filled the air.
He skillfully took out the high-temperature-resistant disposable cup from the cabinet, and the fragrant coffee flowed down the spout of the teapot and rolled into the cup.
Passing the coffee cup over, "Ever since I got this magical coffee pot from the department, I suddenly fell in love with the free coffee beans from the Ministry of Magic."
"For more than 20 years, I can't do without this thing when I drink."
"If I wasn't worried about leaving here and never having such high-quality and...well, free coffee, I would have gone to retire long ago."
Anton took the coffee from his hand with a smile, "This tastes really good."
Next, old Ronaldo began to sip coffee slowly and talk about various unspoken rules of Aurors. This department, which has been established for nearly 300 years, has too many taboos.
Sometimes he would also tell the Auror's promotion path based on the mentioned situation, and the ways to collect money and water through sideways.
Until I heard the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, I pushed the door straight in.
"Hey, Anthony, what a coincidence, you are here too." Minister Fudge was sweating profusely, with a gentle smile on his face.