Rufus stopped and looked down at the drink spilled on him, then looked up at the figure that hit him and then faded away. He was quite annoyed. He didn't expect to encounter such an unfortunate thing so early in the morning.
Rufus picked up the wand to remove the stains on his body, looked at Hopkirk nearby, frowned and asked: "What on earth is going on? Why did Huttok Dagworth come here?
I’ve already had such a hot temper.”
"They just had a quarrel." Hopkirk pointed to the door of the director's office and reminded, "Don't ask too many questions."
"A fight?" Rufus really didn't understand what Hopkirk said. Meeting Dagworth in the Ministry of Magic was already a strange enough event."
"There's another problem with the trace." Hopkirk hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said: "This matter seems to be related to Dagworth, which is why he came to the Ministry of Magic early in the morning. However, the matter seems to have collapsed.
So we parted on bad terms."
"It's not a big deal." Rufus was even more puzzled. When it came to traces, most of them were underage wizards. However, it was enough for Dagworth, the master of potions, to go there in person.
strange,
And things actually fell apart, which feels a bit incredible.
Huttok Dagworth has a high status in potions, and he is a member of the Wizengamot. The Ministry of Magic would give some face to such a trivial matter, but the matter actually fell apart.
?
No matter how he thought about it, Rufus found it incredible.
…
Huttok Dagworth is in a very bad mood now. In fact, he has known for a long time that the talks between the two parties have collapsed, which is why he would rather spend some money to solve the problem than negotiate with the Ministry of Magic.
Although Huttok rarely pays attention to the affairs of the Ministry of Magic, she has heard some things about the current director. It is said that as long as she drinks too much sherry, she will start to tell others some cruel and ruthless stories.
Shocking view.
It is impossible to get along with such a person.
The other party directly refused to write an apology.
Even though Hutok had made the matter clear and expressed his willingness to pay the other party a sum of money in private to express his gratitude after getting the gold membership card back.
However, he was still rejected.
In her words, there was no problem with the Ministry of Magic's tracking, and she never received a letter of explanation from the other party.
Therefore, the matter fell apart immediately.
Hutok stood at the door of his home, took a deep breath, and prepared to see Brod again to see if he could provide him with some damn advice.
Ever since the gold membership card was lost, Hutok has been in a bad mood and his temper has become increasingly irritable.
When Hutok went to the lake house again, he found that he could not find the specific location.
"Everything is really not going well." Hutok looked at the lake and murmured. He found that he could not find Brod, and even an owl could not deliver the letter.
"What on earth is going on? What on earth is Brod doing?"
Hutok looked at the lake angrily. There was no island in the lake, let alone a manor. It was as if all traces had been erased out of thin air.
The other party used advanced magic to completely hide the cabin in the lake.
Hutok considers himself a master of potions, but he is not a master of spells.
He tried to find the dilapidated pier and boat, but after walking around the lake, he found nothing, as if the memories in his mind were all false.
Just when the Potions Master turned around to leave, he suddenly noticed a house elf appearing quietly behind him.
"Please follow me," the house elf stepped forward, bowed slightly towards Hutok, and then extended his palm. The latter already understood what the other party meant. The moment he stretched out his hand, he was led by the house elf.
The phantom appeared.
When Hutok came back to his senses, he found that he was standing in front of a house, and the person he was looking for was sitting at the table in the courtyard, smiling and saying hello.
"What the hell are you doing!" Hertok was in a bad mood. He quickly walked forward and sat on the armchair opposite Brod, poured himself a cup of black tea, and drank it all in one breath.
"Failed?" Although Bud Brod was asking, his tone was very sure that the other party had failed.
"That guy doesn't want to. Damn it, I explained everything clearly to him." Hutok poured himself another glass and drank it all in one go, trying to suppress the anger in his heart. He also knew his current tone.
very bad.
"I'm not talking about this, I'm talking about you going to find Albert?"
"Well, that little guy is a little smart." Hetok couldn't help frowning when he talked about Albert, and stared at Brod with a reproachful look, "He seemed to have known that I would go to him to ask for the gold membership card, so he would have given it to me a long time ago.
The gold membership card is hidden.”
"Clever?" Brod ignored Hertok's gaze and didn't quite agree with the other person's evaluation.
"Isn't it?" Hutok curled his lips.
"I've warned you before, don't use those little tricks that can't be put on the table." Brod looked at Hutok and reminded him again: "Don't expect that he will look good on you next time you see him.
"
"Otherwise, what else can I do?" Hutok drank another cup and placed the teacup heavily on the table. "I just went to talk to the old woman and she refused directly. I should say directly.
Denied this matter.”
"Caught in the middle, do you think it's easy for me?" Hutok couldn't help complaining, "I just want to get my membership card back."
"What did he say he would do with the gold card?"
"Who, that boy?" Huttok frowned deeply and thought about it for a while before saying, "I think he said he would melt the gold membership card and sell it to the Muggle world."
"It's not much different from what I expected." Brod nodded and reminded: "Don't try to make him surrender. You won't succeed, and you will be unlucky because of it."
"I'm curious, why do you value that boy so much? Is it because of talent, talent, or other reasons?" Hertok looked at Brod in confusion and asked in confusion.
"This matter has nothing to do with you." Brod didn't want to talk more about it.
"I'm curious." Hutok asked.
"Maybe my taste is better than yours." Brod said with a cold joke, "So, I'm optimistic about him."
Hutok was silent, naturally he didn't believe this nonsense.
"If you want to get your gold membership card back, I'm afraid you can only get it from the Ministry of Magic." Brod reminded, "Please don't ignore my reminder, otherwise you will definitely be in trouble."
Ever since Brod discovered that Albert actually dared to break into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night, and was able to knock down a large group of spiders while surrounded by Acromantulas, and save Fred and George, he knew that Albert
Bert is not as simple as he thought.
It is said that a wand matches the personality of its owner. Albert's wand is made of redwood, which means that Albert may have already had the ability to avert danger.
In other words, Albert did not break into the Forbidden Forest just because of recklessness like the Gryffindor students, but he had already prepared a way to escape unscathed. Even if Brod did not appear, he would have
own way.
You know, Albert is only twelve years old!
Since that incident, Brod's evaluation of Albert has been very high.
If Hutok really ran into it, he would probably hit an iron plate directly, causing his head to bleed.
However, Huttok was in a very bad mood now and was not in the mood to listen to these things. After he calmed down, he decided to write a letter to Dumbledore and ask the headmaster of Hogwarts to help, at least not to let him
The second meeting between the two sides turned even worse.
