Chapter 1130 Night Shift Security at the Ministry of Magic
Chapter 1130 Night security guard at the Ministry of Magic
It was a dark night, and the dim yellow streetlights on the streets of London were looming in the fog.
After a brief period of noise, the hall of the British Ministry of Magic quickly returned to silence. Tonks sat on a chair behind the security checkpoint, looking listlessly at the empty blue-grey hall in front of her, her head moving downwards uncontrollably.
He looked like he might fall asleep at any moment.
Barty Crouch sat with his back straight at the table on the other side, writing non-stop with a quill in his hand.
He was busy replying to letters of questioning from various magical governments. After a brief explanation from Director Auror Scrimgeour, Crouch finally understood the plan of that idiot Cornelius Fudge to seize the fruits of victory in eradicating the werewolves in Europe.
, if he were the Minister of Magic, maybe he would make a similar choice, right?
The only difference is that at least he won't leave a mess and strut across six or seven magical governments.
Crouch breathed a sigh of relief, and after reading the reply letter to the Greek Ministry of Magic for the last time, he sealed the letter with a flick of his wand.
There were still piles of dark red ashes around his desk, and he had received more howlers tonight than he had received in a year.
Fortunately, judging from the itinerary of Cornelius Fudge and others, there should be no new howling letters.
Barty Crouch rubbed his sore wrist and raised his head to look at the taciturn Auror leaning against the door not far away.
Kingsley Shacklebolt, he remembered clearly, was one of the few capable wizards in the Auror Office who had the chance to take over Scrimgeour's position.
Compared to Delis, Moody and others, Kingsley is not close to any faction in the ministry, but his reputation is surprisingly good. In Barty Crouch's view, if this young man is given more
With time and opportunity, he may even become a nominee when the minister changes in the future.
Speaking of which, Kingsley and that incompetent bastard boy from his family happened to be in the same class, right?
Perhaps due to the rising sleepiness, Barty Crouch suddenly felt a little dazed.
If there hadn't been that year...
"Can I help you, Mr. Crouch?"
Kingsley's pure and deep voice sounded, and he asked curiously, obviously noticing the glances from the side.
Barty Crouch found another reason for Kingsley's popularity. Compared with other impetuous voices in the Ministry of Magic, Kingsley's voice contains a reliable magic that makes people calm, and more importantly,
He does have the ability to handle things in an orderly manner.
Perhaps this is why Cornelius Fudge and Rufus Scrimgeour both valued him.
"Oh, um... where's Mr. Scrimgeour?"
Barty Crouch shook his head, looked around, and found that the old lion-like Auror Director had left the hall at some point.
"Mr. Scrimgeour has gone to inspect the floors. He is concerned that someone may have slipped into the Ministry by other means past the hall fireplace."
"Sneaking into the Ministry of Magic? So you really plan to stay on guard all night tonight?"
"There is no harm in being cautious. Even without Professor Dumbledore's warning, I would suggest this - most of the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic are thousands of miles away. If there is an emergency in the country, at least we still have space to deal with it.
.Besides..."
Kingsley Shacklebolt's dark skin bloomed with a smile that only a veteran can have.
"This is overtime work. I can still rest at home tomorrow - security at night is much easier than going on an expedition in the dense forest."
"...Mr. Minister may not be too happy if he hears this."
Barty Crouch was stunned for half a second, his originally serious expression relaxed, and he shook his head with a smile.
"What do you think about Dumbledore's warning? Maybe there are really dark wizards crazy enough to break into the Ministry of Magic late at night?"
"It's best to give a false alarm. If someone really breaks into the Ministry of Magic, arrest them on the spot." Kingsley replied without thinking.
"Arrest on the spot? Just rely on us... um, three or four people?" Mr. Crouch glanced at the young witch lying on the table not far away, whether he was dozing or already asleep.
He paused and twitched, trying hard to suppress the thought of waking the other person up.
When he was the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he would not tolerate such lazy little guys in the Auror office.
In fact, Barty Crouch has been a little uneasy ever since he learned that Dumbledore had sent a snarling letter to Cornelius Fudge.
He knew very well how many "Death Eaters" had escaped trial. If the dark forces really came back, it would be impossible for a few of them alone to resist for a long time - although the mysterious man and his followers have been more active abroad recently,
But the British wizarding world was, after all, the original home base of the mysterious man. This is why Barty Crouch did not choose to go home after handling the letter, but stayed in the hall of the Ministry of Magic to chat.
"I'm a little worried. Dumbledore is rarely in such a serious state. If too many people break in..."
"We are temporary guards at night, not guards guarding the vault of the Gringotts goblins -"
Kingsley shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "If we really encounter any dangerous situation, we can just leave after raising the alarm. But I think you are completely overly worried. It is already twelve o'clock now, and it is almost impossible to
meeting……"
At this moment, the smile on Kingsley's face suddenly sank, and he quickly pulled out his wand and looked ahead warily.
boom!
boom!
boom!
The fireplaces on both sides of the originally silent Ministry of Magic hall suddenly burst into rows of green flames.