Arthur Weasley sat on the sofa a little stiffly, hesitating to speak.
"You also know the situation. All in all, the current situation is very urgent..."
Cornelius Fudge sighed, looking tired and uneasy, "We have to announce the specific damage by next Wednesday at the latest. The theft of wizard files from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement will definitely trigger widespread panic. We must find out before then."
A rough solution."
"You are the most famous Muggler in the Ministry, Weasley - so Dumbledore recommended you to be the chief architect of this solution."
"After comprehensive consideration, we also feel that you should be a more suitable candidate. This is an important international position."
"But……"
Mr. Weasley rubbed his nose, growing more confused and uneasy.
"Mr. Minister, at best I can tinker with some Muggle things, but you..."
"Well, what we value is your talent——"
Cornelius Fudge nodded seriously, stood up, picked up his top hat, walked to Mr. Weasley, and patted his shoulder.
"Arthur, the safety and privacy of thousands of people in the British wizarding world are all in your hands - don't put too much pressure on you, just follow your usual work habits and content, refer to these drawings, and try to change them to suit your needs."
As long as our living habits in the magical world are good, you can do it."
"Can--"
"Okay, I still have an important meeting to have here, and I have to take the first step."
Cornelius Fudge spoke first without giving Mr. Weasley a chance to speak, while nodding towards the goblin in the office.
"In short, this Mr. Arthur Weasley is the chief designer of 'that project' for the time being. If he still has any questions, or requirements regarding content or drawings, you can help answer them when the time comes. Anyway.
I may have to work hard on you today, what we lack most now is time... Oh, by the way, there is also an introduction to the newly established S.H.I.E.L.D., you don’t know yet, right?"
The British Minister of Magic said quickly, returned to his desk, took a document, handed it to Arthur, and said solemnly.
"This is a newly established large-scale magical institution jointly organized by dozens of magical governments. In addition to working in the Ministry of Magic, you will also have a position in this institution... Don't you like Muggle stuff? This is a very
This is a rare opportunity, take advantage of it!”
"Uh, but, this is really different..."
Tuk, Tuk, Tuk——
"Mr. Minister, Mr. Castel from the French Ministry of Magic is asking you how long it will take?"
Before Mr. Weasley could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door, and Kingsley Shacklebolt's voice sounded particularly annoying at this time.
"Okay, tell them I'm ready to go—"
Cornelius Fudge frowned, shouted toward the door, turned his head and shrugged his shoulders.
"You have also seen, Arthur - in extraordinary times, you are not the only one who is busy. I want to help you, but..."
He pointed to the pile of drawings piled on the coffee table, patted Arthur Weasley's shoulder again, and said half command and half request.
"A large part of the future stability and order of the magic world lies here."
"I heard that your office was also attacked by those bastards. You can use my office temporarily today... Thanks for your work, you have to get off work a little overtime. Don't worry about the subsequent overtime compensation and time off. I will sign it for you as soon as I come back - —You are the first director of S.H.I.E.L.D. appointed by the British Ministry of Magic. I believe you and Dumbledore...don’t let wizards from other countries see our Ministry of Magic jokes..."
"Yes, but -"
Squeak—bang!
The office door opened and closed quickly.
Only Arthur Weasley and the goblin advisers remained in the office.
"But, but..."
Mr. Weasley looked at the wooden door that had been closed again, glanced at the drawings in front of him blankly, and pursed his lips.
"You, well, you and Dumbledore...and gentlemen, are you overestimating me? This is not some Muggle gadget, this is a Muggle city design...how do I know?
How should we modify...the design...of the wizard's magical city?"
"Don't worry, we will assist you, Director Weasley."
Next to him, a goblin pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and said with a smile.
"Actually, it is not difficult to design and build a city. It is just like modifying an old Muggle car. You only need to disassemble its structure one by one, add a little magic element, and then reassemble it. First, let's do
Let’s take a look at the specific requirements and site selection…”
"Taking into account all factors, we suggest that it is best for you to place the city near Devon..."
"And you see, there happens to be a pure wizarding town that just emerged nearby..."
The goblins spoke to each other one by one, skillfully unfolded the drawings, and began to introduce them to Arthur Weasley.
As for the relevant information about S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Those things were placed at the bottom of the parchment immediately after Fudge left.
As the chief technical advisor for the Hyperion's "renovation project", Arthur Weasley's service experience is even longer than Lockhart's.
"But, I have something very important this afternoon -"
Arthur Weasley swallowed his saliva and was thinking about how to refuse this sudden overtime task.
At this moment, a drawing of urban construction "material" came into his eyes inadvertently.
"Huh? Wait, is that...Muggle's street lamp design?"
"There are so many things under those tall pillars?"
"Hey hey hey, what kind of structure is this..."
It's still early anyway, so I'm not in a hurry to go home and spend some time in a daze.
He took a few glances and waited until it was almost time in the afternoon to leave.
After Arthur Weasley hesitated for two seconds, he immediately sat down and studied the drawings from the Muggle world attentively - this was different from the previous fussing. With the wonderful drawings and professional elf explanations, he
It's like going back to the good old days when I first entered Hogwarts.
…………
At the same time, Armenia.
The small town of Tesafdzo, Aghasheyan home.
"So you left all those werewolves and Aurors in the forest and came back directly?"
Agha Xiyan looked at Lockhart with a strange expression, a look of disbelief on his face.
"Otherwise? Am I going to spend my birthday squatting in the forest with a group of werewolves and getting moldy?"
Lockhart replied disapprovingly, while carefully directing his wand to control the heat of the custard in front of him.
At the dining table not far away, Arkhipovna, with her hair tied up, was carefully cutting the grilled pork belly and the bacon sausage she had just bought from the street like a housewife. As for the one that was a bit ugly,
The cakes had been divided long ago, leaving only an empty plate.
"Then you're not worried about problems later?"
"What's the problem?" Lockhart shrugged and tapped his wand on the sink.
A few potatoes jumped out of the frame and jumped into the sink to start washing automatically. Speaking of which, these were potatoes grown by fate.
"If something will go wrong if I leave, then its 'problem point' is not me. Just find the right reason and solve it then - work is never finished, and the meaning of work is just to do more.
To enjoy life well, you can't put the cart before the horse. By the way, Bona, do you want mashed potatoes or fried potato wedges today? Don't touch the custard over there, I'll serve it - it's very hot - "
As Lockhart spoke, he moved his wand continuously, even more seriously than when he was dealing with werewolves in the forest before.
It had to be said that after he saw the red eyes and dark circles of the Russian shrew, he finally began to be afraid of his impulsiveness last night.
"Today is your birthday, you have the final say——"
Arkhipovna glanced at Lockhart, her charming eyes making the old hash instantly feel redundant.
"By the way, speaking of which, when do you plan to go back to report?"
"At least wait until tomorrow morning... You have to give the Ministry of Magic and the reporters some time."
Lockhart replied, taking the knife from Arkhipovna's hand very naturally, putting it back on the edge of the kitchen workbench, wiping his hands casually on the apron around his waist, pulling out the chair and his "shrew"
Let's finish it together and get ready to enjoy today's breakfast.
"Well, Mr. Aghashyan, are you hungry too? Let's sit down and eat together -"
Lockhart smiled and raised his hand to stop the old wizard from asking any further questions.
"About the Tianming Group, we can talk about it later, don't worry... And I have some things to tell you about werewolves later, and you should be somewhat relieved after hearing it. It's holiday time.
It’s quite precious, but I’ll be busy again later.”
"Get busy?" Aghaxiyan frowned and nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, indeed - and you seem to have another accusation to face."
"Oh, it's not a werewolf issue, let alone an accusation..."
Lockhart shook his head and said casually while sprinkling black pepper into his custard.
"After returning to China, I am going to run for the British Minister of Magic. It will not be as easy as it is now. Various interviews, meetings, and various other things will definitely be necessary, so I plan to hide in Armenia for a few days.
A few days. Well, I still have to think about what legislation I want to push."
"By the way, Bona, don't think about the institute for now. Just think of it as a vacation..."
"etc--"
Arkhipovna was stunned for half a second and glanced at Lockhart with a strange expression.
"Running for...Minister of Magic, are you?"
"Well, so you also need to refresh your knowledge on the magic world."
Lockhart replied calmly, picking up the cheese and scattering some crumbs on Arkhipovna's plate.
"After all, if I become the Minister of Magic, as the Minister's wife, you must at least know the surnames of some pure-blood families."
"Who - who wants to be - the Ministry of Magic, the Minister's Wife -"
Arkhipovna's disgusted words instantly stuck in her mouth, and she spoke in a panic.
Looking at the guy with the evil smile, she punched him in the waist in anger.
"Do not laugh--"
It’s great to be young…
Aghaxiyan looked at the young man and woman in front of him, shook his head with a smile, and slowly blew the hot air from the egg custard.
If we say, these people are the lights that will influence and change the magic world in the future.