Chapter 23 How can there be a thirty-eight deputy minister in the world!
early morning,
Rolf woke up from his sleep.
He was lying on a large antique bed, with a soft feather bed beneath him and a goose feather pillow behind his head. Although the bed curtain had been lowered, the carved bedposts and the velvet canopy above his head could still be seen.
He lifted up the quilt, opened the bed curtains, stepped out of the bed, and walked toward the window.
The room is large, beautifully decorated, and there is a very light smell floating in the air...it's fragrant but not greasy, and it helps you sleep.
Luofu opened the heavy brocade curtain, stood at the window and looked up:
There is a sea of clouds formed by the gorgeous morning glow on the horizon, and the sunlight is scattered on the river in the distance, sparkling like grains of gold scattered on the ground.
Viewed from a slightly higher position, the scenery inside the entire manor is also very beautiful. In the middle, there is a magnificent building shining in the sun.
pyramid!
After admiring it for a while, Luofu began to wash up. Hot water and all toiletries were already prepared in the bathroom.
There is actually a house elf hidden in the compartment of the room, but it is hiding and will not appear in front of Rolf unless necessary.
The sign of a good house elf is one you don't even know exists.
Luofu changed his clothes and walked out of the room slowly. In front of him was a long and wide corridor with mahogany doors on both sides.
These rooms are probably guest rooms.
After arriving at the manor last night, I walked around under Nico's guidance. After dinner, it was already late at night.
Then, Rolf and Newt stayed in two rooms.
The boy walked to Newt's room and rang the doorbell, but there was no response after ringing it several times. It seemed that Newt had left the room.
Just as Luo Fe was about to leave, the door opposite suddenly opened, and an old man walked out. The man was thin, wearing gray robes, and his eyes were gray, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.
The old man said hello: "Hey, Rolf."
Luofu was stunned for a moment, and he said in shock: "Principal Dippet..."
Armando Dippet is Dumbledore's predecessor, and he was the Headmaster of Hogwarts when Tom Riddle was still in school.
After he retired, he handed over Hogwarts to Dumbledore... It's been almost half a century, and I didn't expect that he was still alive.
The young man originally wanted to say "You're not dead yet", but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them alive and wanted to change his words to "You're still alive"... But it seemed to mean the same thing.
Rolf froze in place, thinking about more appropriate words. Dippet stretched out his hand covered with age spots, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile:
"Don't be nervous, kid. I've heard my portrait mention you many times. Although we meet for the first time today, we are actually old acquaintances...relax."
"You did a good job regarding the Chamber of Secrets. I didn't discover anything unusual about Tom Riddle and caused the death of Myrtle Warren. I'm really grateful to you for catching the basilisk."
"You're welcome." Luofu waved his hand quickly.
He is indeed a little nervous. A being who you thought died decades ago suddenly stands in front of you one day... everyone will panic!
"Come on, let's go have breakfast." Dippet smiled and walked along the corridor towards the restaurant.
Luofu followed behind and asked cautiously: "Professor Dippet, I would like to ask, how old are you this year?"
"More than three hundred years old." Dippet thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I can't remember the specifics. I only know that that year, Ferdinand III was elected Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire."
There were many portraits hanging in the corridor. One of the portraits of a knight suddenly said loudly:
"Sir, Ferdinand III was elected Holy Roman Emperor in 1637, and I died in battle that year!"
"What a pity," Dippet said.
"..."
Pettit led Rolf east through a vaulted corridor and into a foyer decorated with Italian marble.
In the foyer, a few wizards were sitting, chatting and eating breakfast.
These people were obviously here to attend the funeral.
"Armando, is this your great-grandson? It's the first time I've seen him." A wizard suddenly said loudly.
He was an old man with no beard, deep eyes, sunken cheeks, and not many hairs left, only a few tufts sticking out above his ears.
"He is Newt's grandson." Pettit explained with a smile.
"Newt, even that kid has a grandson? Last time I saw him, he was as old as this boy."
The bald old man had some feelings. He recalled: "I remember that Newt violated the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards" that I formulated at that time and used magic outside of school..."
"Later, I heard that he was fired not long after." The old man chuckled, glared at Luo Fe and said:
"Boy, you didn't use magic outside of school during the summer vacation, did you?!"
"..."
"Child, don't listen to his nonsense." A very small hunchbacked witch came over.
The witch was also very old, and her face was covered with wrinkles, as if it were covered with spider webs. She stretched out her hand and said:
"I'm glad to meet you. My name is Gsilda Marchbain, and I serve as the director of the Wizarding Examination Administration. I will be the invigilator for your future L. exams and... exams."
"Of course." Marchiban blinked and said, "Only if you are not expelled from Hogwarts like your grandfather."
"..."
Of course, Rolf knew about Gsilda Marchban. He stretched out his hand and said respectfully:
"I heard my grandfather mention you. He said that you gave him a lot of help in establishing the "Law on the Prohibition of Animal Breeding Experiments."
"Little guy, don't flatter me too much. I will help you even more." The bald old man smiled again:
"Guess who I am, if you guess it right, there will be a reward."
"As far as I know, the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act" was passed by Minister Faris Spavin in 1875." Rove thought for a moment and said.
"Since you said you made it, and at your age, it must be Secretary Spavin. Am I right?"
"Haha, it's me! The greatest minister in the history of the British Ministry of Magic!" The old man laughed.
"Great? I only know that if you choose the most annoying minister, you will definitely be elected." Marchban said sarcastically:
"If it weren't for the opposition of our Wizengamot, you, an old guy, would still be preparing to continue occupying the position of minister!"
Faris Spavin became minister in 1865, when he was 109 years old, and he served for another thirty-eight years, making him the longest-serving minister in history.
The deputy minister at the time, seeing that Spavin was already very old, thought that after two years at most, the old man would die, and he would be able to take over the minister's post as deputy minister.
Unexpectedly, Spavin had been on standby for a long time. When the deputy minister was about to die, he left the famous last words:
How can there be a deputy minister who has been serving for thirty-eight years?
