In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Underground at Whitehall, central London, UK.

The headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, the core government agency in the entire British wizarding world, is carrying out its day's work in an orderly manner.

The main hall of the Ministry of Magic is still as busy as ever. Various wizards and witches appear in the fireplaces on different walls, and then disappear in the elevators heading to offices on different floors.

Occasionally, I could see a few goblins wearing Gringotts uniforms walking out of the elevator. They were obviously very reserved when looking around. Even the goblins' pride, which they did not put away even when they were defeated, was cautious. hid themselves and were polite enough to the wizards who received them.

In the minister's office, Gris Rozier, the director of the office responsible for the entire Ministry of Magic's logistics, was directing four or five mixed-race employees with an ugly face, carrying the same number of parchment files as half a person as tall as them. , walking quickly toward the elevator hall.

Along the way, the wizards who saw the director consciously gave way to a spacious road. In this magical world with extremely strict hierarchical order, the first lesson for adult wizards who truly enter the society is to distinguish between What kind of people can be offended, and what kind of people can't even be offended.

The office director of the Secretariat is very different from the regular office director. It is equivalent to the logistics manager of the entire British wizarding world. The person who can hold this position must be a member of a pure-blood family with a very high status, and that Mr. A crony among cronies is a person that 99% of the people in the entire magical world cannot afford to offend.

However, just as Gris led a group of people to the elevator hall, the wizards who had already entered the elevator consciously stepped out to make room for him and let them go up first.

In the elevator, a fat figure did not move at all, and did not show the awe that others avoided.

Gris, who was worried about a bunch of things, lowered his head and just looked at the feet wearing elegant leather boots. His already frowning brows became more deeply squeezed together.

He thought they were stupid young people who had just entered the Ministry of Magic and graduated from school. In fact, there were many such people every year. Only after suffering hardship could they know what the social order planned by Mr. How.

But just when he had already thought about who would punish this stupid young man with the Cruciatus Curse, he raised his head.

He saw the iconic walrus-like beard, the always smiling face, and the rich figure. Gris's originally frowning brow suddenly melted away like ice and snow waiting for spring to bloom.

"Ah ha, Mr. Slughorn, did you just come back from outside?"

Nearly two years have passed, and Slughorn still hasn't changed much from before. He looked at the Logistics Office with a smile, and after seeing him, the expression on his face changed faster than the weather in London. Director, nodded and said.

"Mr. Banderas, Director of Spain's Department of International Magical Cooperation, insisted on inviting me to meet in a Muggle cafe in London to discuss the issue of export tariffs on broomsticks. He said he was not used to the atmosphere in our department."

The expression on Gris's face turned sinister for a few seconds.

"Is the Spanish Ministry of Magic still not in the right order?"

The elevator had already begun to move upwards. The employees who were carrying parchment files with levitating spells stood in the corner together quite wisely, leaving the two big figures in the magic world second only to that gentleman to discuss some matters. With their bloodline, it is impossible for them to come into contact with things in this life.

Slughorn patted Gris on the shoulder.

"Don't be so sensitive, Gris. Mr. Banderas is also a pureblood, but he is really not used to the atmosphere here. The meeting between me and him went quite smoothly."

When he was speaking, his eyes caught a glimpse of the files carried by the mixed-race employees, and he asked jokingly as if he wanted to lighten the atmosphere.

"Is there any large expenditure or input in the ministry? I remember that we should not have any large-scale construction activities or welfare payments during this period."

At this time, the elevator had reached the floor where the data filing office was located. Gris gave the employees a cold look. They immediately understood and left the elevator with the files, preparing to collect the bills and data that had just been sorted out. Filed away.

After clearing away the idlers, Gris's face returned to its gloomy look.

He and Slughorn also walked out of the elevator, heading towards the director's office. There was no one else around.

"There are some big problems in France. I guess you, sir, will get news about these things soon."

An inexplicable look flashed in Slughorn's eyes, but he asked in surprise.

"What's the situation in France? Isn't that the last place where problems should arise? I just signed all the tax exemption agreements for magic items with France's International Magical Cooperation Department last week. Deeper cooperation is also continuing. What else can go wrong? ?”

Gris did not answer Slughorn's question first. After he returned to the office vigilantly, he poured Slughorn a glass of honey water before speaking solemnly.

He revealed a report that was enough to shock the entire British wizarding world.

"Master was defeated by Dumbledore!"

Slughorn's pupils shrank suddenly as he got the teacup.

His reaction was not false at all. It was impossible for the British side to know what happened in France right away. Especially if Voldemort lost to Dumbledore, all news would have to be blocked first.

It was impossible for Slughorn to contact Dumbledore anytime and anywhere to learn about the latest developments, so he indeed just learned about this from Gris.

Gris had no intention of hiding it. Even if the information was blocked, it would not be possible for someone of Slughorn's status to be blocked. It was just that he knew some things earlier because of the convenience of his duties.

And he has been under a lot of pressure recently. Decades ago, he was once a student under Slughorn when he was the Dean of Slytherin. Because of his family background, he received a lot of care from the Fat Walrus, so when someone When you want to find someone to vent things to, this once-friendly elder is undoubtedly the best person to talk to.

"Today is not April Fools' Day, Gris, and such a joke is not funny at all."

Slughorn said seriously.

Gris sighed.

"I hope this is just an April Fool's joke, sir, but there is something really worrying about this time."