The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"How was your summer vacation?"

The two turned into a desolate street with only a few dilapidated offices around. It was two different worlds from the bustling street they had just come to.

"Okay, are you planning to go to the Quidditch World Cup this year?"

A dilapidated red telephone box caught his attention not far away, and he remembered that one entrance to the Ministry was in a public toilet, and another was a dilapidated telephone box.

"No, the British team has been playing badly. It has been 30 years since they missed the trophy. It is estimated that they will lose badly this year." Bud is very optimistic about the British Quidditch teams.

"It's normal. This country has been going downhill, and it feels like it's dying. There have been a lot of troubles on the Muggle side recently, so I don't dare to eat beef." Albert casually found a topic Chatting with Bud.

"We're here." Bud pointed to the dilapidated red phone booth in front and said to Albert, "You go in first."

"Is the entrance here?"

Albert opened the dilapidated phone booth and walked in, turned his head and asked Bud behind him: "Actually, I'm curious, why don't we just Apparate to the Ministry of Magic?"

Bud also squeezed into the phone booth, picked up the broken telephone receiver, and said to Albert, "You can treat it as a novel experience."

"It's really novel, how should we use it?" Albert looked at the dilapidated phone booth, and felt that Muggles probably wouldn't enter here by accident.

"You need to dial the number 62442." Bud reached out and dialed the number, as a demonstration to Albert: "It's mainly because you're not an adult now, and there are a lot of guys staring at you recently, I think it takes time to walk the procedure , so as not to cause you unnecessary trouble. I said hello there, we just go through the process. "

"Those guys don't do what people are supposed to do all day long." Albert shook his head and said, "If you are envious, you will have more children, and maybe you will be able to produce a few geniuses. Even if you can't produce geniuses, you can do it for the fertility of the magic world. Contribution. If there are one-tenth of Muggles wizards, there is no need to hide in the ground like mice."

"Your words remind me of someone."

"Gellert Grindelwald?"

"Yes, that guy is an idealist, but unfortunately he does things too radically, his mind is not clear, and he uses it in the wrong way. Even if Dumbledore didn't come out to stop him, Gellert Grindelwald would have failed. "

As Bud recalled, the dial whirled back to its original position. A woman's indifferent voice suddenly sounded in the phone booth. The voice did not come from the microphone, but appeared clearly in the phone booth, as if an invisible woman was standing beside them talking.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

"Bud Broad, a member of Wizengamore, has come to help Mr. Albert Anderson apply for the temporary use of magic by underage wizards."

"Thank you," the woman said nonchalantly. "Guest, please take your badge and don't put it in front of your clothes."

A silver badge slipped out of the metal chute normally used to return coins, and Albert reached for it and looked at the badge carefully. It read: Albert Anderson, check in.

"I guess you probably don't like that.

To be honest, I don't like it either, it's too cumbersome. Bud winked at Albert and said, "Also, it's easy to make a bad impression on wizards who go to the Ministry of Magic for the first time. "

Albert looked at the phone booth, which was slowly sinking into the ground, with a small smile on the corner of his mouth.

To be honest, Albert is actually looking forward to the British Ministry of Magic shivering in Tom's shadow.

There are actually many ways to prevent Voldemort's resurrection. The easiest way is to lift or replace old Tom's ashes, so that Tom can't find the bones of his relatives and revive them.

However, Albert never wanted to do that.

Because in his opinion, the process of defeating Voldemort is very important to the entire British wizarding community. This can be said to be a revolution. Only through this revolution can the pure blood in the Ministry of Magic be completely weakened.

As for bloodshed?

There is no revolution without bloodshed.

Just don't keep your own blood.

There is a saying in a previous life: Other people's children will never die.

"What are you thinking?" Bud asked.

"I don't know how many people will die in the Second Wizarding War." Albert said softly.

"That prophecy is about to come true?" Bud was surprised, guessing the reason why Albert said this.

"Yes, very close."

The pavement outside the glass window of the phone booth rose higher and higher until it was dark above them and they could see nothing.

"Peter Pettigrew is not dead." Albert said softly, looking at the darkness ahead, "He probably went to Albania."

Bard has understood what Albert means. It is said that Voldemort is in Albania, which seems to herald the return of the Dark Lord.

"What did you see?" Bud asked again.

"The omen will appear soon, at the Quidditch World Cup." Albert said mysteriously, "I also saw Potter's wanted list. The number one bad guy, a reward of 10,000 Galleons."

"As long as Dumbledore is still alive." Bud suddenly had a bad hunch, "The Ministry of Magic should not be able to..."

yes!

As long as Dumbledore was alive, Voldemort dared not dare to blatantly control the Ministry of Magic, which is called the sky falling and the tall man standing on it.

In peacetime, no one realizes this.

Scrimgeour was actually unlucky. After Dumbledore's death, he didn't even realize the seriousness of the problem, so he just took the lunch.

In fact, even if Scrimgeour took steps to deal with the rise of Voldemort, it was useless. Voldemort would have to get rid of him in order to control the Ministry of Magic and find a suitable puppet to be on top.

It's no use even compromising with the Dark Lord, who made the head of the Auror's office so hateful.

"No accident, the principal should be dying."

"What a cruel truth." Bud asked Albert, "Have you tried to divine Dumbledore's death?"

"No." Albert shook his head, "Also, I don't think I can change anything."

"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a great day."

The woman's voice sounded again, and the door of the phone booth slammed open.

The two walked out of the phone booth one after the other. Not far away was the resplendent hall. Albert followed Bud towards the security checkpoint with a sign that read "Security Check".

The person who received them was a middle-aged wizard who looked like a salted fish, but respected Bud and stared at him in surprise after noticing Albert's name.

"Please put your wand there."

The wizard was polite to Albert, letting him place his wand on a brass machine that resembled a scale.

That's the machine that checks the wand.

"Eric, we have to go." Bud took Albert directly to the Department of International Magic Cooperation to find old Barty Crouch, intending to skip the Office of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic through the relationship here.

Yes, Bud doesn't really want to deal with Dolores Umbridge.

"Oh, well, that surprised me."

Old Barty Crouch looked up and down Albert beside Bud, and said to Percy, who was also a little surprised: "Wetherby, please take this to the Office of the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic and find their director Umm. Richie's sign."

"Okay, Mr. Crouch, I'll go." Percy walked away with the parchment.

"You look tired," Bud said with a smile.

"Organizing and arranging port keys on five continents is not an easy task." Crouch did look tired.

"If I were you, I would definitely find myself an easy job." Bud said with a smile.

"Not everyone is as lazy as you are." Crouch shook his head.

"I'm not lazy, I've been cultivating excellent wizards." Bud pointed to Albert, saying that he wasn't lazy at all.

"Unfortunately, Albert is not interested in entering the Ministry of Magic, otherwise I would recommend him to come and help you after graduation. You will definitely be a lot easier." Bud said like a salesman, "Albert also has a very good grasp of Multi-national languages, perfect for taking over your job when you retire.”

"Oh, that's a shame," Crouch said perfunctorily.

During the conversation between the two, Percy had returned with the parchment, and Crouch glanced at the parchment, stamped a seal on it, and handed the parchment to Bud.

"Good luck, it would be better if you got an award," Crouch told Albert. "It's been a long time since the UK won an international award."

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