Chapter 129 How can there be thirty-eight deputy ministers in the world!
early morning,
Rolf woke up from his sleep.
He was lying on an antique big bed with a soft feather bed under his body and a goose feather pillow behind his head. The bed curtain has been lowered, but the carved bedposts are still visible, and the velvet canopy overhead.
He lifted the quilt, pulled back the bed curtain, got out of the bed, and walked towards the window.
The room is large, beautifully decorated, and there is a very faint smell in the air... It is fragrant but not greasy, and it can help you sleep.
Rove opened the heavy brocade curtain, he stood by the window and looked up:
In the sky, there is a sea of clouds formed by the gorgeous morning glow. The sunlight is scattered on the river in the distance, sparkling, like grains of gold scattered on the ground.
Looking down from a slightly higher place, the interior of the entire manor is also beautiful. In the middle, it is a magnificent building shining in the sun.
pyramid!
Rove admired it for a while, and began to wash up. Hot water and all toiletries were ready in the bathroom.
In the compartment of the room, there was actually a house elf hidden, but it hid and would not appear in front of Rove unless necessary.
The sign of a good house-elf is that you don't even know it's there.
Rove changed his clothes and walked out of the room slowly. In front of him was a long and wide corridor with doors made of mahogany on both sides.
These rooms are presumably guest rooms.
After arriving at the manor last night, I walked around under Nicole's guidance, and after eating, it was already late at night.
Then, Rove and Newt lived in two rooms.
The teenager walked to Newt's room. He rang the doorbell, but after ringing several times, there was no response. It seemed that Newt had left the room.
Just as Rove was about to leave, the opposite door suddenly opened, and an old man came out. The man was thin, wearing a gray robe, and his eyes were also gray, sharp as a knife.
The old man said hello, "Hey, Rove."
Rove froze in place for a moment, he was a little surprised and said: "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 Hogwarts to Dumbledore... It's been almost half a century, and he didn't expect to die yet.
The boy originally wanted to say "You are not dead yet", but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back, and wanted to change his words to "You are still alive"...but it seemed to mean the same thing.
Rove froze in place, thinking of more appropriate words. Dippet stretched out his hand covered with age spots, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled:
"Don't be nervous, kid. I've heard my portrait mention you many times. Although it's the first time we meet today, we are actually old acquaintances... Take it easy."
"You did a good job about the chamber of secrets. I didn't notice Tom Riddle's anomaly back then, and it caused the death of Myrtle Warren. I'm really grateful to you for catching the basilisk."
"You're welcome." Rove waved his hand quickly.
He is indeed a little nervous. An existence that you thought died decades ago suddenly stands in front of you one day... Everyone will panic!
"Let's go, let's have breakfast." Dippet smiled and walked along the corridor towards the restaurant.
Rove followed behind and asked cautiously, "Professor Dippet, may I ask, how old are you this year?"
"It must be more than three hundred years old." Dippet thought for a while, shook his head and said, "I don't remember the details. I only know that in that year, Ferdinand III was elected as the Holy Roman Emperor."
In the corridor, there are many portraits, one of which is a portrait of a knight, suddenly said loudly:
"Sir, Ferdinand III was elected Holy Roman Emperor in 1637, and I died that year!"
"It's a pity," Dippet said.
"..."
Dippet led Rove east through a vaulted corridor and into a foyer decorated with Italian marble.
In the foyer, scattered wizards were sitting, chatting and eating breakfast.
These people had obviously come to the funeral.
"Amando, is this your great-grandson? It's the first time I've seen you." A wizard suddenly said loudly.
It was an old man with no beard, deep-set eyes, sunken cheeks, and not much hair left, only a few tufts protruding above his ears.
"He's Newt's grandson," Dippet explained with a smile.
"Newt, even that kid has grandchildren? Last time I saw him, he was as old as this boy."
The bald old man was a little bit emotional. He recalled: "I remember that Newt violated my "Reasonable Restraining of Underage Wizards Law" and used magic outside of school..."
"Later, I heard that he was fired not long after." The old man laughed, and he glared at Rove and said:
"Boy, you didn't use magic outside of school during the summer vacation, did you?!"
"..."
"Son, don't listen to his nonsense." A very small hunchbacked witch came over.
The witch is also very old, with wrinkles all over her face, like a spider web, she stretched out her hand and said:
"It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Geselda Marchban. I'm the director of the Wizarding Examinations Administration. I will be the invigilator for your O.W.L. exams and N.E.W.T. exams in the future."
"Of course." March class blinked and said: "The premise is that you have not been expelled from Hogwarts like your grandfather."
"..."
Of course Rove knew Geselda Marchban, he stretched out his hand and said respectfully:
"I heard Grandpa mentioned you. He said that you helped him a lot in the establishment of the "Law Prohibiting Animal Breeding Experiments."
"Little guy, don't pat your ass too much, I will help you even more." The bald old man laughed again:
"Guess who I am, if you guess right, there will be a reward."
"As far as I know, the Act on the Reasonable Restraining of Underage Wizards was passed by Minister Faris Spavin in 1875." Rove thought for a while.
"Since you said you made it, and at your age, it must be Minister Spavin, am I right?"
"Haha, it's me! The greatest minister of the British Ministry of Magic ever!" The old man laughed.
"Great? I only know that if you select the most annoying minister, you will definitely be elected." Marchban sarcastically said:
"If it wasn't for our Wizengamot's objection back then, you old bastard would still be planning to continue occupying the ministerial position!"
Faris Spavin became Minister in 1865, at the age of 109, and went on to serve for another thirty-eight years, the longest-serving Minister ever.
The deputy minister at the time, seeing that Sparven 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 position of minister as the deputy minister.
Unexpectedly, Sparvin has been waiting for a long time until now, when the deputy minister was dying, he left the famous last words:
How can there be a deputy minister of thirty-eight years in the world!
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