Chapter 698: Advise and choose heroes
Chapter 698: Making suggestions and selecting heroes
The conditions were limited when I was in the tribe of giants. They all lived in tents. Every time they slept, they would either be awakened by the giants' thunderous snoring, or they would be kept awake by the sounds of fighting and roaring.
Now after returning to St. Catchpol Village, Kyle didn't even eat dinner and went straight back to his room.
Kyle slept until noon and then walked out of the room to eat something simple.
But by the afternoon, he did not choose to stay at home, but went directly to the Ministry of Magic.
When he arrived at the main hall, Chris happened to come back from outside.
“Why are you here at this time?”
While waiting for the elevator, Chris asked: "Don't you want to rest for a while?"
"It's not necessary. A morning's rest is enough." Kyle shook his head and said, "How is the dementor?"
“It’s very troublesome.” Chris sighed, “Everyone from the ministry who knows how to cast the Patronus Charm has been sent out, but there are still not enough.
“But speaking of which, thank you very much for letting Cedric come to work at the Ministry of Magic. He has helped a lot these days.”
At this time, the elevator arrived and the two of them walked in together.
There was a person running towards this place in the distance, gesticulating as he ran, as if he wanted them to wait for a while.
However, there was a tacit understanding between the two of them, but neither of them had any intention of helping, and the elevator door was quickly closed.
“How is the situation over there at the giant?” Chris asked in a low voice after the elevator started operating.
"It's been resolved." Kyle said, "The giants fought a big battle to choose the new Gugo. In a short time, we shouldn't have to worry about them participating in the war."
"That's good. If there are giants joining the war, it won't be good news for us." Chris said, "Oh, by the way, don't tell your mother about this. She doesn't know where you and Newt are leaving. Looking for giants.”
“I understand…” Kyle nodded.
The elevator first stopped at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures floor.
Chris just walked out, thought for a while, then turned back and said: "I suggest you don't go to Arthur, including his entire floor... Fred and George have been asking about your time recently. Come back."
“I know.” Kyle rubbed his forehead.
To be honest, he originally planned to hide for a while.
Soon, the elevator stopped again.
“One floor…”
Kyle walked out of the elevator, walked forward, and stopped in front of the most magnificent golden door in the middle of the corridor.
Minister’s Office.
Kyle knocked on the door…
"Come in."
The room is not as big as expected, but it is very elegant. Like the principal's room in Hogwarts, the walls here also have portraits of previous ministers of magic hanging on them.
But they all had their eyes closed, as if they were asleep... But Kyle knew very well that the portrait did not need to sleep.
Fudge was sitting at a huge rosewood table. When he saw Kyle coming in, he smiled and asked:
“Oh, Kyle, are you done?”
“Yes, it’s over,” Kyle said.
"So, you haven't encountered any danger." Fudge stood up and said, "Originally, I didn't agree to let you and Mr. Scamander solve the giant problem together. After all, you haven't graduated yet, but Dumbledore insisted. Think you're ok.
“You know, he’s always been stubborn about certain things, and even I can’t convince him.”
"Fortunately, with Mr. Scamander here, we didn't encounter any danger." Kyle said.
"But why is the news I received different from what you said?" Fudge's expression became serious, "Let a student who has not yet graduated face the giant Gugo alone. If Diana knew about it, she would definitely smash me. Office.
“And I personally don’t agree with you doing such a dangerous thing.”
“I’m sorry, Minister,” Kyle said. “I was too impulsive. I thought I could handle it. You know, I always did very well in school.”
"Giants don't appear in Hogwarts classrooms." Fudge said with a straight face, but soon he laughed again.
“But you did it, didn’t you? A sixteen-year-old student defeated the giant Gogo alone and saved the wizarding world from a catastrophe. This was enough to earn you the Order of Merlin, First Class.
“In fact, I did the same thing, but those old men of Sir Merlin seem to be more willing to believe that Mr. Scamander did it, and you just helped a little.”
“There’s no way around it.” Kyle said, “And the final resolution of the giant incident is indeed inseparable from Mr. Scamander.”
"Yeah, you're right..." Fudge said, but he didn't seem to care very much. "I will continue to help you fight for this matter. Now can you tell me what happened in the past few days? I want to know more details about the incident."
“Of course, Minister.”
Afterwards, Kyle spent an hour recounting to Fudge what had happened in the past few days.
The main thing is that there is nothing to hide. Newt said after he went there on the first day that the door key he used was completely legal, which meant that the Ministry of Magic knew about it from the beginning.
Including him killing the giant Gugo... There was no one else around at that time, so you don't have to think about it to know who told Fudge.
He said it again now, and it was considered a report.
An hour later, Fudge whispered: "It seems that Dumbledore is not hiding anything..."
“Minister, what did you just say?”
“Oh, nothing?”
Fudge quickly shook his head, "I mean you've been working hard recently, so I should give you a few days off, but..."
He looked embarrassed, "I'm afraid you don't know that the Ministry is very short of manpower right now. The Death Eaters have been very active recently, which has made people panic. Many people, including me, haven't come back for three consecutive days." Home."
"I understand, Minister." Kyle said smoothly: "And I have already taken it upon myself to give myself half a day off, as long as my salary is not deducted."
"Haha, that's right. I'm going to give you a salary increase." Fudge said with a smile, "So do you have any good suggestions? Based on the current situation."
"I think we should print some pamphlets to teach everyone how to protect themselves during this critical period." Kyle thought for a while and said: "In addition, we also need to improve everyone's morale as soon as possible and let them see the Ministry of Magic. Determination."
Fudge's eyes lit up. He just said it casually. He didn't expect Kyle to really have a way.
“Don’t be in a hurry, speak slowly.”
He waved his magic wand, and there was immediately a glass of butterbeer on the table.
"Thank you." Kyle picked up the butterbeer and drank it in one gulp, and then continued: "The first is the self-help booklet. Leave this to me. I will bring it over tomorrow morning. If you are sure there is no problem, just It can be distributed to everyone along with the Daily Prophet."
"No problem." Fudge said simply, "Then how can we improve morale?"
"How about establishing a few heroes." Kyle thought for a moment and said, "What people need most now are heroes."
“I thought so too.” Fudge looked happy. "So do you have any candidates?"
“How about Harry Potter,” Kyle said. “The savior, perfect for this situation.”
Fudge nodded. In fact, he had been doing the same thing recently. There was news about Harry Potter in the newspapers every day.
"And Deputy Minister Umbridge..." Kyle continued: "As a pioneer against the Death Eaters, her name is now more of a morale booster than Harry Potter."
"Dolores..." Fudge hesitated. "But she is still at St. Mungo's right now. She was tortured by the Cruciatus Curse twice in a row. Her condition is very bad. What if the Death Eaters go to St. Mungo's again."
“Ah, I know.”
Kyle said, "But Minister, as far as the current situation is concerned, the story of a tragic hero can inspire the courage in people's hearts more than the savior star."
Fudge seemed to have thought of something and didn't say anything more. He just waved his hand and said, "I need to think about this matter again."
"Of course." Kyle said, "If nothing happens, Minister, I will go back and draft a self-help booklet first."
"Ah, go quickly." Fudge said, "Remember to be detailed enough."
“I know.” Kyle nodded.
Then he left the room and returned to his office next door.
Just as Kyle opened the door, two arms were put on his shoulders, one on the left and one on the right.
“Hey, look who’s back…”
"Our senior assistant minister..." Fred and George squinted their eyes and stared at Kyle sadly.
"Don't be so impulsive." Kyle quickly raised his hands to his head, "I have my own reasons."
“Explain it…”
“If you can’t satisfy us, you’re dead!”
"I'm doing this for your own good." Kyle broke away from the two men's arms and quibbled...explained: "You have graduated now, so you have to think about your family. Your department was previously under the Department of Prohibition of the Misuse of Muggle Items. of.
“Think about how much more work Mr. Weasley would have to do if you didn’t come to the Ministry to help.”
Fred and George did not speak.
They have been so busy these past few days that they don't even have time to eat every day. There are only a few people in the Department for Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Articles. If they were all pushed to them, Mr. Weasley might not even have time to go home and sleep.
"Don't try to lie to us..." Fred said, "This is obviously the job of the Department of Legal Enforcement."
"Are you sure?" Kyle raised his eyebrows, "Don't tell me you haven't discovered that most fake and shoddy defense products are made of Muggle stuff."
“You’re right.” Fred muttered, “Then why didn’t you tell us in advance.”
“I told you in advance that there is still a surprise.” Kyle walked to the table and sat down. "Besides, Cedric and I are both at the Ministry of Magic. Is it appropriate for you to live happily outside? Don't you feel guilty about it?"
“Not really,” Fred blurted out.
George nodded, “We have a very good conscience.”
"In that case, you can go." Kyle said, "Go directly to Diagon Alley to open a store tomorrow. No need to come. As for the minister, I will tell you."
Fred and George were stunned for a moment, as if they didn't expect Kyle to say that.
"you sure?"
“Can we really leave the Ministry of Magic?”
"Of course." Kyle said, "But you will have to find other people for your work now, and I can't really blame everything on Mr. Weasley."
Fred and George looked at each other.
"Look what you said, we were just joking, how could you take it seriously." Fred quickly changed his face.
"Yes." George also smiled and said, "Now is the time when the Ministry of Magic is most in need of people. It would be too selfish for us to leave at this time. No, absolutely not."
"Besides, you and Cedric are our best friends. How could we not help and go out to have fun alone?"
The two of them were singing and talking in harmony, and their attitudes were completely different from a minute ago.
There is nothing we can do about it.
They don't know how many fake defense products and illegal magic props they have confiscated in the past few days.
Although the things are fake, they bring them many creative ideas that they have never thought of before. With a little modification, they can become real, and they are very popular.
In less than two weeks, more than a dozen new products were added to their Weasley joke shop, and they were very popular.
For example, the anti-dementor necklace sold two days ago, sold twenty pieces in one day, but they still had no time and could only make twenty pieces.
And more importantly, this department is for magic props stores. If someone else is in charge, they will probably check them ten times a day, and the store will not be able to open by then.
Fred and George had no doubt that Kyle could definitely do such a shameless thing.
Thinking of this, the two people immediately took out the butterbeer and biscuits and put them on Kyle's table.
"You must be very busy these days..."
“Try it, mom just baked it this morning, it tastes great.”
Kyle didn’t reveal their little thoughts and casually took a piece of biscuit and put it into his mouth.
It tastes really good.
Then he took out another pile of parchment.
“What are you doing?” George asked curiously.
"Nonsense, I must have to work." Kyle said, "I have to write a booklet to teach everyone how to protect themselves."
"This is a good thing." Fred rolled his eyes and said, "I think everyone needs some magical magic props to protect themselves now."
"For example, against Dementors..." George said, "I know there is a thing that, as long as it is broken, can create a large piece of Patronus Silver Mist. Although it is not a real Patronus, it can also resist Dementors for a while. Time, take the opportunity to escape.”
“What’s more important is that it’s not expensive, only ten galleons…”
“Oh?” Kyle stopped the quill in his hand. "Then where can I buy something like this?"
“37 Diagon Alley,” said Fred.
37 Diagon Alley is the location of Weasley's Joke Shop.
Kyle naturally knew this, but he did not refuse immediately. After thinking for a moment, he asked: "Is it really useful?"
Because they are right, in this case, in addition to personal strength, some necessary props can also play a vital role.
After all, magic props do not require incantations or wands, so they are the most convenient method. The only drawback is probably the high price.
“I promise.” George said seriously, “Don’t forget what we do, we can’t destroy our own sign.
“And Tonks and Moody both saw it, and they bought two on the spot, which is enough to explain the problem.”
Kyle tapped his fingers on the table. If even the Auror found it useful, then it would be no problem.
Kyle said tentatively: "If you can lower it to five galleons, I can write the location of your shop on the booklet..."
"This is impossible." Fred said categorically, "It is not easy to store the Patronus Charm. You need the horn of a unicorn and the blood of a fire dragon to carve the magic text. The cost is seven Galleons and fifteen Sickles. This is still Not counting our production costs.”
“Then six Galleons…”
“I told you, the cost is only seven galleons and fifteen sickles, we really didn’t lie to you…”
"Don't worry." Kyle interrupted George, "For every piece sold, the Ministry of Magic will subsidize you one Galleons, how about it."
"But there's no point in making money." Fred frowned, "Although we also want to do something for the magic world, we can't sell things for fifteen cents. Let's make up a little more, even if we add more It’s a galleon.”
"If you say too many words, Fudge may not agree." Kyle shook his head and said, "Without Lucius Malfoy, a generous sponsor, the Ministry of Magic will not have much money.
"And some things can't be measured by Galleons alone. This is a booklet for all wizards, and it is also the best advertisement. If it succeeds, Weasley's Joke Shop will become famous."
Fred and George hesitated.
Kyle is right, this is the best opportunity to build the reputation of the shop. Perhaps overnight, the name of Weasley's Joke Shop will spread throughout the wizarding world, and the benefits of this will undoubtedly be huge.
But at the same time, the more people buy, the more they lose.
Fifteen cents a piece is not much, but a hundred pieces, or a thousand pieces...
They will all be bankrupt by then, so what’s the use of being famous.
Fred and George wanted to refuse, but they really couldn't bear the opportunity...
“We really shouldn’t have come today.” Fred said through gritted teeth.
If they had not come, there would be no need to face this dilemma.
The two of them paced back and forth in Kyle's office, unable to make up their mind for a long time.
“Maybe there is another way.”
Seeing that they were unable to make a decision, Kyle thought for a while and said: "The Ministry of Magic should have a way to buy cheaper fire dragon blood and unicorn horns."
“As long as the cost can be reduced, we will have no problem.” Fred and George said at the same time: “We can even just charge the cost price, no matter how much it is.”
"Don't worry, I just said it's possible." Kyle said, "After all, I haven't heard about this kind of thing before, so I need to ask first."
"It doesn't matter," George said. "It doesn't matter if it just costs us a few fewer sickles."
“Of course, it would be best if we don’t lose money.” Fred added.
(End of this chapter)