Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

This was no secret within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Arthur had begun the handover of work more than a month ago - the process went smoothly, with only the old wizard Perkins, who was almost due to retire, feeling quite troubled.

After reading it word by word, she raised her head and said sincerely: "In fact, I have always hoped that you can stay in the ministry and support my work, Arthur. But I also know that with all the intrigue here, it is actually difficult to display your talents and realize your ambitions."

"Thank you for your understanding, Amelia."

"We have been friends for more than 20 years. I wish you the best. I know that Lin En must have offered you a much higher salary than I did in the department." The usually serious director also joked, "The chief expert of Starlight Group, I believe that is a job that suits you very well. To be honest, if I were not really bad at that, I would also be tempted."

"So you knew that too." Arthur looked at his old friend with a little surprise. Although they were superiors and subordinates at work, they were actually of similar age and had quite a personal relationship, so he understood each other's workaholic nature better.

"I don't just sit in this office every day." Amelia looked at him helplessly. "Anyway, we are still in London, not too far away. The decoration of the storefront in Diagon Alley is not something to be hidden."

"That's true."

"Okay, I won't say any polite words to you. I wish you good luck in your future work." Amelia signed her name readily. "The procedures can be completed in about three days. When everything is ready, let's find a time to have a drink together? By the way, is there anything I can help you with? You've helped me a lot over the years."

"You've taken good care of me over the years." Arthur shook his head and said sincerely, "If I really want to say something, I should be the one thanking you."

"You...your son Percy is about to graduate, right?"

"Yes, next summer." Arthur's smile instantly became brighter when talking about his proud child. "You saw him last Christmas."

"Yes, I have met him, and we will be together often soon." Amelia smiled meaningfully. "Department of Magical Law Enforcement, personal assistant to the director and full-time liaison. Would this position satisfy you as a father?"

"...!"

"Why, so surprised?"

"No, I just think... he is too young. Is he not suitable?"

Arthur looked puzzled, "And what does this do to your reputation...?"

"I won't favor him just because he's Arthur Weasley's son. His performance last year proved that he can adapt well to these types of work." Amelia said nonchalantly, "Lynn also wrote me a letter a few days ago. I still trust his guarantee. And isn't it a good thing for me to personally take him through some experience?"

"Of course it's a good thing. I guess I have to buy you a drink." Arthur felt a lot of complicated emotions in his heart. "If there's anything you need me to do later, just let me know."

"Then I'm relieved." Amelia smiled and stood up, handed the signed resignation letter back to Arthur, hugged her old friend who had fought side by side with her for many years, and whispered, "I wish you all the best in your future career. You will definitely be able to accomplish many great things."

After saying this, she retreated lightly to her seat as if she had said nothing.

But Arthur knew that this old colleague and boss who seemed to be devoted to his work was not just a bureaucrat, nor was he a mouthpiece for Millicent Barnold.

Being able to make all parties other than Fudge feel trusted and appreciated is also a skill.

And she also has her own stance and inclinations.

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After saying goodbye to Amelia Bones and handing in his resignation letter to the person in charge, Arthur returned to his cleaned-up office and placed the key on the now empty desk that had once been piled with documents.

He took a last look at the room where he had struggled for many years, and at his old friend Perkins, smiled, closed the door, and walked towards the fireplace on the eighth floor.

"Diagon Alley."

Green flames rose, and his career in the Ministry of Magic basically came to an end. Only the final procedures would take some time to complete.

On the other side of the fire, the man in Diagon Alley had been waiting for a long time.

"Good afternoon, welcome, Mr. Weasley. I am Victor Roman, Lynn's friend. He has entrusted me to work with you and be responsible for the daily work of the British headquarters."

The former explorer now had a new look, dressed in a suit and tie, and there was no trace of his dusty and unkempt appearance in the past.

As he spoke, he stuffed a heavy purse into Arthur's hand.

"Hello, Victor, just call me Arthur. What are these...?"

"Everyone will get a resettlement allowance. Since you are the chief expert, of course you will get more. Let's talk while we walk. The headquarters has been basically arranged, and your studio has been decorated as required."

Victor, who loves to smile, is very friendly and can make people feel good about him involuntarily. This is also an important reason why Lin En asked him to help with daily coordination - on the other hand, his many years of career as an explorer have made him familiar with the customs and cultures of various countries and he has accumulated many connections.

Combined with Amanda and Alex's simultaneous health alerts - stemming from his repeated overdoses of Felix Felicis - this was the arrangement the Stargazers met to decide on.

In any case, he could no longer venture out as he had before.

"Of course." Arthur agreed. "Maybe we can start working as soon as possible. I also hope to produce new results as soon as possible."

"I'm relieved that you think so. We plan to hold the ceremony on Christmas Day and release the Star Generation and other products you designed on the same day."

On the road, Victor, who is also facing new opportunities and challenges, is full of enthusiasm. "The launch of the first generation of products means that the research and even production of new products has entered a critical period that cannot be delayed. This is what Lin En and Fei often say to us."

“It seems like they really put a lot of effort into it.”

"Of course, it's no exaggeration to say that I estimate that the two of them have invested at least half of their wealth in this." Victor said seriously, "Now most of the R&D personnel invited from various countries have arrived, and they are just waiting for you to take charge of the overall situation."

"Invited from various countries? This really makes me... a little excited."

“Of course, we are everywhere.”

Thinking of the scene when Euphemia came to tell him about this idea, Arthur felt as if it was just yesterday.

[Great changes always start from humble corners]

These words, which were obviously spoken by Lin En, moved him who was still hesitating, and also made him feel special about his future work.

He has always been very clear that although in the eyes of many people, he is an unremarkable person at work, who can only waste his life in trivial matters and tinker with some inferior gadgets in his spare time, but Lynn always respects him and is never stingy with praise and encouragement for his talents.

They could understand and appreciate each other - although he could not yet fully see the future that Lynn and Euphemia saw.

But this is not important, what is important is to take the first step.

As long as we embark on this unknown journey, all that follows is continued exploration.

The concept of [change] itself is the key to creating the future.

He was very happy to be involved, especially after he knew early on that his three sons had more or less gotten along with Lynn and the others.

Whether it was out of personal interaction, shared ideas, or the inherent sense of gratitude from his wife and his family, he had no reason to refuse this kindness and invitation.

Gringotts can be seen not far away.

Diagonally opposite it, on the side of the main road, a brand new office building is about to be completed.

Magic is magical and full of infinite possibilities - especially when it is combined with technology.

Chapter 282 Firebolt

"Are you really going to write this letter?"

In the Shrieking Shack, Lupin's mouth twitched slightly as he looked at Sirius who was writing furiously.

"Of course, the kid's broom was broken because of me, and I'm his godfather. If I don't buy him one, who will? This is an early Christmas present." Sirius said as a matter of course, using the quill pen that he hadn't touched for many years crookedly, "and those shorty guys only care about money, not people."

"That's what I said, but..." Lupin looked hesitant, "Is it appropriate? That's a firebolt, it might be flying too fast, right?"

Lupin's mind recalled Lily's appearance when she was alive.

If she were still alive, and heard that her son was going to ride this thing into the sky, she would probably turn Sirius into a blooming fish first.

But the foolish and wealthy godfather obviously didn't think so much. He just said excitedly: "It's okay! I've seen that kid train, and he flies more professionally than his father!"

Before he finished speaking, he put down his pen, bit his right thumb, and pressed it.

The blood of the Black family is the best token, and goblins recognize it.

He could also buy one or more makeshift wands on the black market - he had had enough of wandless spellcasting - if all went well.

But he didn't notice Lupin's slightly embarrassed and struggling expression, and his invisible eye that didn't even have any magical fluctuations.

It's hidden in the walls of the Shrieking Shack.

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[Black sneaks into Hogwarts] This major event, which would have caused panic under normal circumstances, did not have much impact on the school in the autumn, not even outside the school.

The Daily Prophet said nothing about it, nor did any other mainstream media. Only The Quibbler published a special report, but the content was mainly based on Xenophilius Lovegood's speculations and fabrications, which was of little interest and did not cause any response.

Harry, who had no minor skin injuries, was quickly discharged from the hospital and learned from Professor Lupin about Sirius, Peter Pettigrew and his parents - including, of course, Professor Lupin himself.

Facing this good friend of his father's youth, he asked to learn the Patronus Charm, although he first came into contact with this magic in Lynn's class.

Lupin hesitated for a long time, but finally agreed and allowed Harry to come to his office for tutoring every Wednesday night.

This was particularly exciting for the young wizard who was troubled by Dementors.

He believed that it would not be long before he would no longer hear the voices of his parents as they died when he faced the Dementors - although that would make him feel as if his parents were still by his side, it would only bring him deeper pain.

Moreover, their rematch with Hufflepuff would be held at the beginning of the new semester, and even with Dumbledore's guarantee, he had to be prepared.

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November passed calmly and swiftly, and soon it was the end of the month.

With Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tied, the second House Cup match was between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, who won by a hair's breadth after a long battle.

This result with a small score difference is the most beneficial to other competitors. Harry can clearly feel the momentum of the Gryffindor team rising steadily, including his own - except for the Nimbus 2000 that is beyond repair and he doesn't know how to appear on the stage.

The Comet series in the academy's inventory is slower than a bird flying in the sky. It is undoubtedly a pipe dream to use it to compete with Cedric who owns Nimbus 2001.

This left Harry feeling frustrated and confused, until one ordinary yet special morning.

At that time, he was having dinner with two good friends, and he and several classmates complained about Snape's disgusting words and deeds in yesterday's class.

A group of owls flew in from the window with letters, flapping their wings and dropping packages next to the little wizards - some unlucky ones were not paying attention or could not use the levitation spell well, so they were splashed with pumpkin porridge all over.

Harry and Ron should have been among them, but it was Ginny, who was sitting nearby, who reacted quickly and saved their robes, which they had only worn two days ago.

"Someone has sent you something, Harry." Looking at the recipient on the package, Ron was a little curious. He rarely saw Harry receiving letters, especially a long, heavy package.

"I don't know..." Harry shook his head. "Let's open it and take a look."

As they spoke, they worked together to tear open the outer packaging of the package, and a beautiful, shiny broom rolled into his legs, making him so surprised that he couldn't breathe.

"Oh my God……"

Seamus was covering his mouth, trying not to scream, and so was Dean Thomas.

Harry swallowed.

"I can't believe this." His voice was hoarse. "Firebolt."

What appeared before his eyes was the same broom that had made him linger in Diagon Alley in the past, full of speed and streamlined beauty - the only difference was the number.

It reflects the lights of the auditorium all over, shining brightly.

"There is no name or accompanying text. Where does it come from?" Hermione had checked the package vigilantly and was not as happy as others. "Who would give Harry such a valuable thing without leaving a name or any information?"

Ron and Harry, as well as the little lions who turned their heads when they heard the noise, could no longer hear the second half of her sentence.

Deafening cheers echoed throughout the auditorium, with the loudest shout coming from Captain Wood.

He was like a slender, brown-haired baboon, swooping down from a long distance.

"This is the Firebolt! The best flying broom! An international-level professional broom!"

Eager to win, he hugged Harry, who was also very excited, and said, "I'm sure that with this, you can fly better than Diggory!"

What responded to him was a roar like a tsunami - even other colleges could hear it clearly, especially the two that were not far away.

Through the gaps in the crowd, Harry saw Draco Malfoy's livid face.

And a figure approaching from afar with a serious look on his face.

The roar of the little lions came and went quickly.

As Professor McGonagall walked into the crowd, they suddenly felt as if their fate was being grasped by the scruff of the neck, and they remained silent.

Harry held on to his broom tightly, half of his body huddled behind Wood.

He already had a bad feeling.

That's exactly what happened.

Professor McGonagall took it from Harry's hands with shining eyes and examined it from top to bottom, as if she were touching a work of art.

But soon, she realized her duty and put it back.

"Potter, this is indeed a Firebolt," she said in a deep voice, "Do you know who gave it to you?"

"I don't know, Professor," Harry answered honestly.

"It is so..." Mag nodded, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'll have to take it away from you for now."

"Why?!"

Before Harry could say anything, Wood became anxious.