"Gross!"

A slight explosion squeezed away the dust floating in the air, and at six o'clock in the morning, the bustling and lively city center was at the threshold of day and night, and the energetic young people had finished their wonderful nightlife and went home to rest, while the middle-aged people who were rushing for life had just left their warm and comfortable beddings, and they were tidying up and grooming.

"Looks like we're lucky, Hagrid, and didn't run into those crazy reporters—"

Amosta's gaze left the towering office buildings on either side, to the bleak side street of companies and run-down taverns that seemed to have been out of business for a long time, and finally to Hagrid, who had collapsed and vomited on the ground.

"What's wrong, Hagrid, not quite used to being revealed?"

Amosta raised her brow in surprise.

"Excuse me, Professor--"

Hagrid wiped a handful of snot and tears from his face, and said weakly,

"My longest use of transportation is the train and my own legs. Apparition, seriously, the last time I experienced this was when I was expelled from Hogwarts, and Professor Dumbledore took me to the Ministry of Magic for trial."

Amosta couldn't help but laugh as he pulled out his wand to help Hagrid clean the vomit from his clothes, and by the way, helped him hide the smell from his body.

"What's next—"

Amosta wandered from side to side with a blank look, rummaging through his mind for memories of the Ministry, which, to be honest, hadn't been to the Ministry in two years.

The last time I visited here, it was just after graduation, it was the first time I entered the underground world of Diagon Alley, because the mission required a trip abroad, he would be quite obedient, and he came here to go through the wizard entry and exit procedures.

"Go this way, Professor—"

Hagrid, who often ran errands for Dumbledore around the country, was obviously more experienced, and he led Amosta to a dilapidated red telephone booth - the paint on it was peeling off in large chunks, the glass on three sides was mostly shattered, and the only microphone in the pavilion was hanging in the air, and it looked like a vandal was trying to rip him off.

"It's still the same--"

Amosta looked like he had a toothache,

"Why doesn't anyone think about fixing it?"

"Maybe it's because of a wizard like me."

Hagrid laughed sheepishly,

"I'll tell you a secret, Professor Bryan, I made the few pieces of broken glass on the floor--"

Very good, very strong reason.

Amosta didn't think the phone booth could accommodate him and Hagrid at the same time, but to his surprise, the walls of the booth were squeezing the two of them, but they managed to squeeze in.

"Well, hagrid, raise your hand and make room for me to dial-"

Amosta's face was distorted against the innermost iron sheet, and he muttered.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor!"

Hagrid's body shook for a moment, and the phone booth immediately creaked, and half of the broken glass embedded in the window frame snapped outside.

"I hope the Ministry of Magic won't ask me for a claim, so I'll think about it, 62442?"

A cold woman's voice then appeared in the phone booth,

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

Amosta struggled to keep his face away from the cold iron sheet,

"Well, Amosta Blaine, and Rubeus Hagrid, were invited to the press conference and the awards."

"Thanks--"

The woman's cold voice rang out again, "Guest, please pick up the badge and pin it in front of your clothes." ”

Two boxy silver badges slipped out of the metal chute, and it took a lot of effort for Amosta and Hagrid to place the badges on their clothes.

Wizards seem to have a penchant for putting important institutions underground, whether it's the Ministry of Magic, the Fairy Bank, or the Underworld, all buried deep underground, and the point is, the way to get in is just as bad.

A minute later, they were standing at the end of a long golden hall, with polished wooden floors and peacock-blue ceilings inlaid with glittering gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board.

The walls on all four sides are decorated with jet-black and shiny floors, and many gilded fireplaces are embedded in wooden panels. Most of the regular employees of the Ministry of Magic commute to work through these fireplaces, or travel around the country on business or even abroad.

The press conference was scheduled for ten o'clock in the morning, and the normal working hours of the Ministry of Magic were eight o'clock, and the hall of the Ministry of Magic was empty, and there were few people in sight, except for a man dozing off his table next to the famous Fountain of the Magic Brothers.

"Whew-"

As soon as he entered the magnificent underground halls of the Ministry of Magic, Hagrid visibly became nervous, even though he knew in his heart that he was here to receive a commendation and not to be put on trial.

"Don't worry, Hagrid--"

Amosta smiled and soothed,

"Your appeal is simple, Fudge will help."

Hagrid swallowed, nodded nervously, and followed Amosta forward.

The two men approached the Fountain of the Magical Brothers, one after the other, and the young wizard with the 'Security Check' sign on his head was more alert than expected, and Amosta had not intended to disturb his rest, but the sound of Hagrid's heavy footsteps revived him.

"Hey, wait--"

Eric, who was looking at the door in Fudge's mouth, tried to blink his sleepy eyes and staggered to his feet,

"Don't forget to follow the rules, gentlemen--"

Eric said to Amosta with a hache.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just didn't want to disturb your rest."

Amosta smiled and stepped back.

"Oh, it's Hagrid, you don't have to bother, I remember you don't have a wand."

Although there were still many people in front of him, the huge figure in front of him immediately let Eric know who it was, and he reached out and took the wand handed by Amosta.

He threw his wand into the brass scale, and the machine began to vibrate slightly, and as he waited, Eric snapped a few more gasps and whispered things like 'why do you always put me on the night shift?'

"Oh, let me see--"

Eric rubbed his eyes, struggling to recognize,

"Ebony, twelve inches long, the core of the rod is the heart nerve of the dragon. Well, it took 12 years. ”

Eric muttered weakly, poking the parchment on the brass nail with the results of the test, and slowly handed his wand back, and when his gaze followed his hand to Amosta's smiling face, Eric Munch shuddered violently, and his sleepy eyes suddenly widened and his face was full of incredulity.

"Oh my God!"

Eric exclaimed, rubbing his eyes again

"Amosta, it's you?"

"yes, it's been a while, Munch, how are you doing—"

Amosta's smile deepened, and he bowed his head.

"What, you know?"

Hagrid asked, curly, with a fussed beard.

"Of course I know Amosta, Hagrid, have you forgotten, Bill and I are in the same class!"

Eric suppressed his excitement, but his voice trembled,

"You killed nearly a hundred werewolves, including Greyback, right, that's what the ministry said. That's amazing, you're the only one of our graduates that year who is now a big local person! ”

Eric Munch and Amosta are indeed in the same class, but one is Gryffindor and the other is Slytherin, and the two don't have much to do with each other when they are in school, but the two houses often take Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes together, so they are just familiar.

"It's not my job alone to take out the werewolf tribe of Greyback, the Ministry of Magic has played a big part in this."

Amosta smiled inwardly,

"Speaking of which, there weren't many people in our class who entered the Ministry of Magic, and Bill was originally invited, but unfortunately, he gave up in the end."

Eric smiled and nodded, he didn't seem to care what Amosta was talking to, it was just a great honor to be able to talk to him.

Last year, there was a gathering of Gryffindor graduates, and Prian and Philoa attended, and when I told them that you had overturned the rumored Slytherin Chamber and subdued the basilisk, he was still shivering, oh, ho, it seems that you did scare them out of the way!"

Eric talks about the events with great interest, and the two men who caused Amosta to rage at the time only smiled when they heard his name again years later.

(End of chapter)