Amelia dealt with the accident that caused Hagrid and Hermione a headache lightly, and also showed her abilities and the convenience of her rights to Amosta.

Seriously, for a short moment, Amosta really considered whether to come to the Ministry of Magic to wade into troubled waters, but he immediately woke up, yes, under a stable social order, power is indeed a very useful thing, but when the social order moves towards chaos, his own power has more power.

Moreover, once he stepped into the whirlpool of power, it was not so easy to be alone, just like Amelia in front of him.

Amelia Bones has always had a good reputation in the wizarding world, and is regarded as an upright wizard, but even a person like her, in the midst of a power struggle, has to do everything she can to increase her leverage if she doesn't want to be kicked out.

"Oh, ho-ho, look who this is!"

A minute before eight o'clock, a series of footsteps suddenly came from outside the office door, and Connelly Fudge, the leader, pushed open the door of his office and saw Amosta on the sofa.

"Good morning, Minister Fudge, you look good-"

Amosta stood up, gave Fudge a shallow hug, and said with a smile.

"Yes, because there is a wonderful young man who has helped the Ministry of Magic solve a big problem!"

Connelly winked at Amosta, his expression was not to mention very kind, and then, as if he suddenly remembered, he patted his head, turned sideways, and introduced Amosta to the few people who followed him into the office,

"Rufus and Dolores, you've seen them that night, Amosta, these two are Amelia and my right-hand man, and without him, we won't be able to deal with the intricacies!"

Fudge said with a smile.

Amosta noticed a flash of displeasure in Amelia's eyes, and he realized that something was wrong, and that what Fudge had said was nothing more than a kind word.

Not to mention the sudden change of attitude when they met again, Dolores Umbridge, the senior undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, who was smiling coquettishly.

Rufus Scrimgeour may not be in the same trench as Amelia, he is the head of the Auror Office, and he is subordinate to the subordinate department of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but when Amelia received her, she did not take the subordinates who are responsible for the most critical departments in this department, but Rufus followed behind Fudge's ass, which should be considered an overhead.

Amosta had three confronts with Rufus, the first time sending him to St Mungo, the second time he had been screaming at him a few nights earlier, and the third time was now.

Amosta understood why the Auror chief of staff was cold to him.

Judging from the way Rufus behaved that night when he saw himself using the Fire Charm, this was a master who could not rub sand in his eyes, and that the Aurors had tracked Greyback for so many years without any avail, but they had somehow planted it in his own hands, which was almost telling everyone that the Aurors were a bunch of waste.

"Ahem, there's this—"

Fudge's smile was a little unnatural, and his eyes were directed towards the last wizard to walk into the office.

"The director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the famous Barty Crouch, there is no one in the British wizarding world who does not know him, including you, of course, right, Amosta?"

Full of malice.

Whether it is from the order of introduction, or the tone of voice, Amosta senses his malice towards Barty Crouch in Fudge's attitude.

Barty Crouch is a man in his fifties, and unlike Fudge, who is chubby, always a mix-and-match style, and who wears a kind smile most of the time, Crouch has a straight waist, stiff movements, and wears a spotlessly broad suit and a tie without a hint of wrinkles. The short black hair was also untidy, and the straight seam in the middle of the parted hairstyle was like a ruler, and his toothbrush-version, narrow mustache seemed to be trimmed like a slide ruler.

Amosta read coldness in Crouch's gaze at him, not hostility or disgust.

That's a lot of fun.

Now, it is impossible for Barty Crouch not to know that the ministry is ready to push him to carry Sirius's black cauldron, and this almost means that his plans to go further in his position have been completely frustrated, normally, Barty Crouch will definitely be very resentful of himself, and his expression in front of himself now can only indicate one thing, that is, Fudge did not say the idea on his own.

While Amosta's mind was racing, Barty Crouch stared at Amosta, his brow furrowed imperceptibly.

As a long-standing high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, Crouch has seen many outstanding young wizards from all walks of life over the years, but each of them has been more or less helpless and nervous under his own oppressive gaze.

Only the head of the Hogwarts Student Safety Office, Amosta Blaine, who looked to be in his early twenties, couldn't help but feel a wave of fear when his eyes fell into those lilac eyes, but he felt a palpitation in the fierceness that inadvertently flashed in those heterochromatic eyes.

Connelly hadn't believed it when he told himself that it was just a young wizard who had killed Greyback and his horde of werewolves, but now he was seven or eight percent convinced.

Now in this room, the person in the worst mood must be Barty Crouch.

Twelve years ago, his Death Eater's son had ruined his hopes of becoming Minister of Magic, and after twelve years of hard work, the people of the wizarding world had gradually forgotten the scandal that happened to him back then, but he did not expect that a political achievement of that year would pull him into the abyss today.

If it had been before, Barty Crouch would certainly not mind a few words of greeting this young wizard who had come out of nowhere, but now, he was not in the mood at all, so he just nodded at Amosta with a tiger face.

At present, several people in the office are strong contenders for the next Minister of Magic, and since he has chosen to support Amelia Bones, it is naturally inconvenient to be too affectionate with others, so Amosta just nodded at Old Batipi with a smile.

The atmosphere in the room was a little cold, and Fudge looked a little embarrassed, Amelia stood up at the right time, smiled and said to Fudge,

"Amosta and I just talked about the situation at school, Connelly, and I think the most important thing should be communicated by you."

"Oh, thank you for giving me this honor, Amelia—"

Fudge immediately smiled and asked everyone to find a seat and sit down, and then, looking at Amosta affectionately,

"Merlin's Order of the First Class - we urgently contacted the Medal Evaluation Office under the International Confederation of Wizards, it was difficult, but it was done, I said last summer."

"Thank you from the bottom of my heart!"

The unfazed Amosta still pretended to be a little surprised.

"In addition, after deliberation and decision by the Ministry, the Ministry will invite you to serve as the wizard of the Wizengamot Inquisition, a senior advisor to the Ministry of Magic, and of course, the bounty on Greyback and his werewolves plus the bounty originally prepared for Sirius, a total of 70,000 gold Galleons will be given to you!"

That's a practical benefit, and the smile on Amosta's face is a little more sincere.

"We've also secured some extra titles for you, Amosta,"

Fudge said happily,

"Dumbledore, Honorary Vice President of the League Against the Dark Arts, is the Honorary President, and we got in touch with Wizarding Weekly, a well-known magazine in the wizarding world, and this year's 'Most Charming Smile Award' belongs to you, Amosta, I bet your picture must be more eye-catching than Gilderoy Lockhart on the cover of the magazine, after all, that annoying liar just stole the story of a wizard who helped a small village get rid of the dangers of werewolves, and you, but you actually killed such a werewolf!"

Phew, that's unlucky!

The smile on Amosta's face froze.

(End of chapter)