"Training?"

Hermione was also thinking about why Sirius suddenly entered the Ministry of Magic, obviously from the previous communication, it was easy to see that Sirius did not particularly appreciate Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, she subconsciously asked back, and then immediately reacted,

"Training situation! Oh, that's right! ”

Hermione tensed nervously, facing Professor Bryan, she recalled everyone's progress in training in a very short time, but this did not make her feel relaxed, but instead looked a little ashamed,

"No one has yet been able to run to the finish line under the attack of the big dung eggs, Professor-"

The expected rebuke didn't come, and Professor Bryan just nodded slightly, still looking at himself.

Hermione took a deep breath to ease her nervousness, and then, 1510, gave a report on most of the people's situation.

The best performer was not Hufflepuff's Cedric Diggory, in fact, he could only finish third, without being attacked by the big dungball, Luna was the closest to the finish, and Neville was second, of course, she and Harry were also at the top of the list.

Amosta was not particularly surprised by this result, but smacked his lips with a little disappointment,

"I was planning to finish your training in the first half of the school year, and now it seems that the time may need to be delayed--"

Looking at Hermione, who lowered her head and stared at the coffee table, clenching her fists guiltily, Amosta shook her head slightly,

"Don't feel guilty, I'm not blaming you, Hermione, it's not that easy in the first place, that's why I've picked what I think is the best little wizard to join in, and there's a new content for this class."

Harry and Hermione were both beneficiaries of Professor Brian's lesson, and without this training, there might have been something terrible that would have happened on the night of the Quidditch final!

Neither of them would take Professor Blaine's lesson lightly, and even when he heard that something new was coming, Harry immediately stopped thinking and looked at Professor Blaine expectantly.

"I'll tell you on Wednesday night, and now, you can go back to your business—"

Amosta doesn't plan to reveal the secret now, he said with a smile.

Harry knew it was time to leave, he and Hermione got up and walked to the door, but just as his hand touched the cool doorknob, he thought of his doubts, this was a good opportunity to answer, the one who knew everything was in this office, and if he didn't ask for advice, there was no one who could help him get into the confusion.

"Professor Blaine—"

Harry turned his head to look at Professor Brian, who was running in front of the fireplace, and said softly,

"Can I ask you some questions?"

"It's a professor's job to help students answer their questions, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

Amosta blew on the floating leaves in the teapot and smiled.

Hermione knew at once that Harry was not asking for magical knowledge, and that what he wanted to ask was still what he had said in the Great Hall earlier, and she didn't stop it, because she was also confused.

"About Bertha Jorkins—"

Harry plucked up courage and said,

"You know she's dead, don't you, the witch who died at Voldemort's hands and Voldemort's gang, she was captured by you and imprisoned in Azkaban, she also knew about it, but the newspaper said that the Ministry of Magic still thinks Bertha Jorkins is missing--"

Amosta was silent for a few seconds, then smiled,

"You must be more than just one thing, why don't you say it all?"

So, Harry and Hermione, who were about to leave, returned to the couch.

After listening to Harry's string of questions, Amosta didn't answer immediately, he lowered his head, rubbed his fingers against the edge of the hot cup, and the deep gaze in his lilac eyes fell on the turquoise leaves in the cup, floating and colliding in the water, and after a long time, he said lightly,

"What do you think is the point of existence of an organization like the Ministry of Magic?"

What is the meaning of the Ministry of Magic?

Harry blinked in confusion, not understanding what Professor Bryan was trying to say, and Hermione's frown furrowed after a moment's thought,

"The Ministry of Magic is the organization responsible for managing wizards, professor, and the purpose of its existence, I think, is to maintain order."

"It's not class, or I'll give you five points, Hermione—"

Amosta nodded, and looked at the little witch full of aura with appreciation,

"Yes, that's right, the Ministry of Magic exists to maintain order, or rather, stability. And the core of all your problems points to one point, and that is - Voldemort. ”

Hermione pursed her lips, her shoulders shrinking slightly.

"But so what--" Harry still didn't understand, "he's alive, that's something that many people know. ”

"Knowing doesn't mean you're willing to face—"

Amosta said calmly,

"Everyone thinks that although Voldemort is not dead, he has been completely defeated by you, hiding in some dark corner abroad, never daring to return to this country, and if they know that Voldemort is not as fragile as they expected, and that one day it is possible to recover his mana and re-operate in this country, the people will panic, and the Ministry of Magic is also composed of ordinary wizards, and they can't accept it either--I don't think you don't know how afraid wizards are of that person, except for a limited number of people, right?"

Harry fell silent, how could he not know.

He still remembered the horror Hagrid had shown when he was forced to say the word 'Voldemort' to himself during the summer vacation of his birthday at the age of eleven, and told him that he was actually a wizard.

One person's panic can't cause anything, but the panic of the vast majority of people is definitely a big problem.

"You may think that lying to the public is a shameful act, but the consequences of telling the truth and the resulting panic leading to the collapse of the social order are even more serious."

Young wizards of this age are always idealistic and spiritually clean.

"Lies aren't always shameful—"

Amosta said patiently, but neither Hermione nor Harry understood the next sentence,

"Before the time has come to accept all this--"

Although he had known Hermione for more than three years, there were times when Harry still struggled with Hermione's dead eyes.

After leaving Professor Bryan's office, he hurried back to his dorm room to discuss the answers to Ron's questions tonight, but Hermione stubbornly dragged him to the Quidditch pitch and played the same as today's running drill, and by the time he got back to the castle, the auditorium was empty.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be wandering around the playground in the dark--"

In the foyer, Harry and Hermione had also met Professor Moody, who had apparently seen them running on the playground just now. Professor Moody didn't seem angry or embarrassed about losing to Professor Bryan in front of so many young wizards, his mood was much more stable than before, but his two asymmetrical eyes were still rolling in their sockets,

"Someone in the dark may be watching you and preparing to steal your liver!"

Harry looked a little embarrassed, unsure if Professor Moody was joking with them.

"It's something we have to accomplish every day, Professor Moody—"

Hermione cringed, the image of Mad-Eye Moody was a bit too much of an irritation for her, "We were going to be early, but Professor Bryan just called us "

Hermione immediately stopped, and it occurred to her that it might not be appropriate to mention Professor Bryan in front of Professor Moody.

"Ah, Brian!" Professor Moody stared at Harry with his magic eye and asked with interest, "What did he talk to you about?" ”

There was no need for Hermione to secretly remind Harry that Harry would not tell him about the conversation with Professor Blaine, he thought that Professor Moody would be unhappy, but he didn't expect him to nod with satisfaction,

"That's right, Potter, the secret should be kept in your heart!"

Professor Moody turned to leave, but before stepping up the stairs, he suddenly shouted,

"Be vigilant at all times!"

"It's not surprising that he's called--Mad-Eye Moody, isn't it?"

When Professor Moody disappeared from their sight, Harry, startled by the last roar, said with trepidation, "He does look a little crazy." ”

"Professor Moody has just been to the Forbidden Forest--"

Hermione didn't echo Harry's words, and looked up at the stairs and said thoughtfully, "But what is he doing there, Hagrid has always been in charge of patrolling the Forbidden Forest--"

"How do you know?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Don't you see, Harry, that he's got leaves on the soles of his feet--"

Hermione said in a 'this is obvious' tone,

"That leaf is only found in the Forbidden Forest!"

(End of chapter)