"Just some suggestions, Amelia--"

Amosta turned and walked towards Hagrid's hut, where Sirius was currently recuperating, and there was no major incident when it was turned into a fire dragon during the day, but Hermione's eye curse made him eat a sturdy one. Madam Pomfrey apparently had no time to take care of him, and he felt ashamed of himself, so he hid in Hagrid.

"Once Voldemort (Amelia shuddered) was known to the general public, it would be difficult for Fudge to calm the public and the panic.

At that time, even if no one deals with him, the surging public opinion will force him to be unable to do it himself. Power struggles are bound to arise, and pure-blood families and wealthy families from all walks of life will be looking for new political spokespersons. There will be chaos then, but it must be quelled as soon as possible, otherwise, Voldemort will find an opportunity to make a fuss about it, and with the Ministry of Magic as a tool, it will be much easier for him to do things--"

Amelia felt a sense of desolation in her heart. The Ministry of Magic, which manages tens of thousands of inhabitants of the wizarding world, is nothing more than a tool in front of the mysterious people.

"Where's Old Barty?"

Amelia looked at Amosta's side face, and she couldn't understand why, in Amosta's eyes, it seemed that Barty Crouch had never been an object to be taken seriously.

It is true that this colleague who has worked together for most of his life has some stains, but after more than ten years of hard work, his hard work has been recognized by many people, and the successful holding of the Triwizard Tournament has added a high-value political achievement to him.

Amelia can expect that the Triwizard Tournament will be a hot topic in the European wizarding world for half a month after tomorrow, and all the celebrities who planned this big event, except for the warriors, will be talked about.

"--Barty has always been jealous of the forces of the underworld, and that incident almost ruined everything for him, if the mystery man creates chaos in the wizarding world again, and Connelly steps down, Barty Sr. will probably do everything in his power to get the position of minister--"

"And then break the net with Voldemort's fish?"

Amosta sneered,

"So, I'd rather see Fudge in his seat than have a better resume than Barty when I see Barty on stage, Amelia, if you're ready, you won't lose to Barty--"

Amosta saw through Amelia's worries, and he comforted.

"Do you know the learning machine I gave to the Ministry of Magic?"

Amosta was caught off guard by the topic, and Amelia was stunned for a few seconds before jumping back,

"You mean, I know, it's an interesting alchemy prop, it's now in my department, and we're allowing everyone to use it, but most people only use it as a toy, but Rufus ordered his Aurors to use it for a certain period of time every month--"

"It's not enough—"

This situation did not exceed Amosta's expectations, the work of the Ministry of Magic was very tedious, most of the employees were too tired to improve themselves, and many adult wizards were not as strong as they were when they first graduated from school.

"The Ministry of Magic needs to increase its strength, and we can't afford to let a Ministries employee who can't disarm the Curse go against the Death Eaters of extraordinary strength and cruelty. Recruiting more strikers and improving the strength of the original employees, Amelia, these things can be done now. ”

Amosta found out about Amelia's dilemma, and he also knew the difficulty of these two things, and after thinking about it

"--The expansion of the number of strikers can be slowed down for a while, and the strength of the employees of the Ministry of Magic can be improved, you can try to give bonuses to people, and employees who use the learning machine for a certain period of time every month and have improved after assessment can get additional bonuses, I believe there will be a lot of people interested."

"That's a good idea—"

Amelia said thoughtfully,

"As far as I know, there are some people in the ministry who are living in poverty, and if you use this as an incentive, I believe it will play a very good role."

Amosta was going to Hagrid's hut to see what was going on with Sirius, and Harry and the three of them were there, so it wasn't a good idea for Amelia to follow. After a few words, Amelia understood that Amosta wanted to be alone, and that she needed to talk to Dumbledore about such an important matter, and that she had to get an exact explanation from Dumbledore for such an important matter.

The cold wind of late November was blowing, and Amosta forgot to glance at the mountains far away, where the heavy clouds were slowly migrating towards the snow-capped mountains, and a breath of withering was secretly waiting for an opportunity.

Suddenly, a blue light flashed in the inky forbidden forest, and Amosta, who was walking towards Hagrid's hut, stood still and looked at the blue light.

"Professor Moody, is that you?"

Although it was an inquiry, Amosta's tone was affirmative.

"Everyone in the castle is singing and dancing for the tournament, including you and Dumbledore, but there's to be someone who is on your toes, isn't there, Amosta!"

Moody limped out on crutches, and he said in a gruff voice.

"We're all glad to have someone at Hogwarts who can always be sane and sane at all times, and it makes us feel so much safer—"

Amosta smiled calmly, and his eyes flickered when he noticed the wet mud on Professor Moody's boots. It seems that Professor Moody didn't just spin around the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he looked deep enough.

"I know very well that no one will dare to make trouble in the castle with you and Dumbledore, so I'm going to work on the periphery--"

Moody walked up to Amosta, and he laughed proshly.

"Then you need to be safe, Professor Moody, I heard from Hagrid today that those centaurs in the Forbidden Forest have been losing their temper lately for some reason, and are refusing all magical creatures to enter their territory, well, although they used to be the same rule and you had better avoid them-"

Amosta just reminded casually, but strangely, after listening to his words, although Moody had a disapproving expression, the mood swings he was trying to hide were still a little too conspicuous in front of Amosta Blaine, who was close to the peak of his mental power.

"I'll be careful—" Moody said, "if they don't attack me!" ”

Could it be that the movement of the centaurs has something to do with her?

Amosta smiled quietly, but wrote it down in his heart.

"I'm going to Hagrid, so do you want to have a cup of tea together, I guess the temperature in the Forbidden Forest may not be very comfortable at this time--"

"I'm not going to make a mess, Amosta, there's too many people in that room right now--"

Moody tilted his head, his blue eye swaying at the hut for a few moments, and then, turning his head and snorting,

"I'd better get some leftovers for myself before the banquet ends."

The two men parted ways, one towards Hagrid's hut and the other towards the castle. However, before the distance between them was more than ten meters, Moody suddenly turned around and looked at Amosta's back, his eyes flashing with hesitation.

"What's up, Professor Moody, is there anything you need help with?"

Amosta, who was aware of it, also turned around and asked politely.

"Oh, it's nothing--" Moody's hoarse voice said, "I was just thinking awesome, Amosta, I mean, that prop that you showed people the Warriors today, I heard that thing is called a surveillance mirror, right?" ”

"yes, what's wrong?"

Amosta raised an eyebrow.

"--It's a very useful alchemy item, I mean, to prevent crimes, to be vigilant against sneak attacks or something, it's much more useful than my speculum and black magic detectors. Have you thought about it, Amosta, I mean, to use it in a serious place—"

"Indeed, there were--"

Amosta smiled,

"You should know that the first time I returned to this school after graduation was to investigate the backroom incident that caused a lot of noise at the time, and when Sirius escaped from prison, I also used it, but this thing violated the privacy of the students, and if I was going to do something with it, I had to apply to the Ministry of Magic in advance-"

"Oh, yes--"

Moody said thoughtfully, and then he realized that he shouldn't be silent,

"It's a pity, if I had been in the Ministry of Magic, there would never have been so much red tape, and I would have made the Minister of Magic realize the true value of this invention and promote it."

"Yes, I often lament that this invention is not taken seriously--"

In the endless night, the two men smiled at each other, then turned around again and started away.

(End of chapter)