"What, toilet?"

Percy was dazed for a moment, and then, her thin cheeks turned even redder,

"Oh, that must be a prank, Kadir likes to make little jokes with people in the chapter office, Brian. I mean, Mr. Blaine--"

Percy, who was already half a head taller than Amosta, struggled to stop his chest, and his hands were restlessly smoothing the folds of his suit.

"That's so, Mr. Blaine, I've received-"

"Percy--"

Amosta interrupted Percy with a smile, "Do you think it would be more convenient for us to sit down and talk?" ”

"Oh, of course!"

Percy, who didn't choke on his breath, coughed violently twice, and he guided Amosta to the coffee table on the other side of the office, and before Amosta could sit down, he landed on the upholstered sofa with a slump, and then, looking at Amosta with blank eyes.

Amosta sighed secretly, no longer expecting Percy to ask him for a drink.

"I've received—"

When Amosta sat down, Percy immediately said impatiently, but Amosta interrupted him again,

"How's it going, Percy?"

Amosta could see that Percy was trying to take the initiative in front of him, but unfortunately, even if Dumbledore or Fudge wanted to do this, it was probably impossible, and with Percy's 'way', it was even more impossible.

"Oh-"

Percy's face was flushed to the tips of her ears. He undoubtedly wanted to speak to Amosta Blaine on an equal footing, but every time he wanted to focus on Blaine's eyes, there seemed to be a special magic in Brian's body with a gentle smile, always taking his gaze off him, and before he knew it, Percy's head had been lowered,

"As you can see, I am now Mr. Barty Crouch's personal assistant!"

At the mention of Mr. Crouch, Percy seemed to have finally regained some courage, because he clenched his fists too hard, and his hand on his knee trembled slightly, "Mr. Crouch thinks I can be trusted, so he gave him the authority to take care of some daily affairs for him while he is on sick leave!" ”

"Oh, really?"

Amosta glanced at the paper airplanes and said with a smile,

"Looks like you're already comfortable with the job, aren't you?"

Percy's newly established psychological defense line was kicked over by Amosta's words, and he still tried to maintain his majesty, however, his voice was small as if he was muttering,

"Normally it wouldn't be so chaotic, Professor Blaine, but I took Mr. Crouch's behalf of Mr. Crouch last night to discuss the proposal made by Ms. Bones to expand the plaster queue.

They kept arguing until the wee hours of the morning, oh, I mean Ms. Bones and Ms. Umbridge, Ms. Umbridge had been disagreeing with the proposal, she thought we had a limited budget, and besides, the state of the wizarding world was not serious right now, and we didn't need to spend a lot of money and effort to train strikers, and Minister Fudge had been reluctant to give his opinion, so they kept arguing I think Ms. Umbridge's argument is more convincing, but no one asked! ”

Percy woke up suddenly, and he looked at Mr. Brian, who was leaning on the soft back of the couch and listening to him muttering with interest, and his breath was short,

"Let's talk about you, Mr. Blaine, you mean you're going to visit Mr. Crouch and have some things to deal with him, right, what's going on?"

Percy's switch of subject was stiff, and his tone sounded a little rude, but Amosta didn't mind, and he bowed slightly,

"That's true, Percy, I'm not happy with the Ministry of Magic's negligence on some matters--"

Amosta's eyebrows sank slightly, and his suddenly solemn tone almost made Percy jump subconsciously,

"So I wanted to talk to Barty about it, but I was told that Barty was on sick leave, and that you were in charge of some of the affairs of the International Department of Magical Cooperation, and I don't want to scare you, Percy, this is an errand that offends people, and I still try to meet Barty if I can. Besides, Barty and I are old friends, and there is no reason why I should not visit him because he is not in good health, so can you please send a message to Barty for me? ”

Percy subconsciously agreed, but before he could say anything, he realized that this was not what he intended. While he was racking his brains about how to get Mr. Bryan to tell him what he was going to discuss with Mr. Crouch, and leave it to him with confidence, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

"I'll be back soon--"

Percy, who was sweating in the corner of his sideburns, breathed a sigh of relief, and he hurriedly got up to open the door when he could obviously beckon someone in, while Amosta could only sigh slightly and wait with peace of mind.

"Is that you, Goldstein?"

Percy opened the door, and when he saw the people outside the door, Percy's eyes flashed with impatience, and his tone of voice was completely different from that of Brian's conversation, revealing a sense of arrogance, and he even forgot to invite people into the office, and only opened half of the door to block people in the doorway to speak.

"Hello, Weasley, I hope it didn't bother you-"

The voices of the people outside the door are also a little stiff and a little helpless,

"I came to you for that, I don't know if you have time to talk--"

Goldstein from the International Office of the Law of Magic glanced at Crouch's office, and when he realized that Barty Crouch was still not in his office, he sighed slightly, and then turned his gaze to the Weasleys, who had only joined the Ministry of Magic this year.

"What about it?" Percy frowned slightly.

Goldstein also saw that Percy didn't plan to invite him in, so he put his head up and said in a low voice,

"Flying carpet."

"Oh, that's it!" Percy's tone became even more impatient,

"I've already said it, Goldstein, absolutely not negotiable, Ali Bashir was caught smuggling a flying carpet, fines and imprisonment are indispensable, and he must pay for his violations of the law!"

"Speaking of the law, Weasley!"

Goldstein, who was outside the door, didn't seem surprised to get such a reply, and he said with anger in his breath,

"The Legislative Council did pass a law prohibiting the sale of flying carpets, but you won't forget that the ordinance came into effect in twenty days, so, strictly speaking, Ali Bashir is not breaking the law, of course, if you insist, he can pay some fines, no matter how much, but I think Azkaban is still debatable!"

"You're taking advantage of this, Goldstein!"

Percy said angrily,

"Mr. Crouch was dealing with this before he was on sick leave, he warned Bashire, but he still didn't listen, he did it all on his own!"

"There are some situations that Mr. Crouch probably doesn't understand, Weasley, so he misjudged the situation, Bashir is," Goldstein said through gritted teeth, "I need to meet Mr. Crouch and make it clear to him face to face!" ”

"How many more times do you want me to say it, Goldstein, Mr. Crouch needs to rest, you know how many years he has worked for the ministry and he entrusted me with these troubles, I must help him stabilize the situation!"

Percy seemed to sense that Goldstein was questioning his abilities, and he said angrily,

"And in this matter, my answer is no, let Ali Bashir go to Azkaban to reflect for a while!"

Ay.

Amosta, who had heard the conversation from beginning to end, sighed silently and got up from the couch.

"Oh my!"

When Amosta appeared behind Percy, Goldstein, who was so angry that he wanted to pull out his wand, was suddenly silenced, and he stared at the gray-haired man behind Percy Weasley with wide eyes, with a look of incredulity.

"You are. You are, oh, I didn't expect you to be here, Mr. Bryan! ”

The anger on the face of the middle-aged man with dark yellow curly hair and a little fat disappeared like magic, replaced by surprise and a hint of embarrassment.

Amosta had a hand on Percy's shoulder, leaving Percy speechless, and he smiled at Goldstein,

"You're not mistaken, Goldstein. Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but the sound you're talking about-"

Amosta shrugged his shoulders.

"It's me who should apologize, Mr. Bryan, I didn't know you and Weasley were talking about something, oh, maybe I should come back at another time!"

Goldstein said excitedly.

"I don't think I have to wait until next time--"

Amosta raised his chin and smiled gently,

"I just heard you want to talk to Mr. Crouch, oh, coincidentally, I'm going to visit him too, and maybe, I can get you a message. This Ali Bashir smuggled a flying carpet, oh, and he must have had the relevant permission before the latest laws and regulations were introduced, right? ”

"You're right, Mr. Blaine—" Goldstein immediately understood Amosta's hint and whispered,

"Ms. Umbridge has given him a note, and the Oswald family has been in charge of the flying carpet sales."

Amosta bowed slightly,

"I'll explain the situation to Barty, Goldstein, will you allow me to be alone with Mr. Crouch's assistant for a little longer?"

(End of chapter)