Chapter 96 The Minister Has Been Waiting For You

"Oh! Amos, you startled me."

Arthur Weasley was taken aback. He gazed at the familiar face. It was a red-faced wizard with a short chestnut beard. He smiled reproachfully and moved closer to help the man out of the fire.

The red-faced wizard's name was Amos Diggory. Like Arthur Weasley, he worked at the Ministry of Magic but in a different department. The Diggory family lived near the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, and Amos Diggory's son, Cedric, also studied at Hogwarts, so their personal relationship was quite good.

"I suppose you've seen the news, Arthur."

Without much ado, Amos Diggory waved his hand in annoyance, frowned, and said with a deep voice. Mr. Weasley noticed he was holding a copy of the Daily Prophet in his right hand.

Needless to say, it's clear that everyone is concerned about the same thing. Arthur, who also had children studying at Hogwarts, could very well understand Amos Diggory's feelings.

"Yes," Mr. Weasley nodded solemnly. "The news is all too unsettling. Frankly, I still have no idea, and there hasn't been any hint beforehand at the Ministry. What about you?"

"I heard some vague news. Last night, the Auror office held an emergency meeting. A friend told me it might be a conspiracy plotted by that person's remaining party."

Amos Diggory looked around, instinctively lowering his voice, the fire flickered, the expression on his face a little terrifying.

"My goodness," murmured Arthur Weasley, his eyes widening, "So, is it true? Was Hogwarts Castle sold to the goblins at Gringotts?"

"Not yet. According to the information in the Witch's Weekly, only the certification of the Hogwarts Castle grounds was mortgaged to the goblins at Gringotts."

Amos Diggory shook his head, looking at Mr. Weasley expectantly, "There have been rumors at the Ministry that you are quite close to Professor Dumbledore; I am still thinking, perhaps you know a little more."

"In fact, I don't even know much about you. By the way, has the gentleman next to the Lovegood family asked you? I remember he seems to be the editor of 'Singing the Contrary'; he may have some additional firsthand information there," Mr. Weasley said after thinking.

"Are you talking about Xenophilius Lovegood? No, since his wife's death, he's become a bit peculiar and has been talking about absurd things all day. In fact, he threw a copy of 'Singing the Contrary' at me by the hearth early this morning."

Mr. Diggory raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and a strange expression appeared on his face, "They ridiculously thought all this was a plot devised by Professor Dumbledore. It was even said that Dumbledore tried to overthrow the Ministry of Magic, secretly joined the goblins to sell Hogwarts, and then used it to provoke a war between non-magical and magical circles!"

"Absurd, it's nonsense!"

Arthur Weasley vigorously waved his hand, unable to avoid raising his voice, and said angrily.

"If Professor Dumbledore wants to be Minister of Magic, he could do so with a simple word. Also, as the longest-serving headmaster of Hogwarts, it's impossible for him to mortgage his school. Out of place."

"Who says it's not?" Mr. Diggoli touched his chin, nodding in agreement. "As far as I'm concerned, if this isn't too absurd, this could be the most edited piece in 'Singing the Contrary' this year. A wonderful and complete account."

"I don't find it interesting," Arthur responded quietly.

As a staunch supporter of Dumbledore, Mr. Weasley couldn't help feeling a little angry even knowing that this was how 'Singing the Contrary' was always used to draw attention. Mr. Woodwood has some good feelings.

As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Arthur Weasley knows better than most people the contribution of Dumbledore to the magical world. Albus Dumbledore, a great wizard who dedicated his life to education at Hogwarts and maintaining peace in the magical world, could not be associated with any conspiracy theories.

"However, this is really strange. The Minister also asked me some questions about Muggle currency..."

After a pause, Arthur frowned, as if remembering something, and touched his chin thoughtfully.

Halfway through, the man abruptly stopped his conversation and glanced at Ginny, who was about to approach the fire, and Mr. Weasley straightened his tie, and approached Amos Diggory. He gestured.

"It's not appropriate to discuss official business here. In short, let's first go to the Ministry. For the specific situation, when you inquire at the Auror office or the Minister, you should know."

With that, Arthur Weasley picked up a flowerpot from the kitchen shelf and handed it to the red-faced wizard, "Amos, you first."

"Alright, see you in the first-floor lobby." Amos Diggoli looked at the girl with an innocent look, nodded gently, held the newspaper under his arm, and picked up a pinch of shimmering crystals from the pot, went to the stove, and threw the crystals into the fire.

With a shout, the fire turned green, and Mr. Diggory stepped straight into the fire and exclaimed, "Ministry of Magic!" He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, Ginny, breakfast is over. Now, either you go back to your room and stay there, or you go with your mother."

Mr. Weasley kissed the youngest daughter on the forehead, turned around, reached into the flowerpot to take a handful of Floo powder, "If you're obedient, maybe I'll bring you a copy of the latest Quidditch Weekly. Ministry of Magic!"

The flames roared, and Mr. Weasley disappeared into the flames.


Ministry of Magic, atrium lobby.

Every wall was covered with magnificent and solemn black tiles, and the lobby was crowded with people.

"My goodness, why are there so many people today? Excuse me..."

Arthur Weasley fought his way through the crowd. He had been trampled on at least five or six times in a short distance. Of course, he inadvertently stepped on other wizards as well. As an employee of the Ministry of Magic, he was later able to enter the department directly through the green channel.

Most wizards held a newspaper with the image of a goblin in their hands. The most common one was the "Daily Prophet," but the front pages of other newspapers such as "Witch Weekly" and "Interview with Contemporary Wizards" were also similar. With images.

Obviously, this sudden official announcement of the Gu Ling Pavilion is like stabbing the entire magical world of Ma Shao.

"Oh, Arthur, thank goodness you're finally here."

Before Mr. Weasley stood a sharp, thin voice, like that of a young girl.

I saw a short, plump witch standing next to the elevator, with short brown velvet bows and pink ribbons in her short brown hair, and a wide face with loose skin filled with a sweet, tired smile.

In fact, very few people in the Ministry of Magic do not know the man in red next to this Connelly Fudge, Principal Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, Dolores Umbridge, especially Mr. Weasley. After all, from a historical point of view, Umbridge was the "forbidden office of magical abuse" in its early days.

"Vice Minister Umbridge?" Arthur Weasley raised his head in confusion. His work rarely involved the lady directly. In fact, the two had not spoken for many years.

"The detailed content, I will explain it to you on the way."

Without much hesitation, the witch extended her thick, short fingers and grabbed Mr. Weasley's arm, leading him to the elevator.

"Come with me first. Minister Connelly and other heads of departments related to Muggles have been waiting for you in the conference room for a long time."