Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"S.H.I.E.L.D-shield?"

Mrs. Weasley repeated her husband's words and hummed noncommittal.

"What about your specific position? It won't be the same as before... Well, chief technology officer?"

"Uh, not anymore-I have recently joined a lot of great people. I am now one of the top technical consultants..."

Arthur Weasley wiped the corners of his mouth, stood up and picked up the hat hanging on the hanger, and said vaguely.

"Okay, Molly, don't keep chasing after me. I really can't tell you too much now. After a while, after the big people discuss the results, you will know by reading the newspaper. Actually, I work with me. It's almost the same, but there will be more technical requirements."

"That's all right—"

Mrs. Weasley glanced at her husband and asked softly thoughtfully.

"But speaking of it, don't you really hide any small vaults secretly outside?"

"Even if the "SHIELD" has not been officially established, you have done a lot of things after busying these days, why didn't you see them giving you an extra salary? Percy wrote to tell me, Ginny I received a new broom some time ago—"

"Ah-of course not! What can I buy in the small vault. You know, I usually make some Muggle gadgets."

Arthur Weasley waved his hand and said righteously, "Those Muggle gadgets are not worth much. Besides, don’t you know the most about how much money is in the vault at home? You can see where I can Hidden money. I've heard about what Percy said. Not only Little Ginny, but their freshman team all got new broomsticks. Although the models are not the same, I will ask them when I go to school later. ..."

"Oh, isn't it?" Mrs. Weasley glanced at her husband suspiciously.

Although based on what she knew about Arthur, he did not seem to be lying like this, but she still felt that something was wrong.

Forget it, since the two have been married for so many years, Molly believes that her husband will not have any problems with the big issues. If it is as Mr. Weasley just said, the multinational magic government intends to form a brand new magic organization, this is an opportunity for him instead.

"Okay, then, remember what I told you about the Streep family, go home early today—"

"Don't worry, even if the Ministry of Magic is in ruins, I won't work overtime today...I'll go to work first."

Arthur Weasley picked up the briefcase, waved without looking back, grabbed a pinch of sparkling floo powder and sprayed it on the fireplace.

"The Ministry of Magic."

The green magic flame instantly rose up and swallowed Arthur Weasley's figure.

Just as he disappeared, there was an owl cry from outside the window not far away.

"Huh? Has today's newspaper arrived? A lot earlier than usual—"

Mrs. Weasley turned her head and looked back. She just saw a long-eared Great Valley Owl flying into the living room with flapping wings, and hurriedly threw a copy of the "Daily Prophet" on the table. She muttered that today's newspaper came. Surprisingly early, he began to feel the copper coins in his pocket.

The price of the "Prophet Daily" is five copper nats. Although there have been rumors that the price will increase recently, they are still rumors for the time being.

But speaking of it, five copper nats are a bit too low, and now a novel sells several gallons.

As Molly Weasley thought, she counted out five copper coins and was about to put them in the leather bag that the owl called.

Suddenly, her aftermath fell on the unfolded newspaper, her movements froze.

"The Dark Mark reappears and the Ministry of Magic is reduced to ruins"

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British Ministry of Magic, main hall corridor.

"Oh, my goodness, what the **** is—"

Arthur Weasley stood by the fireplace with a briefcase, looking around in shock.

The Ministry of Magic seemed to have just experienced a catastrophe, and there were still some hideous and terrifying traces on the walls and the ground.

The peacock blue ceiling was full of black-gray scorch marks. The original shiny golden bulletin board disappeared, replaced by a scene that looked like a magic spray written on it. The Magic Brothers fountain in the middle of the hall is gone. Several fairies and wizards have set up a few tables there, and there is a long line in front of them, seeming to be receiving something—huh? Wait, how many wizards and... fairies? ?

Arthur Weasley looked around, only to realize that there were not only the long tables, but also fairies almost everywhere.

Different from the costumes of the fairies of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, these fairies are mostly dressed in elegant suits, carrying small briefcases, and are mixed in the noisy and crowded flow of people in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. They look no different from the surrounding Ministry employees. Seems to be……

"Okay, Arthur... Just be a little surprised, don't stand in front of the fireplace."

Before Mr. Weasley's thoughts could finish, someone pushed him behind him, and he staggered a few steps forward.

He turned his head and looked back, just in time to see Ludo Bagman stepping out of the fireplace yawning, holding a loaf of bread in his hand.

"The Ministry of Magic was attacked by mysterious people yesterday. It was a big battle. Of course, we managed to drive them out-but most of the offices were destroyed, especially on the floor of your Magic Law Enforcement Department. What's left. Hmm... Don't ask questions, I explained to no less than ten people today. If you have any questions, go to the queue and fill out the statistics. Then there will be a brief explanation..."

Ludo Bagman kept yawning and did not give Mr. Weasley a chance to ask questions. He spoke and pointed at a distance.

"However, you guys can be regarded as a blessing in disguise-the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts Wizarding Bank have negotiated cooperation. In the past few days, there will be goblins coming to the Ministry of Magic for job interviews, and they have obtained very discounted reconstruction loans for the Ministry of Magic. , You can take this opportunity to do it again."

"Uh...mysterious man...a blessing in disguise? Fairy...a loan?"

Mr. Weasley's mouth was closed, he felt various words flooding in his mind, and then multiple questions popped up.

He had an inexplicable illusion that he hadn't slept all night, but had slept for months.

In fact, it is not just him alone.

Except for those Ministry of Magic members who were called up in the middle of the night, most Ministry of Magic officials in class this morning felt the same way.

However, the top officials of the Ministry of Magic had obviously considered this in advance, or to be more precise, Dumbledore and Gringotts had already prepared for it.

After almost everyone arrives at the Ministry of Magic, the first place is to be directed to the long temporary tables to receive forms.

After receiving the form, a fairy commissioner temporarily hired from Gringotts will lead them to the interrogation room below-now temporarily changed into large conference rooms-to introduce the outbreak last night in batches War, of course, will be slightly artistically modified in the description.

"All in all, that's about it. Mr. Weasley, do you have any questions?"

The fairy commissioner pushed his glasses, raised his head to look at the man sitting in front, and asked very skillfully.

Since most of the Ministry of Magic is still counting losses, under the advice of the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Cornelius Fudge and others finally followed their ideas and used the interrogation room floor below the Ministry of Magic main hall as a temporary A place for answering questions and filling in forms.

And those responsible for receiving and answering questions are a group of goblin receptionists who have rushed to work after simple training.

I have to say, at least in this era, fairies are indeed quite professional in this area~www.wuxiaspot.com~Uh, let me think about it..."

Arthur Weasley looked at the form in his hand, rubbed his bulging eyebrows, and tried to digest the information he had just absorbed.

"Can I understand it this way, the mysterious man has come back, the Ministry of Magic was destroyed in the war last night, and it is now undergoing large-scale renovation and reconstruction... Let's go back to our homes to fix them, and think about the new office. What should I submit the application together at that time?"

"In other words, these few days...Is it a temporary holiday here?"

"It should be more accurate to try to retrieve the information, because the current data loss of the Ministry of Magic is extremely serious."

"Um..." Arthur Weasley hesitated a few times and asked tentatively, "Then what if most of you don't remember?"

"That at least proves that we worked hard—"

The goblin grinned, showing a sly smile that was malicious.

"The reality is always unsatisfactory, right? The mysterious man destroyed most of the information, and there is no way."

"Well, uh... that's also—"

Arthur Weasley was stunned, his brows loosened, and he shrugged noncommittal.

"By the way, how about the Minister and Director Bones? Why didn't you see them?"

"Oh, Minister Fudge and the directors should now be holding a joint press conference on the establishment of S.H.I.E.L.D. If you have any urgent matters to contact them, you can tell me here to help you pass them on, or wait for the afternoon to see--"

"Wait, you just said...what did you call?" Arthur Weasley blinked in confusion.

"S.H.I.E.L.D——"

Gringotts fairy said with a smile.

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