Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Ministry of Magic, Cornelius Fudge's office.

Arthur Weasley sat on the sofa somewhat restrained, hesitant to speak.

"You know the situation. In short, the current situation is very urgent..."

Cornelius Fudge sighed and looked tired and uneasy. "We will have to announce the specific losses by next Wednesday at the latest. The theft of the wizard files of the Magic Law Enforcement Department will definitely cause widespread panic. We must find out before then. A rough solution."

"You are the most famous Muggle Tong in the department, Weasley-so Dumbledore recommended you to be the chief designer of this solution."

"After comprehensive consideration, we also think that you should be a more suitable candidate. This is an important position for internationalization."

"But…"

Mr. Weasley touched his nose, becoming more confused and uneasy.

"Mr. Minister, at best, I'll make some Muggle stuff, but you..."

"Well, what we value is your talent—"

Connelly Fudge nodded seriously, stood up, took his top hat and walked to Mr. Weasley's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Arthur, the security and privacy of thousands of people in the British magical world are all in your hands-don't put too much pressure on you, just follow your usual work habits and content, refer to these drawings, and try to change it to suit us. The habits of the magic world are just fine, you can."

"Can-"

"Well, I have another important meeting to be held here. I have to take a step first."

Connelly Fudge didn't give Mr. Weasley a chance to speak, and said first, nodding to the goblin in the office.

"All in all, this Mr. Arthur Weasley is the chief designer of'that project' for the time being. If he has any questions, or requirements for content or drawings, please help answer them at that time. Anyway. You may have to work hard today. What we lack most now is time...Oh, yes, there is also an introduction to the newly established SHIELD, don’t you know?"

The British Minister of Magic said quickly, turned back to his desk, took a document and handed it to Arthur, and said solemnly.

"This is a newly established large-scale magic organization organized by dozens of magic governments. In addition to working in the Ministry of Magic, you will also have positions in this organization... Don't you like Muggle gadgets? This is a very rare one. Seize this opportunity!"

"Uh, but this one is really different..."

Tuk, tuk, tuk-

"Mr. Minister, Mr. Castor from the French Ministry of Magic is asking you how long will it take?"

Before Mr. Weasley could finish speaking, there was a knock on the door, and Kingsley Shaker's voice sounded particularly annoying at this time.

"Okay, tell them I can set off here—"

Cornelius Fudge frowned, shouted out the door, turned his head and shrugged his shoulders.

"You have also seen, Arthur-you are not the only one who is busy in a very time, I want to help you, but..."

He pointed to the pile of drawings on the coffee table, patted Arthur Weasley on the shoulder again, and said half-order and half-request.

"A large part of the future stability and order of the magical world lies here."

"I heard that your office was also attacked by those bastards. Today, you can use me for the time being...you have worked a little overtime, and you can rest assured that you will be able to get overtime subsidies and transfers. I will sign for you as soon as I come back—you But the first director of SHIELD appointed by the British Ministry of Magic, I believe you and Dumbledore...Don’t let wizards from other countries watch our Ministry jokes..."

"Yes, but—"

Creak-bang!

The office door opened and closed quickly.

Only Arthur Weasley and the few goblin advisors remained in the office.

"Yes, but..."

Mr. Weasley looked at the closed wooden door, glanced vaguely at the drawings in front of him, his lips moaned.

"You, um, you and Dumbledore... and gentlemen, are you too overestimating me-this is not a Muggle gadget, this is a design drawing of a Muggle city... How do I know how to modify it? …Design…A wizard’s magic city?"

"Don't worry, we will assist you, Director Weasley."

Beside him, a fairy pushed the gold-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose and said with a smile.

"Actually, it is not difficult to design and build a city. It is just like transforming an old Muggle car. You only need to disassemble its structure one by one, apply a little magical element, and then reassemble it. First of all, let's Take a look at the specific requirements and location selection..."

"Considering all factors, we suggest that you better locate the city near Devon..."

"And you see, there happens to be a pure wizard town that has just emerged around here..."

Fairies, you said one sentence at a time, unfolding those blueprints skillfully, and started to introduce Arthur Weasley.

As for the relevant information about S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Those things were placed under the parchment immediately after Fudge left.

As the chief technical adviser of the Huberian "Renovation Project", Arthur Weasley's working experience was even longer than Lockhart.

"But, I still have a very important thing this afternoon—"

Arthur Weasley swallowed, thinking about how to refuse this sudden overtime task.

At this moment, a drawing of the "material" of urban construction came into his eyes inadvertently.

"Huh? Wait, is that... Muggles' street light design?"

"There are so many things under those tall pillars?"

"Huh, what structure is this..."

It's still early anyway, so I'm not in a hurry to go home in a daze.

He glanced a little, and it was the same if he left when it was about the afternoon.

After Arthur Weasley hesitated for two seconds, he immediately sat down and studied the drawings from the Muggle world attentively-this is different from the previous mess, under the wonderful drawings and professional fairy explanations, he seemed to Back to the good times when I first entered Hogwarts.

...

At the same time, Armenia.

The town of Tsavdzo, Aghasyan’s home.

"So you left all those werewolves and Aurors in the forest and came back directly?"

Agha Hasyan looked at Lockhart with a weird look, with an incredible expression on his face.

"Otherwise? Am I going to squat in the forest with a group of werewolves to get moldy on my birthday?"

Lockhart replied disapprovingly, carefully directing his wand to control the heat of the custard in front of him.

At the dinner table not far away, Arkhipovna had her hair tied up, and she cut the grilled big leba carefully like a housewife, as well as the smoked sausage just bought from the street. As for that, it was a bit ugly. The cake has been sorted out long ago, and there is only one empty plate left.

"Then you don't worry about subsequent problems?"

"What's the problem?" Lockhart shrugged, and his wand tapped the sink.

A few potatoes popped out of the frame and jumped into the sink to automatically brush them up, speaking of which they were still potatoes planted by destiny.

"If something goes wrong if I leave it, then its'problem point' is not me. It's good to find the cause and solve it-work is never done, and the meaning of work is just for better Enjoying life, this can’t be upside down. By the way, Bona, do you want to eat mashed potatoes or fried potato wedges today? Don’t move the custard over there, I’ll serve it—very hot—"

As Lockhart spoke, he continued to jog his wand, even more serious than when he had dealt with werewolves in the forest.

I have to say that since he saw the red and dark circles of the Russian shrew, he finally began to fear his impulse last night.

"Today is your birthday, you have the final say-"

Arkhipovna glanced at Lockhart, the amorous look in his eyes made Old Hashi feel a sense of extraneousness in an instant.

"By the way, when do you plan to go back and report?"

"At least wait until tomorrow morning... Some time must be given to the Ministry of Magic and the reporters."

Lockhart replied, taking the knife from Arkhipovna naturally, and putting it back on the edge of the kitchen workbench. He wiped his hands on his waist apron and pulled away the chair and his "Shrew". We did it together, ready to start enjoying today's breakfast.

"Well, Mr. Aghahiyan, are you hungry too? Sit down and eat together—"

Lockhart smiled and raised his hand to stop the old wizard's follow-up question.

"About the Tianming Group, we can talk about it slowly later, don't worry... And I will have some things about werewolves to tell you later, and you should feel somewhat relieved after listening. The vacation time is quite a bit. Precious, but I will be busy again later."

"Get busy?" Agha Hasyan frowned, and UU Read www.uukanshu.com nodded thoughtfully.

"Well, indeed—and you seem to have another complaint to face"

"Oh, it's not a werewolf problem, let alone an accusation..."

Lockhart shook his head, sprinkling black pepper in his custard, and said casually.

"After returning to China, I plan to run for Minister of Magic in the United Kingdom. By then, it will not be as easy as it is now. Various interviews, meetings, and various things are definitely indispensable, so I plan to hide in Armenia for a few days. A few days. Well, I have to think about what legislation I want to promote."

"By the way, Bona, don't think about the research institute, now it's a vacation..."

"etc-"

Arkhipovna was stunned for half a second, then glanced at Lockhart with a weird look.

"Campaign... Minister of Magic, are you?"

"Well, so you have to make up for the knowledge of the magic world."

Lockhart replied with a calm expression, picked up the cheese and scattered some crumbs on Arkhipovna's dinner plate.

"After all, if I become the Minister of Magic, as the Minister's wife, you must at least know the names of some pure-blood families."

"Who—who wants to be what—Ministry of Magic, Minister's wife—"

Arkhipovna's disgusting words were instantly stuck in her mouth, and she said in a panic.

Looking at the smirk, she punched him on the waist in anger.

"Do not laugh-"

It’s nice to be young...

Agheyan looked at the young couple in front of him, smiled and shook his head, and blew the warmth of the custard slowly.

If we say that these people are the light that will influence and change the magical world in the future.

The future world is really looking forward to—

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Great!