Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 250: Two years of soul-stealing curse (page 2)

Noon, Ministry of Magic.

Even if it was not the first time they saw this face, or they had already heard about such a strange person from rumors, the employees of the Ministry of Magic still looked at Mu En frequently.

"Mu En?!" came a familiar voice.

He turned his head and saw a man in simple clothes and red hair walking quickly from the other end of the Golden Hall of the Ministry of Magic.

"Good afternoon, Arthur."

"Good afternoon, why do I see you here? Is there anything going on at school?" Arthur seemed to have just returned from running foreign affairs outside. He took out an old hand towel and wiped his sweat, and the two of them walked into the elevator together.

"What floor are you on?"

"Fifth floor." Mu En nodded: "It seems that you are very busy recently?"

"It's like this. The minister wants to make some achievements quickly in various departments." Arthur said softly, even if they were the only two in the elevator.

This topic was obviously not suitable to discuss here, at least Arthur thought so. He asked instead: "What do you want to do on the fifth floor? Do you need help?"

"Well, some small things." Mu En smiled at his kindness: "I think it should be handled relatively cleanly."

"Okay, by the way, have you had lunch?"

"I've used it." Mu En nodded, and the elevator quickly reached the fifth floor. He pressed the brim of his hat: "Then I'll leave first."

"Okay, come to my office when you have time. I'm still very free at noon. I'm on the second floor, Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items." Arthur nodded.

Fifth floor, International Magic Cooperation Department.

There are three departments here. Although Mu En didn't know where Old Batty was, she didn't spend much time looking for it by following the single-person office.

Knocking on the door, a dull voice came.

"Please come in."

Mu En opened the door and walked in. The man sitting at the desk raised his head and looked at the visitor in surprise.

Mu En was also sizing up the other person. Old Batty's short black and gray hair was meticulously combed, and he had a mustache on his upper lip. Judging from his appearance, he was a serious and serious guy.

"Professor Jones?" Old Batty asked with some uncertainty.

"It's me. I'm visiting you rashly, so don't bother me." Although Mu En apologized slightly, she naturally leaned back on the sofa.

Old Barty was very dissatisfied with this scene.

"Director Crouch seems unwilling to put down his work at noon?" Mu En glanced at him, and the other party had not put down the quill in his hand even now.

"This is my position and my responsibility." Old Batty nodded, finally having a good impression of the person in front of him.

"Don't you have the slightest idea about your child?" Mu En asked again.

Old Barty finally put down the quill in his hand, stood up from his desk, and sat across from Mu En.

"How should I put it? In short, I have forgotten his existence." Old Batty said: "I know you may not believe it, but I really don't want to discuss things about him anymore. If I have time, even if At the very least, I hope to use this time to work on the latest trade rules with the United States, which may bring benefits to thousands of households."

"You said in your reply to me that you respect the law, so you never visited your son after he was imprisoned." Mu En just unfolded the letter and read it again.

"Yes."

Mu En raised her head with a relaxed smile on her lips: "So, I said your son escaped from prison. Don't you feel at all that the laws and rules you respect have been violated?"

"Well, to be honest, yes!" Old Barty pursed his lips and said helplessly: "But, first of all, I don't believe this conclusion. The majesty of Azkaban is inviolable, and I can't imagine what ability he has to escape from prison.

Or maybe I believe what you said and my son's bones or tomb were not found in Azkaban, then I can only say that he was lost at sea and died in the storm. "

"Why are you so sure?"

"Because he hates me." Old Batty said: "If he really comes out, I can't sit here and talk to you. He is a guy who only thinks about himself, and he resents me for putting him in prison. , hindering his continued service to his master."

"I heard that your career has been hindered since him?" Mu En said instead.

"Is it an obstacle?" Old Batty smiled: "My way forward has been cut off. No one wants to believe me. They all say I am crazy."

"Do you serve Fudge?"

"Fudge?" Old Barty thought of Fudge's half-dead look recently. Is he serving Fudge?

You know, if it hadn't been for Barty Jr., the person sitting in that position now would definitely not be Fudge, but him, Mr. Barty Crouch.

And he will make the whole of Britain great again!

He has this confidence.

"It seems you don't like him very much." Mu En smiled.

"Professor, stop talking nonsense, this is our minister." Barty smiled pretending to be embarrassed.

"Haha." Mu En just gave the other party a smile, then took out a ring and placed it on the coffee table.

"Personally, I really want to change the minister."

This is a large ring with a skull face. It is made of silver. Many details have been oxidized and discolored, giving it an ancient look.

He had seen this ring before, on Rufus Scrimgeour's finger.

"Five hours! After five hours, it will be back in my hands, unless..." Mu En stood up.

“Think about what you should and can do.”

After that, he turned and left.

boom--

The door was slowly closed, leaving old Batty alone in the room.

"Scrimgeour." Old Barty slowly picked up the ring, spread it in his hand and kept observing it, his expression full of disbelief.

If there really is such a chance.

"No, no, Barty, think about it, why did you want to become an official of the Ministry of Magic in the first place?" Old Barty threw the ring down and let it spin on the coffee table.

He would not succumb to Voldemort back then, and he definitely won't do it now.

Thinking about it, he stood up decisively, returned to the table, and continued his work.

"Article 3 of the Regulations on the Trade Agreement on Special Magical Creatures, relevant magical creatures must have relevant health certificates from internationally recognized sources."

Looking at the complicated regulations, his mood gradually became more and more confusing.

If nothing changes, he should be sitting in the highest office now, letting others be subordinate to him, and let others serve him.

如果

He couldn't help but look at the ring over there. The skull on the ring was pointed at him, and there seemed to be some kind of light shining in the empty eye sockets, piercing his heart.

He was in a state of confusion all afternoon.

The office bell rang and the afternoon had passed.

"When did Jones come?" Old Batty didn't know why this thought came to his mind.