Armostat and Fudge stood in the hallway for a final goodbye, although they knew that Potter was upstairs, Armostat did not intend to go over and say hello. The Savior, Mr. Potter was now in a new crisis round, if at this point he was too close to him, then could be predicted that you might also be drawn into it.
This also meant that he would once again be under Dumbledore's watchful eyes.
Although it is very clear that his fate will eventually lead him to Hogwarts, but currently, this period he still has a few important things to do.
First of all, to trace the whereabouts of Vanya Clyoona is the most important thing at present, that woman's last black shadow rising from the double serpent wand always gives Armostat a very bad feeling. He has a premonition that if Vanya really followed the revelation of black shadow and did something, then probably it would bring trouble to the future self.
Of course, for so many years, the Druids have been completely isolated from the magical world. It can be predicted that finding this woman is not something that can be accomplished overnight.
Therefore, Armostat plans to spend some time finding a place for himself - the dormitory on the side of the orphanage has been completed and everything is running smoothly, so Armostat's financial situation has improved a lot. In these years, he has always been in a state of hardship and it is about time for him to find a stable home.
After these two things are almost ready, Armostat intends to plan to get the snake monster back from Newt Scamander..
This matter is not simple at all. First, aside from the fact that this renowned expert in magical creatures is himself a formidable wizard to deal with, it is also rumored that Newt has a close relationship with Dumbledore. Once Dumbledore hears the news of Newt being 'robbed,' the astute Albus Dumbledore will undoubtedly respond.
"...perhaps, when Newt returns the snake monster to the Ministry of Magic for exhibition overseas, it will be a more appropriate time to act..."
As he said goodbye, Armostat was calculating in his mind.
"Oh, just a moment, Armostat..."
Fudge suddenly retreated as he stepped onto the staircase, calling out to him urgently.
"Is there anything else you need, Mr. Minister?"
Armostat turned and raised an eyebrow in surprise, a bad feeling suddenly taking hold of him.
"I just thought of something, a bit of a problem. Of course, just in case..."
Fudge rubbed his hands, looking a bit uncomfortable, but he still voiced his request.
"You want me to help watch over... the runaway Potter, until he returns to Hogwarts... Is the Ministry worried that Black might attack Potter?"
As he listened to the Minister's request, Armostat furrowed his brow, confirming his bad feeling.
"Oh, this is just one possibility!"
Fearful of having revealed too much, Fudge hurried to explain.
"Actually, this job should be handled by the Ministry of Magic, but... oh, you all know, the Ministry is currently short-handed. In order to find Black, we have even sent out Eric, who was in charge of the guard... really, I have to seriously discuss with Barty about recruiting more students at Hogwarts next year... Armostat, you have been a professor for Potter before and must be well-acquainted with him. Moreover, your abilities are excellent..."
"I'm sorry, Minister..."
Before Fudge could finish speaking, Armostat interrupted him with a look of regret.
"I very much hope to be able to help, but, some difficult matters have been troubling me recently and I must prioritize them."
"Alright."
Fudge nodded despondently. Even as the Minister of Magic, he had no right to demand that others follow his commands, especially from a non-Ministry employee who wore a Merlin Second Class Medal.
Fudge muttered and climbed back up the stairs.
"Following that child could possibly lead to... oh, as long as there are reliable leads... five thousand galleons?"
How much?!
Armostat, who was just relieved to have gotten rid of trouble, had his heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat. He took a few steps up the stairs and impolitely grabbed Fudge's shoulder, with a blazing gaze in his eyes.
"Did I hear you right, Minister? You're saying that the Ministry will offer a reward of fifty thousand galleons for taking out Sirius Black?"
"Kill Black?"
Facing Armostat who suddenly seemed too eager, Fudge was stunned for a while and then started laughing.
"What are you talking about, Armostat?"
Fudge shook his head and said, "Even in Azkaban, Black is one of the most dangerous few people. Only trained Ministry of Magic elite and Death Eaters can deal with such scoundrels. We don't expect anyone else to be able to subdue him, but we only need definite clues--"
Armostat nodded repeatedly, looking as if he understood.
"If I were to kill him, or capture him alive, Minister, would the reward possibly be more?"
"If that's the case, Armostat--" Fudge smiled slightly, looking at a young man filled with unrealistic fantasies, "Then it won't just be about gold coins. If you really capture Black and hand him over to us as you did with the snake monster, there's no doubt you'll become the brightest hero in the magical world. Your second-class Merlin Medal will become first-class..."
The first-class medal is of little importance to Armostat, and the title of hero is more like a joke. But the real thing is the fifty thousand galleons.
"No problem, Minister."
Armostat said solemnly, "I will keep an eye on Potter, I will follow him step by step until we catch Black. In any case, I do not share the sky with sin!"
Fudge: "........"
.....................
The moon had begun to set, and Potter leaned against the soft pillow, watching with respectful eyes Professor Brenn who was writing ceaselessly on a parchment before the desk.
As the saying goes, "One reaps what one sows." There is no such thing as talent without effort. Armostat·Brenn, at such a young age, has walked his own path in magic and achieved a level of magic power that others can only dream of. Talent alone cannot explain it all.
So, you have inflated your aunt? Haha, interesting. Fudge said you ran away from home, and I thought there was some conflict between you and your uncle and aunt..."
Harry scratched his cheek and chuckled awkwardly. To be honest, he never dreamed he would run into Professor Brenn so soon again. Previously, when Fudge and Professor Brenn appeared before him together and told him that due to the unrest, Professor Brenn would be taking care of him until school started, he nearly dropped his jaw in shock.
And this made Harry realize the extent of fear that the followers of Voldemort caused to the Ministry of Magic.
Fudge said that having Professor Brenn accompany him was to prevent a certain possibility, but did not specify what that possibility was.
Recalling the leniency of the Ministry of Magic towards him, as well as the Minister himself coming to find him, Harry immediately realized that the Ministry had basically confirmed that Black's prison break was highly likely to be in search of him to avenge Voldemort. Otherwise, how could such an important figure as the Minister of Magic personally come to look for a lost young wizard?
But for some reason, Harry did not feel terrified. Instead, he had a strange sense of expectation in his heart.
Perhaps it was because the school had Headmaster Dumbledore, and outside of school, he had Professor Brenn... Harry couldn't wait for Black to come find him so that they could hit heads!
"That Black, Professor..."
Seeing the quill in Professor Brenn's hand stop, Harry took the opportunity to ask, "Is he a very powerful person? Otherwise, why would the Ministry of Magic be so worried?"
"It may be so, Potter--" Armostat rubbed his eyes and yawned, saying, "I've only heard some rumors about him before he was caught. I can't give you a reliable evaluation."
"But he certainly won't be your match, will he?" Harry pressed eagerly.
"Mmm... Black used a spell to blow up half a street before he was captured, causing the death of several Muggles on the spot."
Armostat stood up and stretched his aching neck.
"Indeed, he's quite formidable, Sirius Black... I can probably take on a hundred of them at a time..."
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
Reading Room
