However, before the witch could say anything, it was her turn to meet the minister, while Kayson continued to hug the Obsidian coffin. To be honest, hugging such a big thing on a hot day was quite refreshing.
Comfortable...
Soon after the witch came out, Kayson carried the coffin into the Minister's office.
Barty Crouch disliked all that pretense; for him, work was about doing the job, and it didn't matter who came, including Kayson.
After simply asking for the application form and glancing at it, I readily signed it.
After returning the application form to Kayson, he said, "Take that thing away. We don't accept this kind of thing here."
Kayson raised an eyebrow. "This Sickle ordinary gift."
He then pulled off the black cloth covering the head of the coffin, revealing the face of Barty Crouch Jr. Barty Crouch.
"... You guys have captured this guy." Barty Crouch said hesitantly.
"Yes, um, what I mean is, now that we're comrades in the same front, I understand that you have some selfish motives, but I won't say those polite words. I'll be more direct: I don't trust any Ministry of Magic of Ministry of Magic, no matter who's in charge." Kayson said, stroking his chin.
"So, what do you mean by bringing him here?" Barty Crouch asked.
"Like I said, I don't trust the Ministry of Magic, but I have to admit you're the most human-like minister. So I want you to continue fighting alongside the Order of the Phoenix and causing Voldemort trouble. But having you constantly launch heavy attacks on your only son's camp makes it impossible for us to truly trust you. What if it's some kind of inside collusion..." Kayson was interrupted halfway through his sentence.
"I absolutely did not," Barty Crouch shouted.
"After all, humans are not plants or trees, how can they be without feelings? If you are to fight Voldemort selflessly, you might end up having Aurors kill your only son. Of course, it could also be the Order of the Phoenix who kills him. In short, every inch Voldemort falls is one step closer to the death of your son."
"You can take my speculation as judging others by your own petty standards, but I still think some issues should be discovered and resolved early, rather than letting them hide in the shadows and suddenly explode at any time."
"So now I'm giving you the choice: do you want this son to live or die? If he lives, I can try to suppress his magic so that he can only use ordinary household magic, or I can have someone erase all memories of Voldemort from his head."
Barty Crouch frowned at Kayson: "This isn't like you. You're usually the type to hate evil."
Kayson sat on the sofa and nodded. "Yes, so you're glad that he hasn't really killed anyone. His main mistakes were resurrecting Voldemort and torturing the Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom. However, the Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom don't have a bad opinion of him. Perhaps it's because of the memory treatment that a lot of their memories were erased, including his. So in my eyes... he barely has the right to live now."
"At least for me, it's a stretch."
Barty Crouch leaned back in his chair, looking at the Barty Crouch Jr. trapped inside the coffin, much like a father looking at his son who hadn't done well on his final exams.
"You have disappointed me," Barty Crouch sighed.
"Instead of spouting this nonsense... you'd be better off killing me!" Barty Crouch Jr.. roared.
"You're not worthy of my hands, nor of any Aurors's hands. I think you shouldn't go out anymore after this. Just stay at home and be a House-elf? Do housework? Or I can find you a job. How about being a ticket seller? Stan Shunpike has been doing this for so many years, it's time for a promotion. You can take over his job."
"You dare! I'll kill you!" Barty Crouch Jr.. roared.
" Muggle-born can't kill me."
After speaking to Barty Crouch Barty Crouch Jr.., he turned to look at Kayson: "Let him become Muggle-born. Letting someone like that learn housework magic makes him a terrorist who threatens the safety of others."
Kayson shrugged. "Sure, I'll mail the device to you by owl later."
"Take the application form now and go directly to any of the Obliviator in the Department of Mysteries. They will give you what you want," Barty Crouch said.
Kayson nodded. "No problem, I'll be leaving now."
After leaving the office, Kayson looked at the old wizard who had been behind him, now also carrying a huge golden pharaoh's coffin.
When it comes to catering to someone's preferences, no one else can compare.
He stepped into the elevator and headed straight for the Department of Mysteries. Holding the note, he randomly found a wizard dressed in a black robe and handed him the note.
The latter examined it for a moment, nodded, then reached into his crotch and finally pulled out a USB drive.
"??? Is there such a big difference in the level of technology in the Wizarding World?" Kayson said, bewildered, as he took the USB drive.
" The Department of Mysteries has an electromagnetic barrier, so magic won't interfere with electronic devices. Besides, this thing has a high information density, making it more useful than books," the Obliviator in front of him explained.
Kayson nodded. "A very good reason, it gets my head spinning." With that, he used Ender teleportation back to Black family manor.
" Sirius, do you have any power or Wi-Fi here?"
After saying all this, Kaisen suddenly closed his eyes in pain, realizing he had gone to the wrong place.
Then he Ender teleportation back to his home on Baker Street, found his computer, and plugged in the USB drive.
emm...
"Why is it so slow?" Kayson looked at the progress bar in front of him, which was stuck on the last segment, and picked up the computer with a sigh, then rotated it 90 degrees, hoping that gravity would pull the progress bar down as quickly as possible.
bite...
"Holy crap, it works!" Kayson's eyes lit up when he heard the "good" voice.