Chapter 1782: War Without Victors (232)
In truth, from the moment Hermione resolved to apply for a job at the Ministry of Magic, the unfair treatment she would suffer had already been inevitable.
When working for someone else, who did not have to swallow some grievances? Such unfair treatment was simply the norm in society, and there was nothing you could do about it. The only thing you could do was endure it in silence.
After all, once you had become little more than a beast of burden, you had no say from the very beginning—unless you no longer wanted the job.
Such situations were even more common in government institutions, especially ones that had existed for a long time. What awaited you was always a pitch-black, deathly silence.
That was precisely why, for someone like Albert, who longed for freedom, working at the Ministry of Magic was absolutely out of the question. Even if Kingsley were willing to hand him the position of Minister of Magic in the near future, he would not think much of that piece of rubbish.
It was perfectly normal that Hermione, influenced by Albert's ideals of freedom, could not adapt to the oppressive atmosphere of the Ministry of Magic in such a short time.
The smile on Hermione's face diminishing at a visible rate was entirely within Albert's expectations.
Even Avalon's other residents could tell that Hermione was unhappy at the Ministry of Magic. Most of the time, the smile on her face was forced.
This completely snuffed out the thoughts of some wizards who had considered applying for jobs at the Ministry of Magic.
Were the jobs Avalon offered not good enough, or did they find their lives insufficiently challenging? Did they really have to go to the Ministry of Magic to experience