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Seeing how Bertha was acting, Anduin didn't know whether to be relieved that she had a poor memory or feel sorry for her.

How had someone in her condition ever been hired by the Ministry of Magic?

Bertha thought hard for a long while but still couldn't come up with anything. In the end, she could only give up. "Sorry, I really can't remember what happened before I passed out. But I still have to thank you for helping me. If it weren't for you, I might really have been in trouble."

Hearing Bertha's words, Shalltear and Hog couldn't help laughing awkwardly. Although the witch in front of them seemed a little silly, her honest nature made them feel somewhat embarrassed.

They were the ones who had knocked her out, yet she was thanking them instead. That was more than a little awkward.

"Don't mention it. We're loyal partners of the Ministry of Magic, after all. Helping each other is only right." Anduin was much thicker-skinned than the other two. "It's just that my subordinate has already brought you back to Britain. That may have cut your vacation in Albania short."

"That's all right!" Bertha waved her hand casually. "There wasn't anything fun to do there anyway, and I didn't leave anything valuable behind. You can just think of it as me coming home early."

"It's just..." As if she'd thought of something, Bertha suddenly looked troubled. "If I go straight back to the Ministry of Magic, Director Bagman might get upset."

"It sounds like things aren't going too well for you at the Ministry. Have you ever thought about switching departments?" Shalltear suddenly felt sorry for Bertha and couldn't help asking.

"No department wants me." Bertha pouted as she complained. "Ever since my memory got worse, they've kicked me