Cornelius Fudge, the most miserable Minister of Magic, was done for!
When Klein saw the next day's Daily Prophet, he couldn't help feeling half a second of sympathy for that round-faced old man.
Such was fate.
Cornelius Fudge cared too much about power and thought too highly of himself, yet he was also a coward at heart.
A Minister of Magic like that might get away with it in peaceful times, but amid upheaval, those flaws were far too serious.
Still, Alastor Moody really was a madman.
Even if the Minister of Magic were a dog, you couldn't just throw a Justice Uppercut at him~
"Tsk, tsk."
It had nothing to do with him. He'd better just keep his head down and be a good little student.
Klein set down the newspaper and focused on the breakfast in front of him.
After their return from Egypt, Dumbledore had perhaps realized he'd gone a little too far. He hadn't made Klein play the tool again lately, and Klein had enjoyed a rare stretch of relative leisure.
It was only relative leisure, though. He wasn't being used as a tool anymore, but he still couldn't forget the duties he'd agreed to take on.
The young wizards' Patronus Charms.
To be honest, he was falling a little behind in his lessons.
Klein found it strange. He'd clearly optimized the traditional way of casting the Patronus Charm, so why couldn't he get it just right?
Forget half the class—even now, fewer than a third of the young wizards could reliably conjure silver mist.
Where did that leave Professor Klein's dignity, after he'd finally gotten to play the part of a professor?
"What are you thinking about?"
He was considering tonight's lesson when Draco's voice suddenly came from behind him.
The young master carried his