The Minister's Office at the Ministry of Magic rang with one interruption after another.
"Kane, is the compensation still not settled? I'm giving you one more week. Every casualty from the last attack on the Ministry must receive compensation!"
"The rebuilding still isn't finished? Merlin's torn trousers, how much longer do they need?"
"The Department of International Magical Cooperation is pressing us again? Tomorrow. I'll go over tomorrow afternoon. Tell those Spanish wizards to wait one more day."
"Things have stabilized in Diagon Alley? Merlin's claw hammer, that's the best news I've heard in days."
At long last, Scrimgeour was alone in the Minister's Office.
"Damned goblins. Sooner or later, I'll slaughter the lot of them!" Scrimgeour sat at his desk with a frown and picked up a report.
The Auror Office duty roster on the parchment made his temper flare all over again.
"Short-staffed again..." Scrimgeour muttered. He pushed the roster aside and rubbed his brow wearily. "Merlin's deck chair..."
"Looks like being Minister is quite a burden, Rufus." A gentle voice sounded in front of his desk.
Scrimgeour looked up. His sharp gaze froze when he saw who it was, and then a wave of drowsiness washed over him.
A minute later, he came to his senses. He set down his quill and let out a long breath—he remembered everything.
After discussing it, Will had substantially altered his memories and placed a great deal of knowledge about Origin Spells in his mind. It had genuinely helped him improve.
"Mr. Behrens." Scrimgeour seemed to relax a little. "You're here."
"Looks like I came at just the right time." Will smiled faintly and sat down across the desk.
"Yes, just the right time." Scrimgeour gave a bitter smile and gestured at the mountain of documents on his desk. "Right when