Changes at the Ministry of Magic, Part Two

"What an idiot!"

"They have absolutely no idea how to read the emperor's mind!"

"You call yourselves the Department of Magical Law Enforcement? You should know that Arthur Weasley is the head of your sister department, Madam Bones is your direct superior," a burly wizard sneered.

He had clearly overheard their conversation.

"And what about you?"

"You, a Department of Magical Creature Management Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau, know more than us?" Dick rolled his eyes and said sarcastically.

He considered himself the wizard in the Ministry of Magic who threw money into the fountain the most frequently, and if he agreed with that, how dare anyone from another department interrupt?

"You can tell what kind of people Arthur Weasley and Madam Bones are just by looking at the recent changes in the Ministry of Magic."

"The idea behind this statue is wrong: male witches, female witches, centaurs, Goblin, House-elf are not on equal footing."

"And this is highly unrealistic, because centaurs and Goblin all consider themselves far superior to wizards and sorcerers."

"On the other hand, look at the smiles on the House-elf' faces. Would it be strange if you didn't take their orders? You know, House-elf have no other joy than serving wizards."

"This fountain is a completely imagined harmonious scene of a magical world, which is very much in line with Fudge's previous whitewashing style, and complements it perfectly."

"But this is not appropriate for Weasley and Madam Bones, who dare to change, admit the Ministry of Magic's mistakes, and get things done." The burly wizard raised his head high, looking smug.

"My name is Dick. What's your name?"

"Come here and explain in detail."

"My name is Dax. How about we treat you to a meal?" Dick and Dax said separately.

They thought this person was really knowledgeable.

If he gave them a piece of advice, they might be able to find a way to get promoted.

Faced with their admiring gazes and flattering tone, the man snorted and said, "Very well, let me guide you."

"My name is Wayne."

"You may find it strange that you work hard every day, but after several years, your position remains unchanged."

"Those who are not as good as you are rising in rank?" Wayne said after taking a sip of coffee in the private room of NEW EAST Cafe.

"Why?" Dax, being the youngest, asked impatiently first.

"You have not learned to develop your work in accordance with the central ideas of those who have more power than you."

"When Fudge was in charge, the face of the Ministry of Magic was above all else."

"As long as you can write reports, market yourself, and 'accidentally' appear in the newspaper to bring positive news to the Ministry of Magic, you can get promoted."

"And Fudge himself was the same."

"He chose to make it clear to everyone else that he listened to Dumbledore, who was more prestigious than him."

"That's how he managed to secure his position as minister," Wayne said after taking a bite of beef.

"I understand, so does Arthur Weasley."

"He was Dumbledore's man from the beginning." Dick slapped the table, suddenly realizing.

"Fudge was also ousted by a letter from Dumbledore."

"So, what we need to do is not to try to figure out what Arthur Weasley and Madam Bones are thinking."

"Instead, we should think about how to present ourselves to Dumbledore and work according to his principles," Dax excitedly, his face flushed.

In that instant, he felt he had discovered the truth about promotion and a raise!

"Not bad, not bad, this child is teachable."

"Especially you, Dax."

"Like me, when I learned that Triwizard Tournament was going to be held and that Dumbledore's confidant Hagrid needed dragons, I talked to Hagrid and subtly recommended four dragons that he was most interested in as part of the competition." Wayne stroked his chin, quite pleased with himself.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled. At that moment, they all believed that 'we all have a bright future!'

After dinner, in the elevator, as the three were about to press the buttons for the second and fourth floors respectively, a figure rushed in.

"What's wrong, Hugh?" Wayne patted the man on the shoulder.

Hugh was his colleague.

His nickname is Busy Hugh.

Besides the Centaur Liaison Office, the Werewolf Capture Planning Group, the Werewolf Registry, the Werewolf Support Services Section, and the Ghoul Task Force, the Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau within the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control is also quite idle.

Hugh was transferred to this department because he offended an influential person, but Hugh was unwilling to accept it and kept finding things to do even though he had nothing to do.

That's how he got that nickname.

However, Hugh always had a bitter smile on his face.

But now, he was very excited, his face beaming with joy.

"I got promoted!" Hugh hugged Wayne tightly.

"How could you—" Wayne asked, his face bitter, unsure of what to say.

Recently, he was the one who connected with Hogwarts and even made his presence felt in front of Dumbledore and Hagrid.

Why Hugh?

He couldn't understand it.

"You don't know?" Hugh looked around and asked in a low voice.

"Avery, Greengrass, Shafiq, Rowle— you're familiar with these surnames, right?" Hugh asked before Wayne could reply.

"Of course I know them. They have a lot of influence in the Ministry of Magic. Several powerful positions have been taken up by their young wizards, even though they haven't graduated for more than a few years!"

"If it weren't for them, we would have been promoted long ago, given our seniority!" Wayne complained.

Dax and Dick, standing to the side, also looked indignant.

But they're all dead!

"Those young guys you mentioned!"

"We don't know who did it."

"And the case was closed hastily."

"They just held a funeral this morning, and invited many Pure-blood families."

"But this is good news for us, it frees up a spot!"

"Look, as soon as I applied, they promoted me because of my diligence over the past few years!" Hugh's fawn-like eyes were filled with tears.

"Such a good thing!"

"I want to write a letter to apply too!"

"Me too!" Dick, Wayne, Dax exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Who do you think did this 'good deed'?" Dax asked.

"I think it's Dumbledore," Wayne said, his expression very certain.

"But they haven't had a chance to do anything bad yet," Dick asked, puzzled.

"Haven't you read the Daily Prophet?"

"That young man named Tom Riddle."

"I think he must be Dumbledore's bastard son."

"It was precisely because of his appearance that Dumbledore's style of doing things changed."

"In the past, he wouldn't have bothered with the Ministry of Magic." Wayne smiled wisely.