The feast soon ended. The blazing afternoon sun reluctantly went home, and now it was the moon's turn on duty. She poured down cool moonlight, dispelling all the summer heat, while a gentle breeze blew. Better still, Mrs. Weasley and the two girls soon brought out chilled fruit juice.
Everyone moved from the tent to the courtyard. Bill and Charlie worked together to conjure a dozen or so chairs with Transfiguration Spells. Percy pulled Mr. Weasley into a seat not far from Su Er and the others, still talking about his ambitions and career.
However, Percy finally stopped reporting on his current report about regulating the thickness of imported cauldron bottoms and switched to complaining about someone at the Ministry of Magic named Ludo Bagman.
Percy served as Barty Crouch's assistant in the Department of International Magical Cooperation, though rather than Barty Crouch's assistant, it would have been more accurate to call him Umbridge's assistant.
Politicians were ruthless toward their enemies. Yes, that meant Fudge. Thanks to Su Er's involvement, he had gotten hold of Crouch's weakness and, after Crouch's reputation was ruined, stripped him of his position.
Only out of concern that others would call him too grasping had he left Crouch the position of deputy head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, a role with more symbolic significance than authority.
The actual power remained firmly in Umbridge's hands.
In fact, Umbridge assigning Percy to serve as a defeated man's assistant was partly about keeping watch on Barty Crouch, but it was also no different from a maid in a palace drama being sent to serve a consort banished to the cold palace.
Who knew what Umbridge had told Percy to make him believe he had such a bright future, as though he would soon become deputy head,