No one in the meeting room answered.
They all knew those words were unpleasant.
But what was even more unpleasant was that they were not entirely wrong.
Meanwhile, at the end of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement corridor, Barton was arguing with an Auror assistant, his face red.
"I don't need a woman from Hogwarts teaching me how to investigate cases."
Barton said.
"Especially when she's never even worked in this department. How did I never notice before what a fuss she could make?"
The Auror assistant held the manual.
"Never having investigated a case doesn't mean the procedures have no value."
"Taking her side again?"
"I'm talking about the procedures."
"Not her."
"Then cross her name out of the appendix."
The Auror assistant's tone hardened too.
"Can you honestly say all these procedures are useless?"
Barton was momentarily stumped.
The Auror assistant pressed him.
"Do you know how to coordinate with Golden Skynet?"
Barton said nothing.
"Are you familiar with the New Azkaban prisoner transport procedures?"
Barton's expression darkened further.
"Did you fill out the Muggle incident cleanup template correctly last time?"
"Enough."
Barton slapped the manual down on the windowsill.
"Are you trying to say I'm unqualified?"
"It's not me trying to say it."
The Auror assistant pointed at the manual.
"This whole system will say it."
"That's what everyone's afraid of."
Barton stared at him.
This time, he did not immediately lose his temper.
The Auror assistant lowered his voice.
"We're not afraid of learning."
"We're afraid of being judged once and for all by a form."
"We're afraid of someone who's never been to a scene turning twenty years of experience into a case study."
"We're afraid the word 'retraining' will follow our files around from now on."
Barton slowly picked up the manual.
"Then