Chapter 255

An exceptionally hot summer began. Tang Dun's square big house and lush green grass were shrouded in a sleepy silence. The servants gathered in the room in front of the cellar, set up a large table to talk about gossip. Only one person was still standing outside, the footman Thomas, who was responsible for collecting the "Daily Prophet" for Master Harry from the mailbox.

Master Harry, who lived in luxury, with his increasingly black-bellied little sister, sat in the study. This was one of the few rooms in Tang Dun equipped with air conditioning.

"Look." Harry picked up the newspaper and read it seriously, "The big one is finally here."

"Minister for Magic Scrimgeour Resigns"

At a recent Ministry of Magic regular meeting, former Minister for Magic Scrimgeour admitted that it was precisely because he wrongly appointed Barty Crouch, who was extremely hostile to the Dark Lord, as the Director of the Department of Mysteries, and approved the hastily formulated Doctor plan at will, that led to the unfortunate passing of the greatest wizard in history, Deng Buliduo. Regarding this point, Scrimgeour believed that he was not suitable to continue to serve as Minister for Magic and decided to resign.

Since Scrimgeour took office, he often disregarded the reasonable opinions of domestic wizards, constantly intensifying the differences between Deng Buliduo and the Dark Lord, and unilaterally and unconditionally supported Deng Buliduo, which caused quite serious damage to the Ministry of Magic. The Doctor plan approved by Scrimgeour not only consumed a large amount of resources accumulated by the Department of Mysteries for a long time, but also occupied a considerable part of the reasonable budget of other departments. For this, most of the people in the Ministry complained.

After former Minister Scrimgeour resigned, through internal election, Jim Hacker, former Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was elected to act as Minister for Magic until the Cabinet formally approved this appointment.

Jim Hacker pointed out that regarding the political differences between the Death Eaters and the Order of the Phoenix, the Ministry of Magic should maintain a fair and strict attitude, adopt a pluralistic value theory, synthesize opinions from various aspects, with easing contradictions and shelving disputes as the core of work; with active dialogue and avoiding conflict as the priority of work; with mediating in the middle and working together as the goal of work; and continuously promote the institutionalization, standardization, and normalization of political cooperation in the Wizarding World.

"Scrimgeour resigned?" Eve leaned over curiously, "But why is the new Minister for Magic that sausage-selling Hacker? What did he say with all this?"

"First of all, Hacker is muddling through, saying it is the same as not saying it," Harry said. "Secondly, this is obviously pushed by the Death Eaters behind the scenes. They need a weak, easily manipulated Minister."

"Finally, didn't you find that Hogwarts' sausages are better than Tang Dun's? It can be seen that he is not useless," Harry added.

"Okay, let's look at the rest of the articles. From which angle does Rita intend to boast about Harry Potter today?" Eve quickly flipped through the second and third pages of the newspaper. Many articles would inexplicably mention Harry, abruptly as if they had received someone's money.

"She doesn't need to interview me at all now. She can make up a large section of lies just by relying on her own imagination, and those people write according to this point," Harry flipped through helplessly. "What kind of extraordinary magical talent shown since childhood, fearless heroic spirit, student opinion leader, etc."

"It can't be said that it's completely wrong," Eve said, and was pressed on the head by Harry, forcing her to face the Transfiguration homework.

However, most of the space in the newspaper today was used to report personnel changes. Harry saw such an article on the second page.

"Leslie Potts Succeeds as Director of the Department of Mysteries and Delivers an Important Speech"

After former Director of the Department of Mysteries Barty Crouch resigned due to illness, former Director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports Leslie Potts was transferred to be the Director of the Department of Mysteries, and Lu Duo Bagman was promoted to Director of the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

Leslie Potts pointed out that the important duty of the Department of Mysteries lies in guarding the secrets of the Ministry of Magic. It is necessary to constantly emphasize the awareness of confidentiality in various departments and offices, deeply implement "resolutely not look at what can not be looked at, resolutely not listen to what can not be listened to," effectively ensure that all personnel in the Ministry of Magic have no secrets to know and no secrets to leak, carry forward the spirit of asking three questions and knowing nothing, and actively and steadily implement confidentiality work from the root.

"What is he saying?" Eve leaned her head over again.

"Too smart, this person," Harry praised sarcastically. "As long as I don't know anything, it's impossible for me to leak secrets. I really want to see if his head is solid."

"Then what is the role of the Department of Mysteries?" Eve asked. "If he doesn't know anything?"

"Because he doesn't know anything, he doesn't have to do anything. To put it bluntly, it is to leave this department vacant to ensure that no one else will tinker with the Doctor plan here," Harry said dejectedly. "Obviously, they feel that maintaining stability is more important than developing magic."

Harry flipped through the news behind again, "Lu Duo Bagman proposes to strictly investigate match-fixing," which made him laugh out loud.

Next was former Auror Office Director Gregory Lestrade promoted to Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and former Auror Johnny English promoted to Auror Office Director. They were all on the same line, and they were promoted sequentially. Harry nodded, folded the newspaper, put it aside, and wondered in his heart whether he should write a letter to someone.

Should he write to his good friend Ron, or his godfather Sirius, who is currently occupying an important position among the Death Eaters in the identity of Regulus, or Snape, who is trying to take over Deng Buliduo's great cause?

But one thing is certain, he couldn't write to Zhang Qiu, who had provided him with a lot of help all along. Last year, in order to rescue Harry from the frozen space-time, she used an overly powerful spell and had to lie in bed for a month.

The hot, silent weather, and the cool indoor, plus the sense of relaxation brought by Voldemort's death, Harry was a bit sleepy for a while.

Suddenly, a loud, echoing cracking sound rang out. Harry was too familiar with this sound. This was someone Disapparating nearby.

Eve quickly drew her wand, looking at the door vigilantly.

"You can't cast magic outside school, you will be expelled," Harry pressed her hand down. "And it's not dangerous outside now."

"Master Harry, a guest has arrived," the butler Carson's voice came from outside. "It's that policeman."

Which policeman is that policeman? Harry opened the door curiously, only to find that Johnny English was struggling with a door: his coat corner was stuck in the door crack.

"Oh, Ha, Harry," he had a faint smile on his face, walking out of his coat confidently. "The Minister asked me to pick you up. He needs to read Deng Buliduo's will, and you, need to receive his legacy."

"Will?" Harry was stunned. "Is there such a thing?"

"Deng Buliduo was a very far-sighted old man. He made a will three years ago and had it notarized by the Ministry of Magic," Johnny said. "Don't you think this is a thing worth learning from? When you have a little premonition, leave a detailed will, and by the way, clean up everything that should be cleaned up."

Harry counted. Three years ago, perhaps it was when Deng Buliduo went to find the Resurrection Stone and accidentally fell into a curse. Deng Buliduo at that time had a heart of death, leaving a will, which was a very normal thing.

"Oh right, and the Doctor's legacy," Johnny suddenly lowered his voice. "You know which Doctor I'm talking about."

Thinking of that Soviet spy who disguised himself as Barty Jr., Harry couldn't help but feel complicated emotions. He directed the terrible ending of the Triwizard Tournament, buried Britain's two most powerful wizards, and also destroyed the Ministry of Magic's long-term painstaking efforts; however, when he was playing the Doctor, he did give Harry a lot of help. Most importantly, he mistakenly thought Harry would definitely die in the frozen space-time, so he confessed all the plans, allowing Harry to be resourceful and use the lie of the painting to maintain the deterrent power of the British Wizarding World.

No matter what, Harry thought he should go, so he stepped forward and grabbed Johnny's arm.

"Ah, and you, little sister," he pointed at Eve who was peeking at the door. "Deng Buliduo also left something for you, come with me."

Before Disapparating, he raised his eyebrows and said lightly to the butler Carson: "Help me dry-clean the clothes, I'll come to get them tomorrow."

After a dizzying turn, Harry found himself appearing in a dilapidated alley. Johnny led them straight toward a red telephone booth.

When Harry saw the telephone booth, his heart suddenly warmed. The time machine made by the Ministry of Magic—the TARDIS, used the image of a police telephone booth. It looked dilapidated on the outside, but an Undetectable Extension Charm was applied to the inside. It was grand, exquisite, and a downward staircase led to dozens of rooms with different functions such as guest rooms, tea rooms, and swimming pools.

Unfortunately, in order to achieve the goal of freezing space-time and isolating Death, Barty Jr. tricked the Doctors into blowing it up.

Then Harry was awakened from his memory. This telephone booth representing the facade of the Ministry of Magic was really just an ordinary telephone booth, and the internal space was narrow and very crowded. Harry was squeezed onto the telephone equipment. He tried hard to cushion his head with his hands to avoid being bumped. As Johnny closed the door forcefully, Eve's head poked directly out of the door hole where the glass had fallen off.

"Mr. English, are you sure this is the entrance to the Ministry of Magic? The entrance to an important department of the British Empire is not even as big as a public toilet?" Harry said angrily.

"You have to understand, little girl," Johnny said somewhat dejectedly, "if it weren't for time being frozen, the TARDIS should have been the Ministry's highest secret. How could it be known to everyone?"

"And then once it's no longer a secret, you even run a seven-day column to boast about this great invention," Harry teased.