A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts

Chapter 464: Elite of the Ministry of Magic

The next day, Felix arrived punctually at the Ministry of Magic. Disguised as a red telephone booth, the elevator halted on the dark floor of the Ministry's grand hall. "The Ministry hopes you have a pleasant day today," uttered the indifferent voice of a woman inside the elevator.

Subsequently, the booth's door flung open. Perhaps due to the Easter holiday, the magnificent hall appeared deserted, evoking a profound sense of solitude. Felix immediately spotted the person he was supposed to meet not far away—Tonks.

She sported violet-hued hair, her nose appearing softer than before. Metamorphmagus... truly fascinating, Felix thought. If only I could examine it further.

But he refrained from vocalizing that thought.

"Mr. Harp, I've taken over this task from Kingsley," Tonks cheerfully stated, approaching him and appraising him. "Is this how you arrived?"

"Would there be another way?" Felix inquired.

"I thought you might bring some teaching tools," Tonks said. "Ryms mentioned you always have interesting inventions and ideas."

"I did bring them. I'll unveil them at the appropriate time," Felix smiled faintly, walking toward the elevator with her. "Are you still in touch with Ryms?"

"Oh, yes," Tonks replied. "I like wandering around Swordhold on its open days. Ryms has given me plenty of advice. He's still troubled by the stunning incident, but he didn't mean it, did he? We need to head to the second floor; Scrimgeour is waiting."

"It's the headquarters of Future World company. It looks like a sword stuck in Diagon Alley. That's what we call it," Tonks explained, fiddling with the elevator buttons. The elevator jerked, starting its ascent.

Felix realized he always learned about his company's undisclosed information from others. It gave him a sense of a rapidly growing company, expanding its influence. Tonks brought the conversation back on track, "I've been saving for the Jade Crown recently, but I've always been a bit extravagant."

"It's indeed popular among girls," Felix remarked understandingly.

"Oh, uh," Tonks seemed flustered. She hurriedly explained, "I don't mean to wear a princess dress or two. What I meant is, although it's beautiful... It comes in six styles and can be customized. Don't you think it suits my abilities?" She gestured to her face, swiftly sharpening her previously gentle nose, giving her a more refined and formidable look.

"Ding! Second floor," interrupted the elevator.

Felix pretended to be convinced. They reached Auror Office, an open space divided into several cubicles, each belonging to an Auror. Despite the holiday, most of the seats were occupied.

The Aurors conversed in groups of two or three. As Tonks led Felix in, all of them turned their attention toward them. Felix sensed various emotions—a mix of curiosity, admiration, suspicion, scrutiny, and one or two hints of malice.

"That's my seat," Tonks pointed to a cubicle. Stickers adorned the cubicle's wooden board, and scattered across the desk were a few pending files and a water cup with a discount coupon for Future World company beneath it.

"Thank you, Tonks," Kingsley interjected. "I'll take it from here."

Felix felt like a commodity briefly transferred through Tonks' hands to a more professional individual. Kingsley escorted him to the inner side of the open space where a heavy oak door hung. The door bore a gilded wooden sign displaying Scrimgeour's name and job title.

"Hello, Mr. Harp," Scrimgeour greeted from his office. He didn't use the cane resting on the shelf but limped from behind the solid wood desk. He appeared warmer than before, his lion's mane-like hair swaying as he shook hands with Felix. "The Ministry has been discussing you lately. Griselda highly regards you."

Felix presumed he referred to the reorganization of Ancient Runes classes. "I hope everything is proceeding smoothly."

"Indeed," Scrimgeour said. "Your chances are significant. Griselda's timing is strategic, and one must acknowledge her vast network. She's also a Wizengamot elder; her recommendation holds weight."

Felix found it peculiar; their conversations seemed unrelated. Before he could inquire further, Scrimgeour walked out of the office, yelling to the Aurors, who promptly stood up and headed towards the door.

"We're going to the training room," Scrimgeour informed him.

"The training room?" Felix was taken aback, quickly realizing that Aurors must have their own training grounds.

"The Magical Law Enforcement Department is the largest in the Ministry," Scrimgeour chuckled. "It reflects in various aspects—numbers, space, and, of course, expenses." They exited and moved in the opposite direction of the elevator, passing through some corridors before turning into a dim, decre

pit hallway. Scrimgeour lifted a tapestry that revealed an archaic door behind it.

Felix barely contained his surprise as they stepped into an expansive chamber. The room housed various training facilities—target boards, mock-up combat models, obstacle courses, and a sand-filled pit that seemed to absorb spells.

Satisfied with Felix's reaction, Scrimgeour nodded approvingly. "Welcome to the Auror training ground, Mr. Harp."

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