Homecoming from Hogwarts

"But what can I do?"

Looking at the pair of unfathomable eyes across the table, Kakus was stunned and asked in confusion.

Amosta said calmly, stroking the wine glass with his fingertips.

"I just said that secret witches are always unwilling to integrate into the system of the modern magic world. This is due to their own reasons as well as ours. The wizards who first built the modern magic system did not reserve a place for their entire group—"

Kakus frowned slightly, obviously not quite understanding the meaning of this.

Seeing Kakus's doubts, Amosta smiled and asked,

"If a wizard of secret origin wants to enter the Ministry of Magic, what channels do you think he can go through, Cacus?"

Entering the Ministry of Magic?

Kakus narrowed his eyes, as if realizing something.

This is undoubtedly a difficult task, let alone secret wizards. Even wizards who have graduated from Hogwarts with orthodox modern magic education find it difficult. Only the most outstanding young people who have obtained multiple NEWTS certificates can gain the favor of the Ministry of Magic. Wait!

Kakus' eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Amosta in surprise and suspicion.

"It seems you understand—"

Amosta smiled and said,

"The Ministry of Magic will not accept wizards who are secret wizards because they have no way to judge their level. Unlike the young wizards who graduated from Hogwarts and took the NEWTS exam, the Ministry of Magic and some workshops and companies can judge the level of young wizards by their OWLS or NEWTS exam scores.

Therefore, if we want them to integrate into our system, we must let them see our sincerity.

Let the Wizarding Examinations Authority establish a new judging mechanism to test their magic level and benchmark the OWLS and NEWTS level exams, and the Ministry of Magic will recognize the test results.

Looking at Kakus who was lost in thought, Amosta continued,

"In the years when the new judging mechanism is implemented, the Ministry of Magic needs to give secret witches a fixed recruitment quota. The Ministry of Magic is the weather vane of the wizarding world. As long as the Ministry of Magic approves, the current workshops and companies will soon approve as well. In this way, those secret witches will have a way to make a living, instead of hiding in the underground world all day long to stir up trouble."

Without a doubt, this is a genius idea!

However, as the wizard who deals most with those secret witches, Kakus will not be blindly optimistic.

"I don't deny that this is a very good idea. I mean, it's a good idea to show some kindness to those stubborn people--"

Kakus said cautiously,

"But you know, the problem is probably not just these. The magic of those secret witches and those ancient ways of casting spells are often very cruel and cannot be tolerated by our laws. And this is just the tip of the iceberg of the differences between the two sides."

"I will not ignore the difficulty of this matter, Kakus. I am not naive enough to think that I can get all the secret wizards to applaud at the beginning. This is a long process, but at least it will let them see our sincerity and try to gain more support so that they will not lean towards our enemies."

Kakus nodded unconsciously while deep in thought.

"This is not something that can be accomplished overnight. The Ministry of Magic should set up a separate department for this purpose. Oh... to give an inappropriate example, just like the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, to bridge the contradictions between the two sides. Wizards among them who hope to integrate into the modern magical society also need to make sacrifices and abandon some outdated traditions.

When you become the head of this department, Kakus, you need to think more about what policies can help them integrate into our team as quickly as possible."

Amosta said.

"There are indeed some secret wizards who are forced to stay there. I know them. I plan to, oh, wait!"

Kakus came back to his senses and stared at Amosta in surprise.

"You just said that you wanted me to be... Oh, I heard you right, but I... I am just... just a..."

"Haha, do you plan to stay in that dirty, smelly underground for the rest of your life, Kakus? This is a complete waste of your talent."

Amosta smiled calmly.

"I think the time is right for the Foley family to return to the Ministry of Magic and to the public eye."

Kakus' lips were slightly open as he stared blankly at Amosta Braine. Inside his stiff body, his heart was becoming hot!

To restore the Foley family to glory?

For half a century, so many family members have tried hard to gain a place in the Ministry of Magic, but all their attempts have failed. And now, this dream is within reach without anyone noticing?!

Kakus wanted to say something, but he suddenly found that his voice was hoarse as if he had been thirsty for several days.

"me."

Can he leave the underground world and the den of thieves that keeps him on edge all day?

Kakus blinked blankly, looking around the dim bar, unsure if he was dreaming. Aberforth, who had treated his injuries and walked out of the inner hall, startled Kakus and asked subconsciously,

"But Dumbledore?"

"Oh, I'm sure Headmaster Dumbledore won't stop it, that's a good thing isn't it?"

Amosta ignored Aberforth's direct gaze.

"Over the years, you have accumulated some connections. These connections can ensure that when I raise this suggestion to the Ministry of Magic again, those who have objections will shut up."

Ministry of Magic!

Kakus shuddered again, and his expression darkened.

"But the Ministry of Magic. If it was before, I have no doubt that you could push this matter forward, but now Cornelius Fudge seems to be..."

Kakus hesitated to speak.

'It won't last much longer'

Amosta looked out the window at the heavy rain, and the occasional flashes of lightning made his face look resolute and majestic.

"Don't worry about this. I will make it happen. By the way, Kakus, there is one more thing."

Turning his head to look at Kakus' slightly confused face,

"Your wife and daughter must consider the dangers they may face in the war. Tell them to be prepared. I have a place that should ensure their safety and be ready to evacuate at any time."

Cacos had left, and only Aberforth and Amosta were left in the dark hall of the Hog's Head.

"Please give me another drink, Aberforth—"

Amosta came to the bar with an empty cup in his hand and smiled, then handed it to Aberforth who was wiping the cup silently.

"What are you still doing here, Blaine?"

Aberforth did not reach out to take it, but glanced at Amosta with an unhappy look and said,

"The broker who made the dirty deal with you has gone away, right? Don't you have anything to do in Hogwarts?"

"Oh, don't be so harsh, Aberforth."

Amosta still smiled and showed no sign of anger.

"I'm just a visitor. I come here to enjoy a few glasses of wine and relieve the stress of work in my free time."

Hum--

Aberforth smiled coldly, he turned sideways to look at Amosta, and said in a rough voice,

"I almost doubt whether you are Albus's son. The way you lie without blinking an eye is exactly like him!"

"Oh, you are totally humiliating me, Aberforth."

Amosta frowned and said unhappily.

"I know what you are planning."

Aberforth's words were sharp.

"You are plotting these plots against me just to get me to pass on the message to Albus. You know my saintly brother won't tell him your plans directly."

The sound of the copper bell at the door attracted the attention of the two people inside and outside the bar.

"Ah, Amosta, you're here already. Oh, sorry, am I late?"

The visitor waved his arms excitedly, shook off the raindrops on his hair, and skipped towards the bar.

"Please, Aberforth, give me a whisky too, oh it's a dreadful day, isn't it?

Aberforth hunched his shoulders and glared at Amosta with anger.

"Oh, damn, how many people did you call to me?!"

(End of this chapter)