The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 383 Bonus Chapter: The Work of the Ministry of Magic

Chapter 383 Bonus Chapter: The Work of the Ministry of Magic

Working at the Ministry of Magic is always tedious, at least much more boring than spending time at school.

I sat at my desk and sighed, unsure of what to do. I had never thought of this while I was in school—probably because there were always countless troubles during my school years.

It wasn't really a troublesome matter—for some reason, I suddenly thought of her.

We haven't seen each other since graduation. Come to think of it, after saying those things, how could we possibly meet again?

Not only have we never met, we haven't even written to each other. I guess she's too scared to do it. I can tell that seeing how angry I was, she would never dare to write to me.

and I?

Why didn't I write a letter? Was it because I was waiting for her to walk out that door?

This felt more like some high-sounding excuse—to keep me from thinking about her—and without realizing it, I picked up a piece of paper. Looking at the blank page, I thought for a long time before finally writing a few words.

"Long time no see—how have you been?"

Isn't this a bit too official? Our relationship shouldn't be like this—or rather, it wasn't always like this.

After all, we're more like strangers now, the most familiar strangers—

I sighed softly, crumpled the letter into a ball, and threw it away.

Why did I suddenly want to write to her? Is it because a year and a half has passed? Or is it because I've actually figured things out?

It must be very difficult for her to get through this on her own, right? Maybe I shouldn't have just abandoned her like that.

This method may not be suitable—it may not be suitable for her.

Perhaps it's because I haven't had a moment of peace in a long time, but my thoughts are surging from the depths of my heart like a tide, or perhaps it's because nothing has gone smoothly lately.

I was lost in my own thoughts, even a little selfishly, as I thought about her as I remembered her.

I had my own idea of ​​what she would do, and I also believed that—giving her a push would make it happen.

And he was arrogant—he thought too highly of himself in her eyes.

So, what exactly is our relationship? Friends? But we've never talked about it that way—or classmates? But we're not in the same grade.

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I sighed silently and put the matter aside; perhaps now was not the time to dwell on such things.

Perhaps we'll meet again soon, after all, given her personality—she might be somewhere, researching magic arrays, right?

I'll find her again when her magic array succeeds, or when it causes some trouble.

Then rescue her from dire straits—just like before?

I shook my head and began to focus on the things on the table in front of me.

These are various documents from the Ministry of Magic. As an Auror in the Auror Office of the German Ministry of Magic, my work is far more complex than most ordinary wizards realize.

The relationship between Lord Grindelwald and the European Wizarding Federation has now reached a freezing point, with all sorts of problems arising.

The Ministry of Magic is also running out of manpower. In addition to some people not agreeing with Lord Grindelwald's ideas, some wizards from Muggle families seem to be affected by the war.

Ah—the war in the Muggle world has affected the wizarding world, but everything in the wizarding world is as if it never happened to the Muggles.

I casually signed my name on a document, then turned my attention to something else.

Speaking of which, Christmas is just around the corner—should I go back and visit?

Let's just forget about it. My father doesn't really want to see me, and I happen to not want to see him either. Meeting between people who dislike each other is torture for everyone else.

My younger brother isn't very obedient either. I've clearly told him that as a student he shouldn't get involved in UMNO affairs, but he never listens.

The only person I could find who was easy to manage in the enormous von Ansbach family was the house-elf Otto, who occasionally brought news from home.

Perhaps I should write her a letter? With that thought, I picked up another sheet of paper.

Someone like her probably couldn't even live on her own, right? — And I felt I should still show some decorum as a pure-blood wizard — It was just a simple inquiry, nothing more.

With that thought in mind, I picked up my pen and wrote down the first sentence.

"Loila Hamilton, how have you been lately? —"

"Clatter".

My desk was gently tapped, and when I looked up, I saw another Auror from the Ministry of Magic.

"Müller, who are you writing to?" he asked jokingly. "Can I see it?"

"————" I paused for a few seconds and said, "Do you really enjoy prying into other people's privacy, Hoffenheim?"

"No, no, it's called curiosity," Hoffen said with a slight smile. "I'm curious about who our Ansbach family's young master is writing to."

"And who was it that rejected the marriage proposals from other families time and time again?"

Hoffen is not just my colleague; he also comes from a pure-blood wizarding family in Germany, and I had even rejected his sister not long ago.

But him—

"It's definitely not because of your sister anyway," I said with a smile and a shrug.

"You really dare to say that." He laughed when he heard this, then patted my shoulder: "Although my sister isn't very likable, it's really rude of you to say such things in front of someone else's brother."

"I think it's still rude of people to pry into other people's privacy," I replied with a shrug.

Hoffen is my childhood friend; we've known each other since we were little, except he didn't go to Durmstrang but went to Beauxbatons instead.

The specific reason seems to be that his family's address was assigned to France during the Muggle World War, and his father happened to dislike Durmstrang's teaching philosophy.

"Ah—I know, it must be that mysterious girl, right?" He blinked, as if he already knew: "The girl from the Hamilton family."

I'm not surprised he could guess who it was, after all, we've known each other since childhood, and I've told him many things about myself.

Including the time she and I went home together.

"Have you two made up yet?" he asked casually.

"No." I pursed my lips and shook my head. "You know—that's what I said back then—"

"Alright, alright, you can only fool others with your words," Hoffen shrugged. "Of course I know what you're thinking."

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"You wanted to push them a bit, but they didn't take the bait, right?" he said in a flippant tone. "That's your problem."

"If you ask me, it's a bit—" He raised an eyebrow, as if that would convey the word to me.

"If you like her, go after her. Playing hard to get doesn't work on the girl you're talking about."

"I don't like her," I clarified, pursing my lips.

"Really not?" he asked in a tone that I found a little annoying.

He was particularly annoying today, both in his tone and the words he said.

I shook my head unhappily and then looked down at the letter.

"Alright, alright, stop writing letters." He shrugged and said, "I heard the Inquisition has caught another traitor who colluded with Muggles."

"I'm here to call you over." He shook his head helplessly. "They need someone to make a record over there."

"They originally recommended me to go," he said with a sigh. "But you know, I just can't bring myself to be ruthless when it comes to girls."

"I simply can't keep up with anything like that, like taking notes."

"I understand." I shook my head, reluctantly getting up because I didn't really want to cause myself any trouble.

"Help me with this, and I'll help you figure out how to write that letter later."

"Helping you is fine, but forget about the letter—" I said, then suddenly remembered something and looked at him, saying, "Don't touch my letter."

"Understood! Understood!"

I shook my head slightly as I looked at him, then walked outside.

Get your work done for today, then go back and write your letter.

The letter, with only the first sentence written on it, was left quietly on the table, and thereafter, it remained forever at the first sentence.

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