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Chapter 1682: A War with No Victors (One Hundred and Thirty-Two)
Chapter 1682: A War with No Victors (One Hundred and Thirty-Two)
Albert's words left Kingsley speechless.
Of course, he could have done that from the start, but now...
Well, now it felt like "compromise" was a huge loss.
One had to admit that Albert's way of thinking was unique and unlike most people, who probably wouldn't have handled it this way.
However, Kingsley eventually followed Albert's suggestion, although the outcome wasn't as good as initially expected.
If he had done this from the beginning and then offered everyone a Galleon as compensation, even if they were unhappy with his actions, they wouldn't have said anything. After all, Kingsley, as the Minister of Magic, had his own difficulties to contend with.
As long as Kingsley put on an attitude of "I will try my best to fight for your benefits" and coupled it with sincere compensation, most people, after receiving the compensation, would be willing to sympathize with him. They would think that this was an internal issue of the Ministry of Magic, not Kingsley's personal problem.
After all, with the return of peace in the British magical community, there was no longer a need for so many Aurors, and it was actually a good thing for some of the more average Aurors to leave this dangerous post.
Being an Auror might seem glamorous, but it also carried a certain amount of risk.
To be freed from this dangerous job and reassigned to a position one enjoyed was, by all accounts, a rather decent outcome.
But the way things had turned out now, it seemed more like Kingsley had been forced into this decision due to pressure, and there was a significant difference between the two scenarios, a gap that far exceeded Kingsley's imagination.
"So, that was your idea for Kingsley?"
Cedric chatted with Albert about this matter during dinner.
"What about it?" Albert asked, puzzled.
"I knew he would be willing to compromise. Cedric's expression was unusually strange.
"I just reminded him that honesty is the best policy. Especially since everyone has been working overtime every day for the past few days, not only contributing to the peace of the magical community but also restoring the reputation of the Ministry of Magic." After finishing the food on his plate, Albert took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, "The Ministry of Magic shouldn't have turned their backs on them afterward."
Recently, the Auror office had almost come to a standstill due to this issue. Regardless of whether they would be transferred or not, everyone was very dissatisfied with the Ministry's handling of the situation.
Basically, the Ministry owed them a favor.
And this favor had to be returned, no matter what form it took.
"I wonder what would have happened to Kingsley if he didn't have you as his advisor?"
Cedric was also aware that Albert had no interest in being Kingsley's permanent advisor.
"He's just not used to his position yet. If he had waited a year to make sure that the Ministry of Magic no longer needed so many Aurors before making personnel adjustments, there definitely wouldn't be as many problems as there are now."
After speaking, Albert got up from his seat and went straight to the school hospital on the second floor.
Apparently, due to the unusual coldness of the rainy season this year, many students at the school had contracted a severe flu.
Fever, cough, runny nose, and a host of other symptoms emerged one after another, overwhelming the school hospital. Even some of the professors fell victim to the illness, causing the entire school to come to a standstill.
Madame Pomfrey had to urgently develop a special medicine, but as Horace Slughorn was also bedridden, she was struggling to cope. It was for this reason that Professor McGonagall, at the nurse's suggestion, called upon Albert to help with the research for the flu cure.
As a result, Albert had not been home for several days, for fear of accidentally infecting little Alice.
Although he showed no signs of infection, Albert did not want to take any risks with his daughter's health. Meanwhile, Katrina, who had been accompanying Albert, could barely contain her smile.
"Thanks to you, we were able to develop the cure much faster. Otherwise, who knows how much longer it would have taken," Madame Pomfrey said, glancing at Albert with gratitude as she watched the student who had just taken the medicine show signs of improvement.
The recent flu outbreak had really taken a toll on her.
"The effect of this medicine isn't that great, and..."
Albert was not very satisfied with the effect of this special medicine, and his gaze fell on the boy's head, where there was still some white smoke that had not completely dissipated.
"It's already very good. The people at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries are still clueless about this flu outbreak."
Madame Pomfrey began a full-body examination of the student to confirm the effect of the medicine. Then she asked Albert to help brew a large pot of the potion, as she intended to write to her old friends at St. Mungo's to share Albert's formula.
These symptoms were not unique to Hogwarts; many wizards across Britain had been infected with this flu, and it was indeed a series of unfortunate events.
...
"Are you feeling better?"
Albert approached Hermione's bed and looked at the pale-faced girl lying there.
"No, I feel terrible all over," Hermione turned her head to look at Albert, who had come to visit her, and mumbled powerlessly, "I feel like I'm dying."
"Drink this, and you'll be fine," Albert said as he helped Hermione sit up and handed her the potion he had brought.
"What is this? It looks disgusting," Hermione looked at the cup of potion that Albert handed her, a deep green frothing liquid, and seemed to be considering whether or not to let it into her stomach.
"It's a special cure for the flu. After drinking it, you should be able to recover completely!" Albert waved his wand lightly, distributing the remaining potion to the other patients around him.
"Oh, is the cure ready already? I thought it would take a few more days!"
Hermione hesitated for a moment, then finally drank the potion in her hand, her face soon twisting due to the unpleasant taste.
The next moment, she felt a loud buzz in her head, and her consciousness went blank for a short while.
Large amounts of white smoke billowed from Hermione's head, ears, mouth, and nose, looking extremely bizarre, almost as if her soul had left her body.
The other patients around her stared at the potion in their hands with horror, hesitating whether to drink it directly.
"This is definitely the most disgusting thing I've ever drunk," Hermione said, leaning over as if to vomit.
"How do you feel now?" Albert picked up the cup that had fallen on the bed and cleaned the stains on the sheets.
"I do feel a lot better. At least my head doesn't feel heavy anymore, but I feel a bit sleepy," Hermione lay back down on the bed, ready to take a nap.
Albert stood up and looked around, puzzled. "Aren't you going to drink it?" he asked the other patients.
(End of Chapter)
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