"Welcome to Merlin Cottage, everyone!" The witch said enthusiastically as she approached.

"My name is Bertha Jorkins. I am a staff member of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic. I will welcome you to the Merlin Memorial Hall."

Bertha was very excited, even a little excited.

"Everyone, please come with me, here."

Everyone followed her to a gate.

"I really don't want to disturb you, child." Bertha's voice was full of curiosity, "Are you really Stark who caught Tywin? Is it really you?"

William hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"I think so too!" She smiled happily. "I've been reading the Daily Prophet lately! I didn't expect Tywin to be a Death Eater! You were able to catch him, can you tell me more details?"

"You know what? I'm two years older than Tywin, he's a Ravenclaw, but he's not like Ravenclaw at all, but unfortunately... I've been watching him and found that he has an unusual relationship with Potter. "

Bertha seemed to be chattering and chattering, and William found that she was a person who likes to snoop on gossip.

She seemed to sense that William was not in the mood to discuss Tywin. "I'm sorry to let you listen to my nagging."

William thought Bertha would shut up, but she didn't expect her to continue: "By the way, I heard that Judy Crouch is also involved in this matter?

Judy is the niece of my boss, Mr. Crouch. Is it really related to her? If I had to say, Mr. Crouch should have caught Judy in Azkaban, just as he did with his son..."

Mr. Weasley coughed twice, Bertha raised her head in confusion, and said apologetically, "It's already here."

William followed her gaze and saw an indoor artificial river flowing calmly in front of them, and the river was covered with thick fog.

William looked forward and crossed the Tidal River. He saw the outline of the Merlin Memorial Hall. The lines intersecting at right angles were very similar to the ancient Greek Parthenon.

The spire of the Merlin Monument, carved from a single monolith, looks like the solemn mast of a sailing ship against the backdrop of the lights.

"Bertha, let's go first," William said.

"Oh, let's go then." Bertha was a little disappointed.

"I'll write to you when I go back, and we'll continue talking." William's mouth curved into a smile.

"Okay!" Bertha became happy. "If you have any secret news, be sure to tell me, I won't tell anyone!"

When Bertha was gone, Fred frowned and said, "William, you don't really want to tell her, do you?"

William lowered his voice and said, "Of course I won't tell her, but didn't you find her well-informed?"

"Indeed..." George nodded, "In a while, Bertha has leaked a lot of things in the ministry."

"We need someone in the Ministry," William said. "In the future, our products will definitely not be limited to Hogwarts, but will be sold all over the UK and even other countries. We need to grasp the policy trends of the Ministry of Magic in advance."

"That's right." Fred laughed.

Neither Weasley nor Mr. Diggory are suitable. The former is well-informed, but he will not tell the twins, and the latter is not so well-informed.

Bertha is a good candidate.

"Have you noticed anything strange?" Cedric said suddenly.

William nodded and frowned: "Bertha has a good memory, even remembering many things from her student days."

"But the wizard before said that Bertha has a bad memory recently and always forgets all kinds of things." Fred was surprised.

"She's only in her thirties, and it's impossible for her memory to decline suddenly. Usually, in this case, she drank a lot of forgetting potion or was brutally cast the forgetting spell." William said.

Whether it's the forgetting potion or the forgetting spell, it can erase other people's memories.

But this method is extremely crude, and if the spell is incorrectly cast, it may erase more important parts of a person's memory and cause irreversible brain damage.

One of the results is to become very forgetful.

Bertha, a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, would have someone else cast the Forgetting Charm. Isn't the other party too daring?

What exactly did Bertha see, William was very curious.

Soon, everyone entered the Merlin Memorial Hall.

The hall is a well-proportioned, semi-circular hall in the style of an ancient Greek amphitheater. Elegant arched walls of sandstone and Italian plaster accentuate the variegated breccia columns.

Twenty-five life-size statues of the Knights of the Round Table are arranged in arcs and stand on the open ground of large black and white marble floor tiles.

A few people walked towards the front, and they saw Flitwick and Professor McGonagall at the front.

Seeing Professor McGonagall, the twin brothers held their breath and dared not say anything nonsense. Mag was one of the people they were most afraid of.

There was a smile on Hermione's face. Professor McGonagall went to their house a few days ago, persuaded Aerys, and took her to Diagon Alley.

Mag was also very surprised, she didn't expect to meet Hermione.

A few people sat down on the chairs, and in the next half hour, their positions were gradually filled with people.

Wizards keep coming to say hello. McGonagall and Professor Flitwick have taught at Hogwarts for decades, and many wizards are their students.

Mr. Weasley also showed his unusual connections, constantly shaking hands with people who seemed to be well-known wizards at first glance.

Soon, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, also came, followed by a group of people.

Fudge strode over, smiling all over his face, it seemed that he caught Tywin, which made him feel much better recently.

"William, long time no see, how are you?" He grabbed William's hand and asked him warmly, as if the two had a good relationship.

But the last time the two met was in Dumbledore's office.

Fudge warmly introduced him to the wizard behind him.

"William Stark, you know, the youngest recipient of the Merlin Medal," he told the wizard aloud.

The man was wearing a black robe, and he felt a lot like Professor Snape to William, and he had a strong smell of potion.

William felt that he already knew who it was.

"This is Damcos Belby..." Fudge patted Belby's shoulder~lightnovelpub.net~ and seemed to be his best friend.

"The inventor of the wolf poison potion, William, you should know who he is... Those annoying werewolves are saved, as long as they take it a week before the full moon, they will remain sane even if they become wolves, which can give magic It saves a lot of effort, but the price is too expensive.”

"Connelly, you should know that I didn't plan to announce the wolf venom potion for the time being. It's still being improved, and the cost is too high." Belby frowned.

"But..." Fudge rubbed his hands together, "My friend, too many things happened some time ago, everyone needs a good news to cheer people up, and the medicine that those werewolves also need to save their lives.

Look, after you announced it, you immediately won the Merlin Second Class Medal, and you can gradually improve after that, right? "

William understood after listening to it for a while. According to Belby, he is not ready to announce the formula of the wolf venom potion for the time being, and will only announce it when some improvements are made to reduce the cost.

This time may be a month or two, maybe a year or two.

But Fudge obviously can't wait. He is a good political player and knows when to announce it to maximize the benefits.

Before Tywin was arrested, Fudge was so busy that he threw out the news, diverting public attention and reducing a lot of pressure.

William had to sigh, Fudge is really a politician with means.

He glanced at Belby again.

This potion master is the uncle of his roommate Marcus. As Marcus said, their family has a bad relationship with this uncle.

Otherwise William would definitely see Marcus on this occasion.

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