"Don't worry. Wh
Finishing the work was tedious. Moody, worried Damon would find it cumbersome, walked him through it and offered solace.
"Don't worry. When you're an Auror, I'll assign two strikers. You can hand these tasks off. This is the first and last time, but I want you to know."
He Carefully addressed every detail, fussing like a grandmother taking her grandchild to school, leaving those familiar with his personality stunned or bursting into laughter.
"Wait until I become an Auror? That'll take about three years. That's a long shot."
I'll speak with Amelia and the Director upon our return. Prepare for early graduation. Your certificate arrives next week.
"My pleasure."
Damon smiled at Moody, which reminded him of his earlier, decisive statement. Judging by his expression, it was clear he was thinking the same thing—"Didn't you say the better you are, the more you need to build a solid foundation?" It
Burns' fault, granted Auror training privilege.
Wouldn't such a talent be simply admitted as an Auror? Such a fuss!
If he'd met a genius like him, even if it would displease Fudge, he'd definitely have received a promotion!
But why hadn't he heard of such a talent before?
Caliban Mortos. Never heard of this family in the wizarding world?
Moody recalled Caliban Mortos's information: orphan, unknown ancestry, unknown parents, age thirty. A ton of unknowns, as if he'd just appeared out of nowhere.
There was no way such a person could be unknown in the wizarding world.
Moody wondered who besides Dumbledore could accomplish this.
Kingsley Shacklebolt seemed far inferior, not because of the spell's power, but because he lacked the aura of self-determination and killing intent imbued within it. His character was much more stable.
Besides, the other party was already a senior Auror, so there was no point wasting time. Minister Burns wouldn't mess with him.
Could it be that he was a genius who had just appeared out of nowhere?
Moody looked at Mortos, who had just accomplished a great feat, his expression as calm as if he had just drunk a glass of water, and was about to leave, his eyes flickering.
"Well, as long as he's on the side of the Ministry and the Aurors, who cares?"
Three days later, Fudge received the Caliban Mortos mission report. Following the Wizengamot Council's evaluation, Caliban Mortos was promoted to Auror striker, engaging villains on the front lines.
Furthermore, at the insistence of Amelia and Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt was appointed his deputy, with a second candidate still to be determined.
"You've really given me a surprise."
In the office of the Director of the Ministry's Department of Magical Enforcement, Amelia clasped her hands together and looked at Damon with admiration.
"Why, wasn't this within your expectations?"
"How should I put it? That's true, but seeing you truly accomplish all of this perfectly still makes me happy, which proves that I didn't misjudge you.
You don't know, after you left, Moody almost praised you to the sky, and complained that I didn't make an exception to promote you before. It was obviously him who was standing in the way and preventing you from graduating early, but now you blame me."
"Haha."
Damon smiled and didn't respond - Moody is like that, no one can adapt to him, but everyone is used to it, but it seems that he won't have to adapt to him anymore, but he will have to adapt to himself instead.
"As soon as you become an Auror, you will be assigned the most dangerous striker. Do you know anything about this position?"
"Not really. What is the difference between an Auror and a striker?"
"Aurors have more comprehensive skills. They are good at collecting information and can also serve as temporary combat forces.
A striker is a position dedicated to combating criminals. It requires strong combat capabilities and is also a high-risk occupation among high-risk occupations. Kingsley Shacklebolt will be your assistant. Moody and I have fought for this person for you. He is powerful, calm and meticulous. You can communicate with him more when you have nothing to do."
"Yeah."
Damon responded lightly.
He knew this person.
After Voldemort's return, Kingsley Shacklebolt dominated the Ministry. He alerted Ron's family with his Patronus and played a crucial role in Harry's escape. If the Ministry was corrupt, Kingsley was the only honest member.
"Have you decided on your second assistant?"
"Kingsley's enough. If you can get Alvers Rupert to graduate early, I wouldn't mind taking him with me."
"Why, what's so special about this person?"
Amelia piqued her interest.
"Nothing. I think he'd be quite useful."
If it isn't absolutely necessary, forget it. Your situation has already unnerved Fudge, despite your talent. He has other concerns.
Amelia said nothing more, a hint of resentment slipping across her face.
Initially skeptical of Damon's concerns about Fudge's leadership, she gradually came to agree that Fudge was unsuitable as head of household.
He cared more about his own reputation and self-interest than the future and stability of the wizarding world.
"Maybe you could remind Dumbledore? He has done a lot for Fudge recently. If nothing unexpected happens, Fudge will remain in his position."
"
"Not interested." Damon sat opposite Amelia, picking up a piece of cake. "Dumbledore is more stubborn than you think. This is normal. How could such a powerful person easily accept advice?"
Fudge is the best candidate in his eyes. Unless you give him a second choice to consider, he will never turn his head." "
Then just watch Fudge sit firmly in his position? What if the mysterious man comes back..."
"
Tuition is due. I have other ways to change his mind.
"What are you going to do?"
"Don't worry about that. The matter between teacher and disciple must of course be resolved at school."
Damon stood up and looked at Amelia, "Won't you take me to see my office?"
"Kingsley will be here soon. Let him take you there. Do you think I have a lot of time?"
Amelia was a little unhappy with Damon's confidentiality. She glanced at him, then remembered something and said,
"By the way, do you have any plans for Christmas afterward?"
"Not yet, what's the matter?"
Amelia's face showed helplessness.
"I want to invite you to my house. My niece Susan will also be there."
"We'll see. I may not have the time."
Voldemort's diary was destroyed, but the Defense Against the Dark Arts urse remained. Future troubles are unknown.
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