Study Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 1682 A War Without Winners (One Hundred and Thirty-two)

Albert's words made Kingsley silent.

Of course, he could have done that at the beginning, but now...

Well, it seems that "compromise" is a big loss now.

I can only say that Albert's thinking is really different from others. Ordinary people will definitely not do that.

But Kingsley finally did what Albert suggested, but the effect was not as good as expected.

If he did that at the beginning and gave everyone a sum of Galleons as compensation, no matter how dissatisfied everyone was with his approach, they would not say anything. After all, as the Minister of Magic, Kingsley also has his own difficulties.

As long as Kingsley pretends to be "I will try my best to help everyone get benefits", and compensates with sincerity, everyone will be willing to understand him after receiving the compensation. They will only think that this is a problem within the Ministry of Magic, not Kingsley himself.

After all, after the British magic world has restored peace, it will definitely no longer need so many Aurors, and it is actually a good thing for some Aurors with average skills to leave this dangerous position.

Although Auror seems to be more glorious, it also comes with certain risks.

Getting rid of this dangerous job and getting a job you like again is a pretty good result no matter how you look at it.

But now it seems more like Kingsley was forced to do that because of pressure. There is naturally a big difference between the two, and the gap is beyond Kingsley's imagination.

"So, that was your idea for Kingsley?"

Cedric talked about this with Albert while eating.

"What's wrong?" Albert asked puzzledly.

"I said he was willing to give in." Cedric's expression was very strange.

"I just reminded him that people should be more sincere. Especially everyone has been staying up late and working overtime every day recently, not only contributing to the peace of the magic world, but also saving a lot of the reputation of the Ministry of Magic." After finishing the food on the plate, Albert took out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of his mouth and said, "The Ministry of Magic should not have burned bridges after crossing the river."

Some time ago, the Auror Office almost stopped working because of this. Regardless of whether they would be transferred or not, everyone was very dissatisfied with the practice of burning bridges after crossing the river.

After all, I still owe you a favor.

This must be paid back, no matter what method is used.

"I really don't know what Kingsley would do if he didn't have you as an advisor?"

Cedric also knew that Albert was not interested in being Kingsley's advisor all the time.

"He just hasn't gotten used to his position yet. If he is willing to wait for a year and make sure that the Ministry of Magic really doesn't need so many Aurors before making position adjustments, there will definitely not be so many troubles now."

After saying this, Albert got up from his seat and went directly to the school hospital on the second floor.

It seems that because of the particularly cold rainy season this year, many students in the school have been infected with a very serious influenza.

Fever, cough, runny nose and a series of other symptoms came out like they were free, and the school hospital was directly crowded. Even many professors in the school were accidentally infected, and the entire school was forced to shut down because of this.

Madam Pomfrey had to urgently develop a special medicine, but because Horace Slughorn was also lying down, Madam Pomfrey, who was too busy, was very slow in developing the special medicine. That was why, at the reminder of the head nurse, Principal McGonagall asked Albert to help research the special medicine for influenza.

This directly led to Albert not going home for several days, for fear of accidentally infecting little Alice.

Although he did not have any symptoms of infection, Albert did not dare to take risks with his daughter. Katrina, who was responsible for accompanying Albert, could hardly hold back her smile.

"Thanks to you, otherwise it would take some time to research a special medicine." Madam Pomfrey looked at the students who had obviously improved after drinking the special medicine, and did not forget to turn her head to thank Albert.

The recent influenza has really made her suffer enough.

"This stuff isn't particularly effective, and..."

Albert was still not satisfied with the effect of this special medicine. His eyes fell on the boy's head, where there was still white smoke that had not completely dissipated.

"It's already very good. The guys at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries are still helpless against this flu."

Madam Pomfrey began to conduct a comprehensive examination of the student. After confirming the effect of the special medicine, she asked Albert to help boil a large pot of potion. She planned to write a letter to her old acquaintances at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries to share Albert's special medicine formula with them.

Such symptoms are not only seen in Hogwarts. Many wizards in the whole UK have been infected with the flu because of this. It's really a double whammy.

...

"Better?"

Albert came to Hermione's bed and looked at the girl with pale cheeks lying on the bed.

"No, I feel sick all over."

Hermione turned her head to look at Albert who came to visit her, and muttered weakly, "I feel like I'm going to die."

"Just drink this cup and you'll be fine."

Albert helped Hermione up from the bed and stuffed the special medicine into her hand.

"What is this? It looks disgusting."

Hermione looked at the cup of dark green bubbling potion handed to her by Albert, and seemed to be considering whether to let this strange potion enter her stomach.

"Special medicine for influenza, you should be able to recover completely soon after drinking it!" Albert waved his wand gently and distributed the remaining special medicine to other patients around him.

"Oh, the special medicine is ready? I thought I had to wait a few more days!"

Hermione hesitated for a moment, and finally drank the cup of potion in her hand. The expression on her face was soon distorted by this unpalatable potion.

The next moment, she felt a rumbling sound in her head, and her consciousness fell into a brief blank.

A large amount of white smoke kept coming out of Hermione's head, ears, mouth and nose, which looked particularly weird, just like a soul leaving the body.

The other patients around cast a horrified look, looking at the cup of special medicine in their hands, and were hesitating whether to drink it directly.

"This is definitely the most disgusting thing I have ever drunk." Hermione leaned over and retched.

"How do you feel now?" Albert picked up the cup that fell on the bed and cleaned up the stains on the sheets.

"I do feel much better. At least my head isn't dizzy anymore, but I'm a little sleepy." Hermione lay back on the bed, ready to take another nap.

Albert stood up and looked around, asking in confusion, "Aren't you guys going to drink?"