Chapter 175: Not Easy
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"Thanks, bad luck," Rufus muttered.
Rufus stopped in his tracks, looking down at the drink spilled on him, then raised his head to see the figure that had bumped into him, gradually moving further away. He felt quite annoyed. He didn't expect to encounter such bad luck early in the morning.
Rufus picked up his wand, removing the stains from his clothes, and looked towards Hopkirk, frowning. "What's going on? How did Hector Dagworth-Granger end up here, and why is he so hot-tempered early in the morning?"
"They just had an argument," Hopkirk pointed towards the door of the Director's office, reminding him, "Don't ask too much."
"An argument?" Rufus couldn't quite understand Hopkirk's words. It was already rare enough to see Dagworth-Granger at the Ministry of Magic.
"There seems to be a problem with the Trace," Hopkirk hesitated for a moment and lowered his voice. "It seems to be related to Dagworth-Granger, which is why he came to the Ministry so early. However, it seems that the conversation broke down, so they left on bad terms."
"That's not a big deal," Rufus became even more puzzled. When it came to the Trace, it mostly involved underage wizards. But for Dagworth-Granger, the master of potions, to personally come all the way here, that was already quite rare. And now, the conversation ended abruptly, which felt a bit unbelievable.
Regardless of how he thought about it, Rufus found it very unimaginable.
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Hector Dagworth-Granger's mood was currently very poor. In fact, he had known long ago that the conversation would break down. That was also why he preferred to spend some money to solve the problem rather than negotiate with the Ministry.
Although Hector rarely paid attention to the affairs of the Ministry of Magic, he had heard some things about the current Director. It was said that when she drank too much Elderberry Wine, she would start expressing some shockingly cruel and heartless opinions to others.
It was impossible to reach an agreement with someone like that.
The other party directly refused to write an apology letter.
Even though Hector had explained the situation and expressed his willingness to privately compensate the other party after retrieving his Gold Membership Card.
However, he was still rejected.
In her words, the Trace of the Ministry of Magic had never had any problems, and she had not received any explanation letter from him either.
As a result, the conversation broke down directly.
Hector stood at his front door, took a deep breath, and prepared to meet with Blood again, to hear if the other party could provide him with some damn advice.
Ever since he lost his Gold Membership Card, Hector's mood had been very bad, and his temper had become increasingly irritable.
As Hector headed towards the Lake Cottage once again, he found that he was unable to find the specific location.
"Things just never go smoothly," Hector muttered as he looked at the lake. He discovered that he couldn't find Blood anymore, and even an owl couldn't deliver the letter.
"What on earth is going on? What is Blood up to?"
Hector looked at the lake in frustration. There was no island in the lake, no mansion, as if all traces had been erased.
The other party had used powerful magic to completely hide the Lake Cottage.
Hector considered himself a skilled master of potions, but he couldn't be considered skilled in curses.
He tried to find the dilapidated pier and small boat, but after walking around the lake, he found nothing. It was as if the memories in his mind were false.
Just as the master of potions turned around to leave, he suddenly noticed a house-elf silently appearing behind him.
"Please follow me," the house-elf walked forward, slightly bowing to Hector, and then extended its palm. Hector understood the other's meaning and reached out his hand. In that instant, he was led by the house-elf, and an illusion formed around him.
When Hector came to his senses, he found himself standing in front of a house, and the person he was looking for was sitting at a table in the yard, smiling and waving at him.
"What the hell are you up to?" Hector's mood was very bad. He quickly walked over and sat down in the armchair across from Blood, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Did you fail?" Bard Blood asked, though his tone was confident that the other party had indeed failed.
"That guy refused. Damn it, I explained everything to him/her." Hector poured himself another cup, drank it all in one gulp, trying to suppress his anger. He knew that his tone was not good right now.
"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about you going to find Albert?" Blood said.
"Yeah, that little brat is quite clever." Hector mentioned Albert, frowned, and stared at Blood accusingly. "It's like he knew I was going to ask him for the Gold Membership Card and hid it beforehand."
"Clever?" Blood ignored Hector's gaze and didn't quite agree with his evaluation.
"Isn't he?" Hector sneered.
"I've reminded you before not to use those underhanded tricks." Blood looked at Hector and reminded him once again, "Don't expect him to show you a good face when you meet him next time."
"What else can I do? Tell me, what else can I do?" Hector had another drink, slammed the teacup heavily on the table, "I just spoke to that old woman, and she flat-out refused. I should say she directly denied it."
"Caught in the middle, you think it's easy for me?" Hector couldn't help but complain, "I just want to get my membership card back."
"What did he say he would do with the Gold Card?"
"Who, the boy?" Hector frowned deeply and thought for a moment before saying, "He seems to have said he would melt the Gold Membership Card and sell it in the Muggle world."
"Not far from what I expected." Blood nodded, reminding him, "Don't try to make him yield. You won't succeed, and you'll only bring bad luck upon yourself."
"I'm curious, why do you value that boy so much? Is it his talent, ability, or some other reason?" Hector looked at Blood with confusion, asking in disbelief.
"This matter has nothing to do with you." Blood didn't want to discuss it further.
"I'm curious," Hector asked.
"Maybe I have better judgment than you," Blood made a sarcastic remark, "So, I believe in him."
Hector fell silent. He naturally didn't believe such nonsense.
"If you really want to get your Gold Membership Card back, you probably have to start with the Ministry of Magic," Blood reminded him. "Please don't ignore my advice, otherwise, you'll definitely bring bad luck upon yourself."
Ever since Blood discovered that Albert dared to break into the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night and was surrounded by a group of Acromantulas but managed to defeat them and save Fred and George, he knew that Albert was not as simple as he had imagined.
It was said that the wand and the owner's character were a perfect match. Albert's wand was made of holly, which meant that Albert might have had the ability to turn danger into safety for a long time.
In other words, Albert was not like the Gryffindor students who only rushed into the Forbidden Forest recklessly. He had already prepared a way to retreat, even if Blood didn't appear, he had his own methods.
Remember, Albert was only twelve years old! Since that incident, Blood's evaluation of Albert had been very high.
If Hector were to charge ahead recklessly, he would probably run into a solid wall and end up with a broken head.
However, Hector's mood was currently very bad, and he had no interest in listening to these things. After he calmed down, he decided to write a letter to Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, asking for his help. At the very least, he didn't want the second meeting between them to become even worse.
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