When they were in the giant tribe, the conditions were limited and they all lived in tents. Every time they went to sleep, they were either woken up by the giants' thunder-like snoring, or kept awake by the sounds of fighting and roaring.

Now that he had returned to St. Catchpole Village, Kyle went straight back to his room without even having dinner.

Kyle slept until noon, then walked out of the room to eat a simple meal.

However, in the afternoon, he did not choose to stay at home, but went directly to the Ministry of Magic.

When he arrived at the main hall, Chris just came back from outside.

"Why are you here at this time?"

While waiting for the elevator, Chris asked, "Wouldn't you like to rest for a while?"

"That's not necessary. A morning of rest is enough." Kyle shook his head and said, "How is the Dementor?"

"It's very troublesome." Chris sighed, "We've sent out everyone in the ministry who knows how to cast the Patronus Charm, but it's still not enough.

"But speaking of this, it's really thanks to you that you let Cedric come to work at the Ministry of Magic. He has been very helpful these days."

At this time, the elevator arrived and the two walked in together.

There was a person running towards them in the distance, gesturing as he ran, as if he wanted them to wait for a while.

But as if in tacit agreement, neither of them showed any intention to help, and the elevator door was quickly closed.

"What's the situation with the giant?" Chris asked in a low voice after the elevator started operating.

"It's been resolved." Kyle said, "The giants fought a big battle to choose the new Gugo. In the short term, we shouldn't have to worry about them participating in the war."

"That's good. If giants join the war, it won't be good news for us." Chris said, "Oh, by the way, don't tell your mother about this. She doesn't know that you and Newt left to find the giants."

"I understand..." Kyle nodded.

The elevator first stopped at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

Chris just walked out, thought for a moment and turned back and said, "I suggest you don't go to Arthur, including his entire floor. Fred and George have been asking when you will be back recently."

"I know." Kyle rubbed his forehead.

To be honest, he had originally planned to hide for a while.

Soon, the elevator stopped again.

"layer……"

Kyle walked out of the elevator, went straight ahead, and stopped in front of the most imposing golden door in the middle of the corridor.

Office of the Minister.

Kyle knocked on the door...

"Come in."

The room was not as big as imagined, but it was very elegant. Like the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, portraits of successive Ministers of Magic were hung on the walls.

But they all had their eyes closed, as if they were asleep... But Kyle knew very well that portraits didn't need to sleep.

Fudge was sitting in front of a huge Yamanashi wooden table. When he saw Kyle come in, he smiled and asked:

"Oh, Kyle, are you done with everything?"

"Yeah, it's over," Kyle said.

"How is it, you didn't encounter any danger." Fudge stood up and said, "Originally, I didn't agree to let you and Mr. Scamander solve the giant problem together, after all, you haven't graduated yet, but Dumbledore insisted that you have no problem.

"You know, he's always been very stubborn about certain things, and even I can't convince him."

"Fortunately, with Mr. Scamander here, we didn't encounter any danger," Kyle said.

"But why is the news I received different from what you said?" Fudge's expression became serious, "If Diana knew that a student who has not yet graduated was left to face the giant Gogo alone, she would definitely smash my office.

"And I personally don't agree with you doing such a dangerous thing."

"I'm sorry, Minister," Kyle said. "I was just too impulsive. I thought I could handle it. You know, I always had good grades in school."

"Giants don't appear in Hogwarts classrooms," Fudge said with a straight face, but soon he burst into laughter.

"But you did it, didn't you? A sixteen-year-old student defeated the giant Gogo alone and saved the wizarding world from a catastrophe. This is enough to earn you the Order of Merlin, First Class.

"In fact, I did so, but those old-timers in Sir Merlin's group seemed to prefer to believe that it was Mr. Scamander who did it, and you just helped a little bit."

"There's nothing we can do about it." Kyle said, "And the final resolution of the giant incident was indeed inseparable from Mr. Scamander."

"Yes, you are right..." Fudge said, but he didn't seem to care much. "I will continue to fight for you on this matter. Now can you tell me what happened in the past few days? I want to know some more details."

"Of course, Minister."

Kyle then spent an hour recounting to Fudge what had happened in the previous few days.

The main thing is that there is nothing to hide. Newt said on his first day there that the portkey he used was completely legal, which means that the Ministry of Magic knew about it from the beginning.

Including the fact that he killed the giant Gugo... There was no one else around at that time, so it's easy to guess who told Fudge.

He is saying it again now, which can be regarded as a work report.

An hour later, Fudge muttered quietly: "It seems that Dumbledore is not hiding anything..."

"Minister, what did you just say?"

"Oh, nothing?"

Fudge shook his head quickly. "I mean, you've been working hard recently, and I should give you a few days off, but..."

He showed an embarrassment, "You may not know yet, the Ministry is very short of manpower right now, and the Death Eaters have been very active recently, making everyone panic, including me. Many people have not been home for three consecutive days."

"I understand, Minister." Kyle said, "And I've already taken half a day off on my own initiative. Just don't deduct my salary."

"Haha, that's as I should. I'm even going to give you a raise." Fudge said with a smile, "So do you have any good suggestions for the current situation?"

"I think we should print some pamphlets to teach everyone how to protect themselves during this critical period." Kyle thought for a moment and said, "In addition, we need to boost everyone's morale as soon as possible and let them see the determination of the Ministry of Magic."

Fudge's eyes lit up. He had only said it casually, but he didn't expect Kyle to really have a solution.

"Don't be in a hurry. Take your time."

He waved his wand and immediately a glass of butterbeer appeared on the table.

"Thank you." Kyle picked up the butter beer and drank it all, then continued: "First, the self-help booklet. Leave it to me. I will bring the finished booklet to you tomorrow morning. If you are sure it is okay, you can distribute it to everyone together with the Daily Prophet."

"No problem." Fudge said simply, "Then how can we improve morale?"

"How about establishing a few heroes?" Kyle thought for a moment and said, "What people need most right now is heroes."

"I thought so too." Fudge looked pleased. "So who are your candidates?"

"How about Harry Potter?" Kyle said, "The Savior, perfect for this situation."

Fudge nodded. In fact, he had been doing the same thing recently. There was news about Harry Potter in the newspapers every day.

"And Deputy Minister Umbridge..." Kell continued, "As a pioneer in the fight against the Death Eaters, her name is more inspiring than Harry Potter now."

"Dolores..." Fudge hesitated. "But she is still in St. Mungo's now. She has been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse twice in a row. She is in a very bad state. What if the Death Eaters go to St. Mungo's again?"

"Ah, I know."

Kyle said, "But Minister, given the current situation, the story of a tragic hero can inspire more courage in people's hearts than a savior."

Fudge seemed to have thought of something, and without saying anything else, he just waved his hand and said, "I need to think about this matter again."

"Of course." Kyle said, "If there is nothing else, Minister, I will go back and draft the self-help booklet."

"Ah, go ahead," said Fudge. "Remember to be detailed enough."

"I see." Kyle nodded.

He then left the room and returned to his office next door.

Just as Kyle opened the door, two arms were placed on his shoulders, one on the left and one on the right.

"Hey, look who's back..."

"Our Senior Assistant Minister..."

"Don't be so impulsive." Kyle quickly raised his hands above his head, "I have my reasons."

"Explain..."

"If you can't satisfy us, you're dead!"

"I'm doing this for your own good." Kyle broke free from their arms and argued...explained: "You've graduated now, you should always think about your family. Your department was previously under the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department.

"Just think of how much more work Mr. Weasley would have to do if you didn't come to the Ministry to help."

Fred and George said nothing.

They have been so busy these days that they don't even have time to eat. There are only a few people in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department. If they push all the work to them, Mr. Weasley might not even have time to go home and sleep.

"Don't try to fool us..." Fred said, "This is clearly a job for the Law Enforcement Department."

"Are you sure?" Kyle raised an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed that most fake defense products are made of Muggle stuff."

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"You have a point," Fred muttered. "Why didn't you tell us in advance?"

"What a surprise." Kyle walked to the table and sat down. "Besides, Cedric and I are both at the Ministry of Magic. Is it appropriate for you to have fun outside? Don't you feel guilty?"

"Not really," Fred blurted out.

George nodded. "We have a good conscience."

"In that case, you can go now." Kyle said, "Go directly to Diagon Alley to open the store tomorrow. You don't have to come here. As for the Minister, I will talk to him for you."

Fred and George were stunned for a moment, as if they didn't expect Kyle to say that.

"Are you sure?"

"Can we really leave the Ministry now?"

"Of course." Kyle said, "But you have to find someone else to do the job now. I can't really push everything onto Mr. Weasley."

Fred and George looked at each other.

"Look at what you said, we were just joking, why did you take it seriously?" Fred quickly changed his expression.

"Yes." George also smiled and said, "The Ministry of Magic is in great need of manpower right now. It would be too selfish for us to just leave now. No, absolutely not."

"Besides, you and Cedric are our best friends. How can we not help you and go out and have fun alone?"

The two of them spoke in unison, their attitudes completely different from a minute ago.

There is nothing we can do about this.

They don’t know how many counterfeit and shoddy defense products and illegal magic props they have confiscated in the past few days.

Although the things are fake, they bring them a lot of creative ideas that they have never thought of before. With just a little modification, they can become real, and very popular ones.

In less than two weeks, they had added more than a dozen new products to their Weasleys Joke Shop, and they were proving very popular.

For example, the anti-Dementor necklace we made two days ago sold twenty pieces in one day, and that was because they didn’t have time and could only make twenty pieces.

And more importantly, this department is responsible for magic props stores. If someone else is in charge, they will probably be checked ten times a day, and the store will not be able to open by then.

Fred and George had no doubt that Kyle was capable of doing such a shameless thing.

Thinking of this, the two of them immediately took out butterbeer and biscuits and placed them on Kyle's table.

"You must have been very busy these days..."

"Try it now. Mom just baked it this morning. It tastes great."

Kyle didn't point out their little thoughts, and just picked up a biscuit and put it into his mouth.

It tastes really good.

Then he took out a stack of parchment.

"What are you doing?" George asked curiously.

"Nonsense, I have to work," Kyle said. "I have to write a booklet to teach people how to protect themselves."

"That's a good thing." Fred rolled his eyes and said, "I think everyone needs some magical props to protect themselves now."

"For example, to protect against Dementors..." George said, "I know there is something that, once broken, can create a large cloud of silver mist, a patronus. Although it's not a real patronus, it can still resist Dementors for a while, giving them the chance to escape."

"More importantly, it's not expensive, only ten Galleons..."

"Oh?" Kyle stopped writing the quill. "Where can I buy something like this?"

"37 Diagon Alley," said Fred.

Number 37 Diagon Alley is where Weasley's Joke Shop is located.

Kyle knew this, but he didn't refuse immediately. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Will it really work?"

Because they are right, in this situation, in addition to personal strength, some necessary props assistance can also play a crucial role.

After all, magic props do not require spells or wands, so they are the most convenient means. The only drawback is probably their high price.

"I promise." George said seriously, "Don't forget what we do. We can't destroy our own brand.

"And Tonks and Moody both saw it, and they bought two on the spot, which speaks volumes."

Kyle drummed his fingers on the table. If even the Aurors found it useful, then there must be no problem.

Kyle said tentatively: "If you can reduce the price to five Galleons, I can write down the location of your store in the book..."

"That's impossible." Fred said firmly, "It's not easy to store the Patronus Charm. It requires unicorn horns and dragon blood to carve the runes. The cost is seven Galleons and fifteen Sickles, not including our production costs."

"Then six Galleons..."

"I told you, the cost is seven Galleons and fifteen Sickles. We really didn't lie to you..."

"Don't worry." Kyle interrupted George, "For every piece sold, the Ministry of Magic will subsidize you one Galleon, how about that?"

"But there's no profit here." Fred frowned. "Although we want to do something for the wizarding world, we can't just sell things and pay 15 Sickles. Can we give a little more, even one more Galleon?"

"If it's too much, Fudge might not agree." Kyle shook his head and said, "Without Lucius Malfoy, a generous sponsor, the Ministry of Magic doesn't have much money.

"Besides, some things cannot be measured only by Galleons. This is a booklet for all wizards and it is also the best advertisement. If it succeeds, the Weasley Joke Shop will become famous."

Fred and George hesitated.

Kyle was right. This was the best opportunity to make the store famous. Perhaps overnight, the name of Weasley's Joke Shop would spread throughout the entire wizarding world, and the benefits this would bring would undoubtedly be huge.

But at the same time, the more people buy, the more they lose.

Fifteen cents a piece may not be much, but what about a hundred pieces, or a thousand pieces...

By then they will all be bankrupt, so what’s the point of fame?

Fred and George wanted to refuse, but they couldn't bear to give up the opportunity...

"We really shouldn't have come here today." Fred said through gritted teeth.

If they hadn't come, we wouldn't have to face this dilemma.

The two paced back and forth in Kyle's office for a long time without making up their minds.

"Maybe there is another way."

Seeing that they were unable to make a decision, Kyle thought for a moment and said, "The Ministry of Magic should have a way to buy dragon blood and unicorn horns at a cheaper price."

"As long as the cost can be reduced, we have no problem." Fred and George said at the same time, "We can even charge only the cost price, no matter how much it is."

"Don't worry, I'm just saying it's possible." Kyle said, "After all, I haven't heard of this kind of thing, so I need to ask first."

"That's all right," George said. "Even if it saves us a few Sickles, that's fine."

"Of course, it would be best if we didn't lose money," Fred added.

(End of this chapter)