At eleven o'clock in the evening, Hermione finally came back after a busy day.

As soon as he entered the door, he rushed straight to the table where the midnight snack was placed, completely disregarding etiquette and image, and grabbed a baked potato and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eat slowly, there's still plenty here." Mrs. Weasley quickly pushed a whole basket of baked potatoes towards Hermione and placed the pie prepared for Mr. Weasley in front of her.

"Arthur, what is going on? The Ministry of Magic doesn't allow us to eat?" Mrs. Weasley asked angrily.

Hermione looks like she hasn't eaten for three days.

"Of course the Ministry of Magic allows people to eat, she's just not used to it yet." Mr. Weasley calmly took another piece of pie, cut it into small pieces with a knife and put it in his mouth.

Although her speed was not slow, it seemed much more elegant compared to Hermione.

"So what on earth did she do?"

"The Muggle Mediation Committee, one of the most tedious positions in the Ministry of Magic." Mr. Weasley explained: "She has been out all day and just got back ten minutes ago."

"So, Muggles don't have shops that sell food?" Mrs. Weasley still didn't understand.

"some."

At this time, Hermione finally turned her attention away from the baked potatoes and pies. She took a big sip of pumpkin juice and said, "Mr. Perold bought me fish and chips, but I was busy registering my information and making an appointment with Mrs. Figg for the plumber, and I forgot where I put them.

"By the time I got everything arranged, it was already half past ten."

Strangely enough, Hermione didn't feel hungry at all while working. It was not until all the tasks were completed that she realized she hadn't eaten for more than ten hours.

The sudden hunger almost made her faint on the way back to the Ministry.

"Plumber...what is that?" Ron, who had just come down from upstairs, asked curiously, "Is it the person who manages the swimming pool?"

"No, it's a plumber." Before Hermione could say anything, Mr. Weasley said, "I never knew they needed an appointment. By what, by letter or telegram, with or without stamps."

"It should be the telephone." Harry asked quietly beside him: "The telegraph is a thing from a long time ago."

"Yes, that's it." Mr. Weasley nodded. "A telephone. I bought one. It's in the attic of the Burrow, but unfortunately I didn't bring it with me."

"To be honest, I have always found the Muggle Mediation Committee very interesting. If the salary is not a factor, I would still accept this job, but I don't know if I can do it."

Regarding his doubts, Harry felt that the probability was... No.

Although Mr. Weasley was extremely interested in Muggle things, even fanatical, his basic knowledge was really not that good. He didn't even know the names of many things and could only remember a rough nickname.

If he were responsible for mediating the conflict between wizards and Muggles, he would most likely make things worse, and the Muggles might even call the police.

And the most important point is that for Mr. Weasley, who has seven children to raise, the issue of salary cannot be avoided.

"You don't need stamps to make phone calls, that's for letters." Hermione answered Mr. Weasley's questions patiently.

Mr. Weasley also took the opportunity to ask more questions about Muggles, such as how a lawn mower actually worked and what gasoline was.

It was not until he noticed Mrs. Weasley's increasingly dangerous look that he stopped abruptly, "Don't get me wrong Molly, I'm just concerned about Hermione. You know, it's her first day at work, so it's inevitable that she has a lot of things she's not used to. I just want to help her, it's definitely not for my own benefit."

"That's better." Mrs. Weasley glared at him and then asked, "But what on earth is going on? Why did Hermione suddenly go to work at the Ministry of Magic?"

"To be honest, I don't know either." Mr. Weasley shrugged. "Chris just said that Kyle took her to help."

"Why is it related to Kyle?" Mrs. Weasley was even more confused. "He was at home the whole day."

"Not necessarily, Mom." Ron said, "Remember? When I went to call Kyle for lunch, there was no movement in his room. He was also nearly an hour late for dinner."

"What's the big deal?" Fred said nonchalantly, "When we research new products, we always lock ourselves in the room for a whole day. There's nothing strange about that."

"That's what I said, but..."

"Yes, I did go to the Ministry of Magic." At this time, Kyle, who heard the noise, also came down from upstairs and glanced at the time.

"It's so late, none of you are going to sleep?"

"I can't sleep," said Harry. "There's nothing else I can do every day except sleep. But Kyle, did you really go to the Ministry of Magic?"

"Well, there's something I need to do." Kyle nodded and looked at Mrs. Weasley. "I'm sorry, I know I can't get out through the main door, so I have to use another method."

"You shouldn't have kept it from me." Mrs. Weasley was a little unhappy, "What if you are discovered by the Death Eaters on the way?"

"No," Kyle said, "I haven't been out of the house."

"Never left the house?" Ron asked in confusion, "Then how did you get to the Ministry of Magic, or the Floo Network?"

"Impossible, the fireplace here is not connected to the Floo Network." Hermione took another piece of pie, "Portkeys and Apparition are also prohibited."

"How did you do that?" Harry was also curious. While speaking, he looked at Kyle with hope, as if he was very interested in how Kyle got to the Ministry of Magic.

"Phoenix, didn't you just experience it yesterday?" Kyle said as a matter of course: "Phoenix's Apparition is not restricted by anything. It can be used in the room."

The room became quiet and no one spoke. Everyone seemed to be thinking of the same not-so-good memory.

Harry suddenly felt that if he had to be carried away by the Phoenix to leave here, then sleeping in the room would be a good idea.

Hermione couldn't even eat. Inexplicably, she was shocked and touched. She didn't expect Kyle to pay such a high price to help her go to the Ministry of Magic...

"etc……"

Hermione suddenly thought of something, "No, that's not right. I remember you looked quite normal when you arrived at the Ministry of Magic."

"Is there a problem?" Kyle blinked, not quite understanding why she said that.

"What I mean is," Hermione explained, "being Disapparated by a Phoenix shouldn't be so peaceful."

Thinking back to the first time she was brought from Godric's Hollow to Hogsmeade by the phoenix, she almost vomited her breakfast from the previous day.

It would have been fine if she was alone, but everyone was like that at the time, even Sirius and Auror Tonks were not much better.

But Kyle just looked like he was staggering a little, and everything else was the same as usual. He didn't look like he was in pain at all.

"Ah, that one." Kyle said nonchalantly, "It's just like taking flying lessons. Fly a few more times and you'll get used to it."

Hermione hesitated and said nothing... She felt that she would never be able to get used to it, and she would never try it a second time unless it was absolutely necessary.

"I must apologize for what I said before." After swallowing the pie in her mouth, Hermione looked at Kyle seriously and said, "Regarding the Muggle Mediation Committee, I didn't know the truth."

"It's okay, they don't know anyway." Kyle waved his hand. "How do you feel?"

"It's troublesome." Hermione sighed, "The work is not difficult, just tedious, and I haven't thought of any solution yet."

Throughout the day, she felt like a tape recorder, repeating all kinds of common sense from the Muggle world to those wizards countless times.

The key is not enough to just once, they simply cannot understand. You have to repeat it to them three times from different directions and angles, combined with similar situations in the magical world.

Hermione felt like she had never talked so much in a day. If she hadn't drunk the potion that Perold had prepared in advance, she would probably have been unable to speak by now.

After all, before this, they had never even heard that the Ministry of Magic had a so-called Muggle Issues Mediation Committee.

"I can only say that I have absolutely no time to rest." Hermione sighed, "From this morning until now, I have either been solving problems or on my way to solve them. I feel like I have run around the UK in one day."

“This is a bit exaggerated.”

"Exaggeration? Not at all. This is the truth."

"So how did you get around, Apparating?" Harry asked.

"Portkey," said Hermione.

"Do it yourself?"

"Of course not." Hermione shook her head. "Mr. Perold is only allowed to make the portkeys back to the Ministry of Magic. The rest will have to wait until we solve a problem and go back to get them."

"Going back to the Ministry?" Ron muttered. "That's too much trouble."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Portkeys can be used by anyone, even Muggles, so they're always restricted by the Ministry of Magic." Hermione sighed, "I used more portkeys today than I have in the past few years combined."

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Having said that, Hermione sighed quietly, picked up the pumpkin juice and took a big sip.

"What did you do!" Ron continued to ask.

"Well, they are all very tedious matters. The most common one is the dressing problem. For example, this afternoon, a wizard living in a Muggle community couldn't understand why he was suddenly arrested by the police just because he was walking peacefully."

"Caught by what?"

"Muggle Aurors," Mr. Weasley said cheerfully, and then looked at Hermione as if for confirmation.

"In terms of duties, they are more like beaters," said Hermione, "but they can also be called Aurors."

"See, I told you I knew it," said Mr. Weasley cheerfully.

"So why did those Muggle Aurors capture those wizards?" Ron frowned, "Because they performed magic illegally?"

"No." Hermione shook her head.

"So they're attacking the Muggles?"

“No.”

"Why is that?"

"Because Muggle men rarely go shopping in just a skirt." Hermione rubbed her eyes, "Listen carefully to what I said, only wearing. A. skirt."

"Poof!" Harry couldn't help laughing out loud, but when he saw Hermione's eyes he quickly covered his mouth.

"Can you imagine, he mistook his long skirt for a coat and ran to his female neighbor's house to say hello to her..." Hermione's voice began to tremble.

"We had to use a Confusion Charm to clear it up, and then spent another two hours telling him that those robes weren't Muggle robes and that he couldn't wear them alone."

Harry covered his mouth tightly, his face puffed up as if two oranges were stuffed in his mouth.

It was hard for him to imagine what the scene would be like if Uncle Vernon's neighbor came to greet them in a long skirt. Aunt Petunia would definitely be furious.

They are all normal Muggles, and what they hate most are abnormal things, such as wizards and magic.

However, the day before his birthday, his whole family was taken away by people from the Order of the Phoenix, and he didn't know whether they had returned yet.

Harry thought so, and at the same time, by distracting himself, he finally managed not to laugh out loud.

If he laughed at this moment, he would be killed by Hermione.

At this time Hermione rubbed her eyes again.

"How about it." Kyle looked at her and asked, "Do you want to change to another department? I also have connections in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. The work there is much more normal, and it will also allow you to get familiar with the Ministry of Magic."

"No, I don't need to." Hermione took a deep breath and said stubbornly, "No matter what, I will stay here for a full month. Besides, I also want to try to see if I can do something to make their work easier."

"It's not easy," Kyle said. "It's hard to change the habits of wizards."

"I want to try. Someone has to try to change something." Hermione said firmly, "If I can't even do this, let alone other more troublesome things."

"Well." Kyle raised his eyebrows, poured two glasses of mead, and pushed one of them to Hermione, "Then I wish you success."

"Hey, Kyle, that's not right." Sirius said unhappily, "What about us? Are we just going to stand by and watch?"

"If you want a drink, just say so." Kyle bluntly exposed his thoughts and handed him the bottle in his hand.

"But can you drink?"

"The mead is fine. It won't affect anything even if there is action." He poured everyone a glass and finished it just in time.

Then everyone raised their glasses to wish Hermione success.

"She's really becoming more and more incomprehensible." Ron whispered to Harry while drinking mead, "Why does she have to stay there? I still think the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures is better. At least it's the second largest department in the Ministry of Magic."

"Maybe she has her own ideas," said Harry.

In fact, he didn't understand it either, but since it was Hermione's decision, he should support it.

And to be honest, if possible, he would like to keep himself busy.

But he also knew that neither Mrs. Weasley nor Sirius would allow him to walk out of this door.

As for Kyle's method... that's not under consideration.

After drinking the mead, everyone dispersed. Mrs. Weasley sent the children back to their rooms and urged them to go to bed quickly.

Fred and George did not return to their room, but secretly found Kyle.

"We've considered it." As soon as he entered the room, Fred asked, "About the new communication device you mentioned tonight."

"Are you sure the Ministry will pay for this?" George asked.

"To be honest, I'm not 100% sure." Kyle said, "But from what Bones said, if there is a product that can meet all the needs, she should agree to let the Aurors use it."

"But does the Ministry of Magic have the money?" Fred expressed another concern. "I heard that the Ministry of Magic is planning to expand the size of the Aurors and Striker. The more people there are, the more money they will need. Do they really have Galleons left to purchase new magic items?"

"I think so." Kyle thought for a moment, "At least give each Auror team one. That should be no problem."

"It doesn't matter. We'll do it." Fred said. "We have to launch new products anyway. Even if the Ministry doesn't want them, we can sell them to other people."

"It's okay. Don't worry about it." Kyle looked at them and suddenly showed a very kind smile. "Do you want to train yourself? Or, in other words, contribute a significant force to the peace of the wizarding world and the stability of the Muggles?"

(End of this chapter)