Harry Potter's Bastard

"Minister, me?" Hermione looked up from the sea of papers, looking at Solim in shock.

Hermione in front of Solim was quite haggard, dark circles under her eyes had become the most obvious sign on her face, and her originally messy hair was dry and split ends, obviously not properly taken care of for a long time.

"How long has it been since you've rested?" Solim pulled a chair and sat down, pushing aside the tall stack of parchment in front of him so he could see Hermione's face well.

"Rest?" Hermione smiled helplessly and tiredly, "I've had three days off since I took over as Director. "

Solim grew his mouth. He suddenly felt a little guilty, he was the one who pushed Hermione to the current position, although this was also Hermione's own will, this girl did want to do something for wizards and Muggles, but as far as she did, Solim doubted...... No, there was no need to doubt that Hermione would have to die in her office before she could retire.

"You need to rest...... No, what you need is a vacation. Solim said seriously, "You're in such bad shape, I don't want you to die here suddenly." "

"Do you think I don't want to?" Hermione looked helpless, and then continued to bow her head 04 to show the various documents.

"But reality doesn't allow it, the old work needs to be followed up, and the new work is constantly coming. How do you let me rest? And on vacation, if I don't deal with these things for a day, they will immediately fill my office. "

Hermione wrote, suddenly opened the drawer, then pushed it back in annoyance, and then raised her head and shouted out the door:

"Queenie, get another box of ink, don't keep asking me to remind you!"

Solim then saw Hermione's assistant secretary burst in with an inkwell.

"I mean a box, not a bottle!" Hermione took and shook it, "It's still half a bottle, how can I use it? It will run out in two hours." "

"I'm sorry, Ms. Granger. The assistant secretary, named Queenie, looked like she was about to cry, "I urged it the day before yesterday, but they said it would take at least two days for the things to be delivered." "

"Why did it take so long?" Hermione seemed to completely ignore Solim, who was sitting on the sidelines, as she usually did at work.

"Suppliers on the French side are said to be unable to keep up with production, and the embargo has led to shortages of key raw materials for some inks, and ......"

"What?

Hermione, who got the ink, immediately began to work hard, but her mouth still stopped.

"Because it is a cross-border shipment and the products contain contraband, each shipment needs to be inspected and approved, and the process is really ...... In addition, it is said that the inspection efforts have been strengthened in France recently, so it has been delayed for some time. "

Queenie was already sweating profusely, much to Solim's amazement, as if Hermione was putting a lot of pressure on the Ministry of Magic staff in the division.

"I'll write you a note, and you can go to other departments to second. The Department of Sports and the Department of Transportation are idle departments, and McClair and Tuft have not had more than a day of approval from me, so take care of them!"

Solim saw that Queenie seemed to want to say something, but it turned out that he had carefully taken the slip and fled immediately.

She even forgot to close the door.

This kind of mistake is a low-level mistake for an assistant secretary, but Solim can help her make up for it.

"She seems to be scared of you. Solim slammed the door shut with a wave of his hand, not even leaving his seat.

"She's my seventh assistant secretary, of course, won't be the last. "

Even Solim's Patronus changed from a phoenix to a slug, not surprising him so much.

"The seventh?" Solim couldn't help but pout, "what about that...... What about the previous six?"

"I've been transferred. Hermione said sarcastically: "They can't accept the intensity of work here - after all, no one wants to work overtime every day, besides, my position is the director, and my assistant secretary is to assist me in my work, so most pure-blood wizards are not competent, even some half-bloods, only wizards from the same background as me have enough understanding of Muggle society, and on top of that, they must also be well versed in the current policies and laws, only such people can be competent." "

Hermione looked up and looked at Solim with numb eyes:

"I took away the incompetent ones, some of them messed around, some came to make trouble for me, and then two of them were not bad, but unfortunately they can't stand the overtime and irregular work and rest every day, coupled with the current salary regulations issued by the Ministry of Magic, the position of assistant secretary of our company is really not very attractive. "

Muggle-born wizards and pure-blood wizards are different in terms of background, and the biggest difference is the wallet.

Pure-blood wizards from well-to-do families don't have to care about the three melons and dates issued by the Ministry of Magic, but Muggle wizards can't, they can just eat on these salaries.

The work is tiring, troublesome, and there are still many things, and there is not much money, who wants to come, plus Hermione's strong personality...... It's a miracle that she still has a secretary left.

After Scrimgeour took over, the total defeat of the pure-blood forces led to the direct breaking of the funding chain of the Ministry of Magic. The daily expenses of the Ministry of Magic, which has no income, are provided by these pure-blood masters. Now that these people are gone, the Ministry of Magic's salary will not be able to pay for a while.

Later, Scrimgeour finally found a source of funds to allow the Ministry of Magic to operate normally, but he didn't know that firewood and rice were expensive, and now the Ministry of Magic was completely different from previous years, and they had to pay for their own profits and losses. As a result, the Skrein 590 is doing everything possible to cut back on expenses and save where it can.

As a result, the salaries of the employees of the Ministry of Magic were reduced.

In order to be able to carry it out, Scrimgeour even took the lead in taking a pay cut. As the Minister of Magic, he is now only 150 Galleons a month, can you believe it?

When Fudge was minister, it was 400 Galleons!

This is cut in half and there is a turn.

"And how much do you have a month now?" Solim suddenly became interested in Hermione's salary, "Is there 100?"

"114." (If you read a violent novel, you can go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"That's a little little. "

"It's okay, anyway, I work overtime every day, and I don't have much chance to spend money. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Then the people down there won't have an opinion?" asked Solim.

Scrimgeour said it was a tough time and it would be fine after a while. Hermione said, "Some time ago, the Aurors and the Strikers suffered a lot of casualties, and the pension almost emptied the Ministry of Magic's account at Gringotts. If Skrintger doesn't say anything else, it's still okay in this regard, and he doesn't deduct the pension at all. "

Solim was in awe of the former Auror, who had turned politician. However, in his opinion, Scrimgeur's deterioration was only a matter of time. The problems of the Ministry of Magic in all aspects will one day turn the Minister into the appearance of Fudge, whom he once hated the most.