I think we have to deal with indifference too often in our lives, most people really don't care about what's going on around them as long as it doesn't threaten their health or well-being. I don't really know what the English or the Scots or the Irish are supposed to be like, but I have had the opportunity to interact with various spirits of this world, and many remember what the people of the past were like.
Yes, you can wave your hand at me, and the grass was greener, and the sky was bluer, and so on, and it's all a matter of perception and other things that depend on time. But even if that's true, I don't like times when a person will be lying on the sidewalk and only one out of hundreds will come up to him and at least inquire about his well-being.
On the other hand, I'm not sure that I would be that person, but in Japan, for example, it's much easier to find a policeman, because they have little booths where a couple of people are on duty, and it's their job to take care of little things like that. But not everyone is lazy enough to walk an extra meter and inform the police, most of them will just look away and pretend they didn't see anything.
I agree that the weight of the world can't be helped, but if everyone learned to at least not look the other way, to at least report someone else's misfortune to the police, it would make a big difference. Perhaps the two Gryffindors would change their minds when they saw the work of the Aurors for themselves and take up something else. Or, on the contrary, they would prepare more seriously, and when they entered the Aurorate, they would realize what they were trying to do. And that would mean two more trained specialists in the Aurorate, or two fewer deaths in some dangerous raid.
I wasn't going to change my mind, so we made our way to the Forbidden Forest without meeting anyone else, and from there I carried both girls to my cottage in London, where many people had already gathered, including Lupin, whom the girls didn't immediately recognize. The man's life had changed considerably in the last few months, and the werewolf himself had begun to change, especially in his appearance and the more animated, burning gaze with which he looked at Miss Travers.
The woman was here, too, and while everyone was still gathered, she was serving hot tea and cookies and handing out a fresh potion of strengthening tea, which would be a good idea before the action. No, it would be possible to give everyone a strong stimulant, or even more than one, but the case is very difficult, and I'm not talking about the operation itself, but about its political impact on society as a whole, because if you want, the offended cadres could well accuse us of swallowing drugs and going after them, the innocent, saying that the roof of the people went crazy. And their lawsuit, characteristically, will be satisfied, I do not even doubt it. We must be careful not to give the enemy anything to hold on to.
— Hello, Amelia. — No smiles, no hand kisses or anything, everyone's serious and focused right now. — Are these people all "trustworthy" or have they already arrived? — There are eleven middle-aged wizards on and around the couch.
— Two more fives will arrive within ten minutes. We can't draw too much attention to ourselves — we don't want to give the enemy any advance warning with our activities. — I nodded in agreement, noticing the strange look she was giving me from behind where the Gryffindors were trying to stay. — Hmm? — And there was so much expression in that 'hmm' that it would have been better to explain it right away.
And so I did, suggesting that the idea be creatively refined and expanded: to officially introduce some sort of demonstration classes, where Hogwarts graduates could watch Aurors at work and then decide if it was for them or not. If so, then the boys and girls will have time for more thoughtful preparation; if not, then there are indeed other options that, unlike the Aurorate and the Ministry, are not talked about so much.
And in general, if you listen to the conversations of the graduates at school, it seems as if there are no other professions than being a policeman in the magical world, or an official of various weight classes. But then other questions arise: Where does the parchment for writing come from? The quills and ink? Who produces the cloth for the robes, the wool?
Let me remind you: according to the statute, wizards are forbidden to attract the attention of muggles, so active trade, where a buyer buys a container of apples and then this container disappears in an unknown direction, is already too suspicious, because any product is quite easy to trace, but how to do it when it just disappears? In general, the subject is extremely "slippery", so the magicians have their own production, and magic makes the work much easier.
Thirty minutes later, after a short briefing, we froze, waiting for the signal from Lan and Junko. Their first priority is to set up the perimeter, prepare the Anti-Apparatus Dome and my Spirit Dome for immediate activation, and as soon as the last of us is transported, set it all off and keep it going until it's over....