Chapter 884 - Aftermath of Giant Attack Ⅳ

Without further ado, Chief Warlock Dumbledore begins, "On December 22nd, 1975, we have heard the arguments of the Wizengamot and Minister of Magic. A proposal has been made by the Wizengamot to permit the use of goblins as Logistics commanders ensuring the protection of supply chains. In addition, the use of Hags as aerial support and Trolls as physical infantry support to the Auror's in combat against the giants. All Wizengamot members in favor please raise your hand."

Scores of hands go up as the court clerk counts them and to the shock of those in the nearly 2/3's of the Wizengamot raise their hands in favor. Tiberius McLaggen's eyes flash for a moment as he counts, while Albert Runcorn's face darkens. Despite having a guaranteed win, he had lost in the end.

Gritting his teeth, Runcorn at the last minute raises his hand in favor of the proposal. If he wished to continue his quest for power, then he was prepared to make much-needed sacrifices to ensure the fulfillment of his dėsɨrė. For in politics even enemies are allies and allies are enemies that one must be prepared to put aside pride to gain more power.

The observing journalists in the stands are filled with disbelief. They could not believe that the motion had passed. Even Skeeter's mouth flops open for a bit before she hastily begins to jot down the reactions. Yet it had and the motion had not been halted by the purebloods.

"All those opposed?" Dumbledore asked as dozens of hands went into the air. Among them only a few Wizengamot did not cast their votes are were counted as absentee.

The count finishes quickly enough and Tiberius McLaggen loudly proclaims, "The Majority of the Wizengamot have cast their votes in favor the motion is passed."

Minister Jenkins abruptly feels a large weight lift off her shoulders unable to believe the motion had successfully been passed. Feeling her legs, a bit weak, she faintly makes her way to Mrs. Prim. She wasn't quite sure how she made it, really.

"Congratulations, Minister Jenkins!" Mrs. Prim murmured with great pride.

Mrs. Prim accompanies Minister Jenkins out of the hall. The instant Minister Jenkins emerges the photographers begin to crazily photos of her. Minister Jenkins is bathed in hundreds of flashes, but she ignores the bright lights. Her ȧssigned guards quickly and rather firmly clear a path for her back to her office, while Mrs. Prim, her undersecretary begins to give a preliminary press release in the hallway of the events that had just transpired within the confines of the courtroom.

The dungeon's echo loudly as the Wizengamot and audience discuss the farfetched passing of the motion. Calmly ushering the public out of the dungeon is the scribe, Tiberius McLaggen. The younger wizard easily herds the crowd out of the dungeon with a smooth word here and there. Eventually, the crowd trickles down to only a few Wizengamot members who remained to chat with Chief Warlock, and one other, Reginald Prince.

The fair, wiry, broad-shouldered, blond approaches the elderly wizard. Tiberius McLaggen takes a moment to adjust his spectacles, before bowing to the older wizard. "Mr. Prince, the Wizengamot session has to an end," he kindly said. "Might I persuade you to depart from the dungeons?"

Reginald's dark eyes turn towards the earnest, nervously smiling younger wizard. His lips deepen into a frown as a strong feeling of dislike flashes across his face. He had never liked the younger wizard. There was no logical reason or instance that had caused the intense emotions, but Reginald Prince rarely ever changed his mind.

"There is no need, Mr. McLaggen," Reginald's lips twitched in aversion. "Do not concern yourself, Mr. McLaggen."

"I am sorry, sir," Tiberius apoplectically bowed deeply causing his glasses to slide down the bridge of his nose. By the time, the younger wizard straightened up, Reginald Prince had already approached the Chief Warlock to request a private word.

Tiberius McLaggen loudly claps his hand and gains the attention of the remaining Wizengamot members. He carefully ushers the remaining members out of the room, before pausing at the doors. An ȧssessing gleam flashes across his face before he firmly closes the door behind him with a faint twitch of his lips tilting upward in pensive thought.

The chamber is cold and silent except for the two wizards left behind. Albus Dumbledore opens his mouth to speak, but Reginald Prince roughly interrupts. "A moment, Professor," he harshly said gesturing to the door.

"Colloportus," Reginald muttered under his breath casting the locking spell to ensure the door is magically locked. He casts several more wordless spells to ensure the privacy of their conversation. Certain that it is safe, he does not apologize for his interruption merely gestures at Dumbledore to continue.

Albus's blue eyes stare at Reginald Prince for a moment, before he says, "Please offer my sincere, but belated congratulations to Rowan and Severus. I earnest wished to attend the presentation ball, but I had otherwise prior engagements of equal importance."

"Yes, they mostly certain did wish to have their apprenticeship Master in attendance to their official presentation into society," Reginald almost mockingly said, "but I suppose it was infinitely far more fortunate that the Headmaster was unable to attend."

Uncertain if Reginald was praising or mocking him, Albus decides to tactfully change the subject. "Nevertheless, my genuine apologies, Prince." There was no trace of reaction on Reginald's face.

Sensing that Reginald Prince was in no mood for such pleasantries, Albus plainly says, "Let us speak clearly, Prince, what is that you dėsɨrė to speak to me with, Prince? I am surprised that you did not seek the Minister of Magic out," he knowingly said.

Reginald's dark eyes reassess Albus Dumbledore for a moment before a cold smile appears on his sharp-featured face. "Professor Dumbledore, I must admit that I find myself both shocked and impressed by your actions this evening. You were both audacious and sly manipulating even the shrewdest of Wizengamot members in your favor. It would seem obvious to me and those in observing that your talents are utterly wasted at Hogwarts."

Albus's eyes blue eyes become frigid. "You speak out of turn, Prince," he strongly chastised. "I am amply content in my role as Headmaster at Hogwarts. I rather enjoy spending my time with the children nor do I hold any other dėsɨrė. I have made it perfectly on ample opportunities that I have no dėsɨrė to enter into the fray of the Ministry of Magic."

"Hypocrite," Reginald pronounced without any hesitation causing Albus's eyes to flare with a cold trickle of anger.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, "Reginald called Professor Dumbledore by his full name causing Albus's face to flick with astonishment for a moment, before hardening. Very few individuals knew Albus's entire full name and he could count the individuals, on one hand, the number that knew that.. Then again, this was Reginald Prince and Reginald Prince was an exception unto himself.