Well, I accompanied the commission personally, and even let them into the coveted bunker, the pass to which only I and Momo have, and which allows them to enter anywhere on my lands. I was reminded of the movie "Ghostbusters", when an idiot demanded to shut down a machine of unclear purpose, which almost caused a global "kaput".
These smart guys from the commission also wanted the technicians to take screwdrivers into the humming cabinets, which were covered in solid metal sheets, to check something for safety. But how do you check when the batteries don't even have seams, let alone a door or removable panel?
At first, I just answered all their questions with "secret technology". They tried to torment me, even threatened me, but first I silenced them with "Confundus", and then all these "important" people stumbled a few times, banged their faces, one even broke his nose, but I'm kind, so the fracture was magically healed, and the grateful Muggles quickly went to London to report such a good thing for me.
Later Johnson explained this mechanism: like me, "inconvenient" and "overactive" are used, forced to follow all the requirements even more rigidly than usual, and then create some situation, and just squeeze out the idea, which then put up their own initiative. Well, what can you say? That's what I say: to the stake! But later. Right now we have to work, and Confundus is doing a great job.
Today I had a meeting with the lady in charge of social control. An old maid, disappointed in everything and therefore dissatisfied with everything. I had to discuss with her the details of the housing rules and the future life of the children. Unlike other officials, this madam didn't try to drown me or make excessive demands, but she was so meticulous in her attention to detail, literally nagging, that I wanted to shut her up or throw her out the window. Locked. With bars.
Unfortunately, I would have to meet her more than once, and not even twice, but many times, but she was better than all the previous "important people," and by the end of the meeting I was even starting to get used to her. If only she didn't annoy me with "you can't trust children to people who are not only young, but don't know their family". I didn't see any point in answering those words, she couldn't stop me anyway.
For the moment, I decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron, even though the weather in the Amazing Gray City was not the most pleasant, with its perpetual dampness, slush, and fog. But magic is not an "Expelliarmus" or an "Alohomora," magic is a way of life. Normal wizards literally breathe magic, and many actions are performed without thinking.
People were wrapped in cloaks and hid their faces in scarves and high collars, hurrying to spend less time in the damp air. I walked leisurely, my camisole undone by two buttons, exposing my neck. Not a drop of the occasional rain fell on me, not a drop of mud got on my shoes, not a single Muggle even tried to push or claw me. Nothing in particular was on my mind, leaving matters behind the closed doors of the officials.
Moments like this should be taken advantage of, otherwise life becomes a constant run from one point to the next. Sometimes you just need to take a deep breath, let go of worrying thoughts, look around, and suddenly, literally at arm's length, is the love of your life, and you only missed it because you didn't take your eyes off some papers? If you don't take a break, you can turn into a robot made of flesh, stuck on one task.
It is even more contraindicated for magicians, because we live dreams and fantasies that are easily defeated by routine. You only need to raise your eyes, take a deep breath, look around, see the world you live in, the street you walk on, look into the alley, and suddenly there is something not only disgusting, but also interesting? Like this strange kitten with the amazing ruby eyes....
A young cat, and there was no doubt that this particular cat with a tail was a male for some reason, was sitting in a little shade on a dry spot. Absolutely black, with two round white spotted eyebrows over which stood pointed ears and a pair of golden horns. Two tails hugged slender paws. The cat seemed to be surrounded by a faint shadowy mist, which hid this Yokai or Bakemono admirably from the Muggles.
Ruby eyes glided lazily over the passing Muggles, looking at them without interest, but then our gazes met and the cat's eyes really widened and its tail flicked. A very intelligent look was staring at me, literally shining through with attention, and there was a strange disbelief in it. A strange reaction from a kitten. Smiling, I approached the cat with the same leisurely gait, bent down a little, we looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds, and then I calmly picked up the unresisting animal in my arms.
— Let's go home, Tail, no more running. — I said, smiling as I looked into his ruby red eyes.
— Home. — replied a youthful voice in my head, with a strange "purr" accent.
— Yes, home. — I nodded to the cat, who looked at me attentively. — What's your name?
— Stanley... — I heard the sadness in his voice. — That's what my old mistress called me... — the voice whispered softly.
— Well, Stanley, my name is Sora. Nice to meet you.
I paid no attention to the passersby, trying to figure out who it was that I had found so unexpectedly...