Riley's head throbbed.
Honestly, he couldn't even blame anyone but himself. He had completely forgotten about that tiny, insignificant, crucial part.
The charging part.
Not that it would've helped even if he remembered, because the Ministry didn't exactly do sockets. They had always been very firm about not wanting any elements they couldn't control with mana just lying around. Especially not cables running all over. Too unpredictable, they said. Too open to vulnerabilities.
Also, it didn't help that the Ministry building had been around since before electricity was even invented. Retrofitting that place would have meant tearing through centuries of enchantments just to install outlets. For a group of humans who didn't even officially work there.
Like him. Apparently.
And yet, here he was. At three in the morning. Trying to revive a dragonling's farm like it was a cursed relic from the lost age of man.
