Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 119 Kingsley Shackler
The finishing touches were quite tedious, so Moody took Damon through the process, and to make sure he didn't find it too much trouble, he offered words of comfort:

"Don't worry, once you become an Auror, I will provide you with two strikers. You can just leave these things to them. You don't need to worry about these things. This is the first and last time. I just wanted you to know this."

He was meticulous about everything, as fussy as a grandmother taking her grandson to school, leaving those around him who knew his personality dumbfounded or unable to help but laugh.

"When I become an Auror? It will take about three years. Sigh, that's a really long way off."

"When I get back, I'll talk to Amelia and the director. You should prepare to graduate early. The certificate will be sent to you via owl next week."

"My pleasure."

Damon smiled at Moody, which reminded him of his earlier resolute statement. Judging from the guy's expression, he clearly thought the same thing—"Didn't you say before that the more outstanding you are, the more important it is to build a solid foundation?"

It's all Burns' fault! Such a monster, and she only gave him a small privilege, allowing him to participate in some ridiculous Auror training?
Why not just admit this genius as an Auror without any special requirements? This is so fussy!
If he were to encounter such a genius, even if it displeases Fudge, he would definitely promote him beyond the usual level!

But why had I never heard of this genius before?
Caliban Mortos. Never heard of this family in the wizarding world?
Moody recalled information about Caliban Mortos: an orphan, of unknown lineage, parents unknown, and thirty years old—a whole host of unknowns, as if they had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Such a person could never be unknown in the magical world.

Moody recalled the people he knew and wondered who else but Dumbledore could have done this.
Kingsley Shackleton? I always felt he was still far from it, not even related to the power of the spell. That domineering aura, that murderous intent hidden within the spell—Kingsley's personality was much more composed than that.

Moreover, the other party is already a senior Auror, so there is no need to waste time on him, and Minister Burns would never fool around with him.

Could it be that he is a genius who appeared out of nowhere?
Moody's gaze flickered as he watched Mortos, who had just accomplished a great feat but remained calm as if he had just drunk a glass of water and was about to leave.

"Fine, as long as he's on the side of the Ministry of Magic and the Aurors, what does it matter who he is?"

Just three days later, the mission report on Caliban Mortos was handed to Fudge. After evaluation by the Wizengamo Council, Caliban Mortos was promoted to a new Auror and appointed as a striker, specifically responsible for confronting the villains on the front lines.

Additionally, at the strong insistence of Amelia and Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley Shackle was appointed as his second-in-command, with a second candidate yet to be determined.

"You really gave me a pleasant surprise."

Inside the office of the Director of the Department of Magical Execution, Amelia clasped her hands together, appreciatively watching Damon.

"What, isn't this what you expected?"

"Well, that's true, but seeing that you've actually accomplished all of this perfectly still makes me happy. It proves that I didn't misjudge you."

"You don't know, after you left, Moody practically raved about you, complaining that I didn't promote you early, even though he was the one who kept you from graduating early. Now he's blaming me."

"Haha."

Damon smiled but didn't respond—that's just how Moody is; nobody gets used to him, but everyone gets used to him. However, it seems that he won't have to adapt to him anymore; instead, Moody will have to adapt to him.

"As soon as you become an Auror, you're assigned the most dangerous striker position. Do you know anything about this role?"

"I don't quite understand the difference between an Auror and a striker?"

"Aurors have a wide range of skills, are good at gathering information, and can also serve as temporary combat forces."

"A striker is a position specifically for combating criminals, requiring exceptional combat skills; it's also one of the most dangerous professions out there. Kingsley Shackle will be your assistant. Moody and I secured this for you. He's highly capable, calm, and meticulous. You can spend more time talking to him."

"Ah."

Damon nodded slightly. He knew this person.

Kingsley Shackleton, after Voldemort's return, practically dominated the spotlight of the Ministry of Magic—he was the one who alerted Ron's family to their presence with the Patronus, and he also played a crucial role in Harry's escape. If the Ministry of Magic was a pot of rotten apples, Kingsley was the only good one.

Have you decided on the second assistant?

"Kingsley is enough. If you can get Alfredo Rupert to graduate early, I wouldn't mind taking him along."

"What's so special about this person?"

Amelia became interested.

"It's nothing, I think it should work pretty well."

"If it's not necessary, let's forget about it. Your situation has already put Fudge on edge—even though you're so outstanding, he's worried about other things."

Amelia didn't say much, but a hint of resentment inadvertently showed on her face.

When Damon first said Fudge had problems, she was somewhat skeptical, but after changing her perspective, she increasingly felt that Fudge was not a good head of the household.

He cared more about his own reputation and interests than the future and stability of the magical world.

"Perhaps you could remind Dumbledore? He's been doing a lot for Fudge lately, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, Fudge's position will remain secure."

“Not really interested.” Damon sat opposite Amelia, casually picking up a piece of pastry. “Dumbledore is more stubborn than you think, which is normal. How could someone as powerful as him easily listen to other people’s advice?”

Fudge was the best choice in his eyes, and he wouldn't change his mind unless you gave him a second option to consider.

"So we're just going to watch Fudge secure his position? What if the mysterious man returns?"

"He always has to pay some tuition fees, don't worry, I have other ways to change his mind."

"What are you going to do?"

"You don't need to worry about that. Matters between teachers and students should naturally be resolved at the school."

Damon stood up and looked at Amelia. "Aren't you going to show me my office?"

"Kingsley will be here soon. Just have him take you there. Do you think I have a lot of time?"

Amelia was somewhat displeased with Damon's secrecy. She glanced at him, then seemed to remember something and said:
"By the way, what are your plans for Christmas?"

"No, not at the moment. Why?"

A look of helplessness appeared on Amelia's face:
"I would like to invite you to my home. My niece Susan will also be there."

"Let's see, I might not have time."

Although Voldemort's diary has been destroyed, the curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor still exists, and who knows what kind of trouble might occur in the remaining time.

(End of this chapter)