Chapter 796: Heading to the Ministry of Magic
Mr. Weasley returned in the early hours of the morning. At eight o’clock, he walked sleepily into the kitchen and took the sandwich Bill handed him.
"Dad, didn’t you just work a late shift last night? Why do you have to go to the Ministry of Magic so early today?"
"I don’t have a choice. The Ministry is severely understaffed right now," Mr. Weasley yawned. "It’s not just me—Chris, Lupin, who just got married, and even Cedric, who’s only been there for two years, are all swamped. There’s just too much work."
"That’s way too much," Fred said, pouring him a glass of pumpkin juice. "Is the Ministry at least paying you overtime?"
"All the funds are being used to buy potion ingredients for treating the wounded," Mr. Weasley said, taking a sip of his juice.
"So basically, you’re working for free?"
"You can’t look at it that way," Mr. Weasley shook his head. "It’s a job, not a business."
George scoffed.
Of course, he understood what Mr. Weasley meant, but understanding and accepting it were two different things.
Not that it was really about the miserable overtime pay.
Hadn’t the Ministry been boasting in The Daily Prophet that they had the Death Eaters’ movements under control?