Harry Potter: The Witty Wizard

He almost leapt out of the chair at the table he was working at and gave a high-pitched yelp of surprise.

Trying to stay seated, while also spinning about immediately after getting the whoopies scared out of him, had Sirius fall off the chair and land in a heap on the floor. Parchment was scattered.

Quickly climbing back to his feet while his heartbeat raced, he glared at her. "Damn it, Andi!"

"You, Lord Black, are supposed to be taking it easy!" she snapped.

"I'm just doing parchmentwork!" he grumbled back. His heartbeat starting to drop back.

"Oh?" she asked. "So you didn't go rant at Bones before you yet again visited your godson, this morning?"

"Oh, that," he quietly said.

"Yes, that!" she replied.

"Dumbledore tried to kidnap him, Andi!" he near-whined. "I had to go and make sure he was okay and not stressed-out about it."

"Your mirror's broken, is it?" she asked.

"I needed to see him for myself," he muttered.

"If you don't stop gallivanting about the country while you're supposed to be relaxing as those potions you're on are working, I'll have you Incarceroused to your bed!"

When Sirius decided silence was the better choice than wielding his lordly power, he just pulled a face instead.

However, Andi wasn't buying it. She barked, "Stop trying to look like a 'whipped puppy'!"

Shaking it off he said, "If it makes you feel better, I've now got Ted 'gallivanting about the country', as you put it, in my place."

"Good!" she returned, a lot quieter. "It's why you hired him. Maybe I won't have to tie you to your bed, after all."

"How did you find out?" he asked.

"Healer's network," she replied. "We Healers keep each other informed of certain interesting happenings. Lord Black getting upset at the Director of the DMLE in the DMLE is an interesting happening."

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Just before heading for lunch, Ted made a couple of floo calls to certain individuals who would be able to collect the information he needed about those particular items he and Sirius had discussed, together with Lord Potter's suggestions on where on the items they would be likely to find the specific information he was after.

A third call went to a contact in the Ministry, who would be searching Ministry records for the correlating information held there.

The gold it would cost him for the information to be collected and sent to him would be less than the cost it would be to his client for him to collect the information himself. And was, therefore, a valid expense.

He was still occasionally chuckling to himself about the audaciousness of the young Lord Potter's plan as he headed out for lunch.

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With a comfortably full tummy after a fine lunch at yet another client's expense, Ted then made his own way to the Ministry. It was time to talk to Bagman.

In the lift he even rode it with the contact he was currently working with and, as per usual, they never said a word to each other.

Ted only needed to travel one floor to the Department of Magical Sports and Games, so was first off.

Unlike the DMLE, the DMSG Director's office was connected direct to the publicly-accessible hallway outside the lift foyer; a hallway hung with posters of Quidditch matches and teams. It certainly made it easier for Ted to just walk in. Which is exactly what he did.

Being only a small department, one of the smallest in the Ministry, Bagman did not rate a private secretary - an undersecretary. Instead, he usually handed his secretarial work to one of the staffers in the Official Gobstones Club or Ludicrous Patents Office offices. One of them was, more often than not, sufficiently bored enough to do the work without quibble.

As such, there was no undersecretary blocking Ted's way direct into Bagman's office.

"Bagman," he said with a bit of feral smile.

Bagman, the wuss he was, saw the expression on the face of Wizarding Britain's top defence lawyer and blanched.

This was not a man to annoy, even if he was a muggleborn. Besides, scuttlebutt had it the new Lord Black had brought him, through his wife, into the House of Black when he brought the wife back into the family of her birth.

"M-Mister Tonks," he nearly got out without stammering. "W-what can I do for you?"

Ted saw and heard the fear and his grin widened. 'Too easy,' he thought.

"Bagman," he said again as he walked forward to stand before the desk. "You have something you're going to give me a copy of."

He'd even neatly sidestepped the chair that was for a 'guest' on his side of the desk. He wouldn't be sitting it, of course. He wanted the man to have to continue to look up to him. Dominance: Lesson One.

"A-and what would that be?"

"You're giving me a copy of the contract for the Tri-Wizard Tournament, plus all associated documents relating to the rules and requirements for competitors, judges, the schools and the Ministries involved," he replied.

"I can't do that!" Bagman blurted.

Ted frowned deeper. "I'm disappointed to hear that, Mister Bagman. Have you and your wife made out a legal Will and Testament, yet?"

"W-why do you ask?" Bagman squeaked.

"Well, perhaps I shouldn't tell you," he mused. "But, Lord Black did not tell me it was confidential―"

"W-w-what?"

"Well... it seems Lord Black of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black is most upset that his godson, Lord Harrison James Potter, Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter, is... embroiled... in this farce of a Tournament. He is, you might even say, furious!

"Lord Black was so furious in his ranting to me about this... he has told me in no uncertain terms that, if any injury above so much as a nosebleed were to occur to his godson, Lord Potter, he would be declaring blood feud on those involved, their families, their friends and even the families of their friends.

"I would... dislike... having to return to Lord Black and tell him that Mister Ludo Bagman of the DMSG was not forthcoming in providing me with the documents I'd asked for that may save his godson from that... nosebleed."

"Oh, Merlin!" Bagman whimpered.

"Also, Mister Bagman, you're the Director of a Department. Has not the Ministry's own law-wizards already informed you that anyone involved in a contract must be given a copy of the contract and related documents? Did they not also inform you that failure to hand over those documents could see the Ministry in all sorts of strife with the law? I could easily argue before the Wizengamot that due to your... blatant negligence... the contract regarding the Tri-Wizard Tournament is to be immediately voided. The upper tier of the Ministry... especially whoever will soon be the new Minister... would not be happy with you, if that came to pass."

Bagman was now so scared he couldn't even utter a sound.

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