Chapter 632 Defense Treaty
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 632 Defense Treaty
The atmosphere in the office of the Minister of Magic froze terribly for a moment, and no one spoke.
"Professor Dumbledore, tell me... Don't forget, today is the start of the 'Top Ten Tournament', so if you keep procrastinating..."
When the discussion was about to collapse, Qiao Guohua, the representative of Chinese wizards, stood up to smooth things over, and brought Dumbledore, who was watching the play, closer to the topic.
And talked about what they were supposed to do today, in order to urge Dumbledore... implying that he would pressure Scrimgeour to agree to the contract.
The other representatives also looked at Dumbledore.
However, to their surprise, Dumbledore did not respond.
He calmly watched the few people in front of him.
"This... I'm just an elderly wizard, and I don't work in the Ministry of Magic. Personally, I'm... inconvenient to participate in it. It's better for this treaty to be reviewed and signed by professionals..."
"As for the Top Ten Competition..."
"This is not just a matter of Hogwarts, I think you are also looking forward to this competition...don't you?"
Obviously, Dumbledore's non-stick skills are not much better than Fudge's.
In two or three sentences, he took himself aside.
However, going on like this is not an option.
But Fudge, who was next to him, was afraid that the world would not be chaotic at this time, and suggested, "Perhaps... we can go to Hogwarts first. During the top ten competition... during the start of this competition, you can discuss in detail the details of the offensive and defensive alliance treaty (used to deal with Voldemort and protect Muggle secrecy from being violated)... Let's see how we can get everyone to agree..."
"no!"
"That's fine!"
Before Fudge finished speaking, the two parties refused almost at the same time.
Scrimgeour hadn't fully taken the position of Prime Minister, and he understood that the terms of such a major contract were best signed by the power center...that is, the Ministry of Magic.
Even if it had to be signed elsewhere, it couldn't be signed at Hogwarts.
If you really do that, the authority of the entire Ministry of Magic will be severely hit.
It will promote Dumbledore's magical power more in people's minds, and make people ignore the role of the Ministry of Magic government.
This is something that any Ministry of Magic bureaucrat would absolutely not allow to happen.
And for Akinbad, Agilbert, and other wizard representatives from other countries, they will start the "Top Ten Tournament" competition...as some kind of extremely important bargaining chip.
Will not let go of the other party easily.
Fudge looked at the situation where the two parties were in a stalemate here, and no one gave in, and he was quite anxious to watch the excitement.
Seeing that no one said anything, he didn't want to take the initiative to touch this bad luck.
So they looked down and looked at the draft of the Ministry of Magic offensive and defensive alliance treaty they had just drafted:
1. All contracting parties practice "collective self-defense";
2. Maintain and strengthen the ability to individually and collectively resist black magic attacks;
3. All parties are obliged to abide by and ensure the good operation of the [Muggle Secrecy Act] to ensure that the wizarding world is not exposed to the wizarding world
4. All contracting parties should properly handle the relationship between the Muggle government and the magic government in their own country,
5. When any party faces an undefensible black magic attack, cannot maintain the security of the entire magical world, and cannot guarantee that the country's magic world cannot be hidden, other parties have the responsibility to send their own country's wizard Auror, or the same type of law enforcement personnel to station...to ensure the good operation of the country's magic world order.
Although he already knew the specific content of this treaty, but after reading it carefully... Fudge still felt a little distorted pleasure.
As for this treaty... no wonder Scrimgeour refused to agree to it no matter what he said.
The contents of the first few clauses are still relatively vague. It can be said that if the British Ministry of Magic reluctantly abides by them, the latter few clauses are simply unacceptable to them, whether it is from the perspective of the interests of the British magical government itself or from the perspective of the feelings of the entire British wizarding community.
Although facing Voldemort's unlucky situation now, the London Ministry of Magic is indeed somewhat helpless.
With the cards in hand, it is almost difficult to prevent the changes that will occur in London next.
Yes, everyone present had guessed that Voldemort would definitely cause trouble in London, and the entire wizarding world... the veil used to hide it would be lifted off.
This is intolerable to everyone, so Scrimgeour is pinching his nose now, and wants to make a deal with wizards from other countries, or sign a treaty of offensive and defensive alliance...to maintain strength and use it to deal with the upcoming changes.
It's just that everyone doesn't want to back down now, and each side thinks it has some degree of advantage.
Just as everyone in the Ministry of Magic was thinking about it, the door of this office was suddenly pushed open.
Two guys broke in together.
A female reporter, and an old goblin in a suit and leather shoes with a monocle.
The gaudy witch with the aura of a pearly upstart is naturally Rita Skeeter.
She still had the exaggerated make-up, bloody red lips, and exaggerated... diamond jewelry accessories that didn't look very precious, and a small crocodile leather bag tightly held in her hand.
As soon as this guy came in, he was bluffing, looking like a villain, and screaming back, "Cornelly Fudge, you once promised me an exclusive interview, and whether the memoir still counts, and my job..."
Obviously, the news of Fudge's loss of power should dispel Rita Skeeter's respect for him.
Scrimgeour was full of boredom, and Rita Skeeter's non-stop behavior directly ignited his anger.
"I don't know what agreement there is between Fudge and you, but now is the critical moment for our meeting... I have reason to suspect that you came in to spy on information for some dark wizards... with ulterior motives."
"I..." Scrimgeour's direct threats made Rita Skeeter's face turn red and blue.
But she is still reluctant to leave the Ministry of Magic now, and she is reluctant to lose the opportunity to spy on how the Ministry of Magic's power is transferred...
Rita Skeeter froze in place and stopped making trouble.
Scrimgeour ignored this guy, and turned to the other guy who came in, that is, the old goblin in clothes and leather shoes, and asked, "The treasury! What happened to Gringotts? At this moment, I don't want to hear any bad news."
The old goblin calmly took out a sheepskin envelope and handed it to Fudge.
"This is the latest resolution of the Gringotts Board of Directors. It must be handed over to the current Minister of Magic for Cornelius Fudge to open and confirm and sign with the next Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour..."
"What resolution!" Now even Fudge was not in the mood to watch the excitement.
If something happens to Gringotts, it will directly hit the image of the British Ministry of Magic.
Although until now... the image of the Ministry of Magic in the public has been extremely low, but it still has a lot of prestige among the Ministry of Magic in other countries.
Magical materials in the entire world...the exchange of gold Galleons and silver Sickles is the guarantee of the status of the entire British Ministry of Magic.
Especially at this time, Gringotts must not make any fools.
This is the consensus of Fudge and Scrimgeour.
But bad things always happen one after another.
Before the two Ministers of Magic read the contents of the letter, the feeling of anger in their hearts began to boil uncontrollably.
Fudge couldn't even hold on to that letter.
But I was concerned about wizard representatives from other countries... Qiao Guohua, Akinbad, and Aha Said were still there, so they didn't explode directly on the spot.
But Scrimgeour didn't have such a good temper. He stood directly in front of the old goblin, gasped and asked directly,
"What do you Gringotts mean by this!"
"Why did you decide to transfer two-thirds of the underground vault located in Diagon Alley...within one month...in batches?"
"This is not in line with the treaty signed between your goblins and the British government. You must know that the London Ministry of Magic is the most important client of Gringotts, and has given you goblins great support..."
"Are you trying to betray us?"
The old goblin named Treasury was very calm, he didn't seem to care about Scrimgeour... the anger of the next Minister of Magic,
He answered calmly, "It's not about starting the transfer, but a third of the most important treasures have already been transferred."
"As for why you did this? That's because you have completely lost control of London...whether it is the Muggle world or the wizarding world."
Scrimgeour's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, as if he really wanted to interrupt and refute.
"Yesterday's failed operation has fully demonstrated the security situation in London as a whole...After the evaluation of the Gringotts board of directors...it is an irresponsible behavior to keep our client's treasure under Diagon Alley."
"As for the contract signed between Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic, we did not violate the law...These treasures were just relocated to a certain treasure vault on the west coast of England. If the situation improves, we will relocate them back."
"It's just a precautionary measure."
The old goblin's doubts inside and outside the words made the veins on Scrimgeour's forehead almost burst.
And Rita Skeeter's sneer made him even more sane.
Regardless of Fudge's obstruction, Scrimgeour growled directly and forcefully, "We... colleagues in the entire London Ministry of Magic can face any attack from anyone, even if it is Voldemort..."
This name immediately made the old goblin shudder, and he was afraid to look directly at Scrimgeour.
However, he was still a little unconvinced, and Jin Ku (the old goblin) lowered his head and retorted in a low voice, "If you can really control the current situation, then why... those monsters have already appeared on the streets of London."
"What monster!"
Although the voice was very low, this made everyone present tremble together, and they all recalled the unpleasant memory of yesterday's underground in London.
"It's... a monster similar to an Inferi... transformed from a Muggle..."
"I don't believe it, why didn't anyone tell..." Fudge's voice still remained.
A red-haired young wizard barged in without even knocking.
It was Percy Weasley.
He shouted into the office with great anxiety, "Gentlemen, something is wrong! Something happened in London!"
"On the Muggle streets... there are a lot of living corpses!"
"The Auror team has lost control of the situation."
……
"Wrong, wrong, wrong!"
"This is not someone's business, this is closely related to all of us!"
"The evil government wants to destroy democracy and freedom with conspiracy and fear!"
"No one, no one can take away our liberty!"
"This is a hoax, you are all liars... trying to scare us..."
Muggles, regardless of black, white, or people of any religion, gathered around a London crossroads, expressing their anger and dissatisfaction.
"Get out of the way! You must get out of the way... This is a clear order from the lower council... We must block and isolate this place."
The officers from the Royal London Police were so nervous that they opened their arms, preventing the marching and protesting crowd from approaching.
"No, we won't get out of the way..."
"If you have a video recorder, start recording. Today we will teach these oppressors a good lesson! Let them understand what civil rights are..."
"God, use your brains... For your own sake, get out of the way, you idiots..."
One of the younger policemen couldn't take it any longer, he drew his gun and threatened the protesters.
But it intensified the anger of these demonstrators. They waved their arms and shouted loudly, "Did you see it? Did you take a picture? ... This is the so-called ..."
But before these idiots finished speaking, the policeman directly threw the gun to the other policemen behind him, and took off the police uniform on his body under the stunned gaze of the others.
In the end... He was only wearing a pair of underwear, and the bare underwear squeezed through the crowd and slipped away.
Before this, this guy yelled directly to the boss behind him that he resigned and would no longer risk his life to play with these idiots.
This crazy scene made the protesting crowd quiet down.
It can be said to defeat magic with magic.
The crazy and fearful behavior of the police made many of them realize the danger of staying here.
Many of the most ferocious slogan-chanters have already fled.
Seeing that the time was ripe, a policeman who looked more stable suppressed his impatience and shouted again, "We need to isolate this area..."
But before he finished his words, the "talented people" who were "selected" from all over London and gathered here in front of him... immediately let out a burst of disbelief.
People backed away in fear.
The guys in the back, seeing that the situation is not good, started to run away.
Then, the walkie-talkie on the policeman's shoulder...a loud call for help came out.
The policeman didn't bother to stop these idiots in front of him.
Knowing what he was dealing with, he immediately pulled out his pistol, turned around and rushed back.
At this time, everyone clearly saw a few guys wearing yellow full-body airtight three-level protective clothing, covered in blood... Staggering slowly out of the hotel door behind them.
Their yellow hazmat suits appeared to have been torn.
The face under the transparent protective cover is covered with blue and purple blood vessels,
Muscles twitched constantly, eyes turned white...
One of them seems to have a little reason, and wants to say something...
But I haven't spoken yet...
clap clap clap!
After a burst of rapid gunshots, he was beaten into a sieve by the Royal Police of the British Empire.
But it's far from over,
Behind him... a large group of figures of the same appearance also came out of the hotel... densely packed!
changed
(End of this chapter)
The atmosphere in the office of the Minister of Magic froze terribly for a moment, and no one spoke.
"Professor Dumbledore, tell me... Don't forget, today is the start of the 'Top Ten Tournament', so if you keep procrastinating..."
When the discussion was about to collapse, Qiao Guohua, the representative of Chinese wizards, stood up to smooth things over, and brought Dumbledore, who was watching the play, closer to the topic.
And talked about what they were supposed to do today, in order to urge Dumbledore... implying that he would pressure Scrimgeour to agree to the contract.
The other representatives also looked at Dumbledore.
However, to their surprise, Dumbledore did not respond.
He calmly watched the few people in front of him.
"This... I'm just an elderly wizard, and I don't work in the Ministry of Magic. Personally, I'm... inconvenient to participate in it. It's better for this treaty to be reviewed and signed by professionals..."
"As for the Top Ten Competition..."
"This is not just a matter of Hogwarts, I think you are also looking forward to this competition...don't you?"
Obviously, Dumbledore's non-stick skills are not much better than Fudge's.
In two or three sentences, he took himself aside.
However, going on like this is not an option.
But Fudge, who was next to him, was afraid that the world would not be chaotic at this time, and suggested, "Perhaps... we can go to Hogwarts first. During the top ten competition... during the start of this competition, you can discuss in detail the details of the offensive and defensive alliance treaty (used to deal with Voldemort and protect Muggle secrecy from being violated)... Let's see how we can get everyone to agree..."
"no!"
"That's fine!"
Before Fudge finished speaking, the two parties refused almost at the same time.
Scrimgeour hadn't fully taken the position of Prime Minister, and he understood that the terms of such a major contract were best signed by the power center...that is, the Ministry of Magic.
Even if it had to be signed elsewhere, it couldn't be signed at Hogwarts.
If you really do that, the authority of the entire Ministry of Magic will be severely hit.
It will promote Dumbledore's magical power more in people's minds, and make people ignore the role of the Ministry of Magic government.
This is something that any Ministry of Magic bureaucrat would absolutely not allow to happen.
And for Akinbad, Agilbert, and other wizard representatives from other countries, they will start the "Top Ten Tournament" competition...as some kind of extremely important bargaining chip.
Will not let go of the other party easily.
Fudge looked at the situation where the two parties were in a stalemate here, and no one gave in, and he was quite anxious to watch the excitement.
Seeing that no one said anything, he didn't want to take the initiative to touch this bad luck.
So they looked down and looked at the draft of the Ministry of Magic offensive and defensive alliance treaty they had just drafted:
1. All contracting parties practice "collective self-defense";
2. Maintain and strengthen the ability to individually and collectively resist black magic attacks;
3. All parties are obliged to abide by and ensure the good operation of the [Muggle Secrecy Act] to ensure that the wizarding world is not exposed to the wizarding world
4. All contracting parties should properly handle the relationship between the Muggle government and the magic government in their own country,
5. When any party faces an undefensible black magic attack, cannot maintain the security of the entire magical world, and cannot guarantee that the country's magic world cannot be hidden, other parties have the responsibility to send their own country's wizard Auror, or the same type of law enforcement personnel to station...to ensure the good operation of the country's magic world order.
Although he already knew the specific content of this treaty, but after reading it carefully... Fudge still felt a little distorted pleasure.
As for this treaty... no wonder Scrimgeour refused to agree to it no matter what he said.
The contents of the first few clauses are still relatively vague. It can be said that if the British Ministry of Magic reluctantly abides by them, the latter few clauses are simply unacceptable to them, whether it is from the perspective of the interests of the British magical government itself or from the perspective of the feelings of the entire British wizarding community.
Although facing Voldemort's unlucky situation now, the London Ministry of Magic is indeed somewhat helpless.
With the cards in hand, it is almost difficult to prevent the changes that will occur in London next.
Yes, everyone present had guessed that Voldemort would definitely cause trouble in London, and the entire wizarding world... the veil used to hide it would be lifted off.
This is intolerable to everyone, so Scrimgeour is pinching his nose now, and wants to make a deal with wizards from other countries, or sign a treaty of offensive and defensive alliance...to maintain strength and use it to deal with the upcoming changes.
It's just that everyone doesn't want to back down now, and each side thinks it has some degree of advantage.
Just as everyone in the Ministry of Magic was thinking about it, the door of this office was suddenly pushed open.
Two guys broke in together.
A female reporter, and an old goblin in a suit and leather shoes with a monocle.
The gaudy witch with the aura of a pearly upstart is naturally Rita Skeeter.
She still had the exaggerated make-up, bloody red lips, and exaggerated... diamond jewelry accessories that didn't look very precious, and a small crocodile leather bag tightly held in her hand.
As soon as this guy came in, he was bluffing, looking like a villain, and screaming back, "Cornelly Fudge, you once promised me an exclusive interview, and whether the memoir still counts, and my job..."
Obviously, the news of Fudge's loss of power should dispel Rita Skeeter's respect for him.
Scrimgeour was full of boredom, and Rita Skeeter's non-stop behavior directly ignited his anger.
"I don't know what agreement there is between Fudge and you, but now is the critical moment for our meeting... I have reason to suspect that you came in to spy on information for some dark wizards... with ulterior motives."
"I..." Scrimgeour's direct threats made Rita Skeeter's face turn red and blue.
But she is still reluctant to leave the Ministry of Magic now, and she is reluctant to lose the opportunity to spy on how the Ministry of Magic's power is transferred...
Rita Skeeter froze in place and stopped making trouble.
Scrimgeour ignored this guy, and turned to the other guy who came in, that is, the old goblin in clothes and leather shoes, and asked, "The treasury! What happened to Gringotts? At this moment, I don't want to hear any bad news."
The old goblin calmly took out a sheepskin envelope and handed it to Fudge.
"This is the latest resolution of the Gringotts Board of Directors. It must be handed over to the current Minister of Magic for Cornelius Fudge to open and confirm and sign with the next Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour..."
"What resolution!" Now even Fudge was not in the mood to watch the excitement.
If something happens to Gringotts, it will directly hit the image of the British Ministry of Magic.
Although until now... the image of the Ministry of Magic in the public has been extremely low, but it still has a lot of prestige among the Ministry of Magic in other countries.
Magical materials in the entire world...the exchange of gold Galleons and silver Sickles is the guarantee of the status of the entire British Ministry of Magic.
Especially at this time, Gringotts must not make any fools.
This is the consensus of Fudge and Scrimgeour.
But bad things always happen one after another.
Before the two Ministers of Magic read the contents of the letter, the feeling of anger in their hearts began to boil uncontrollably.
Fudge couldn't even hold on to that letter.
But I was concerned about wizard representatives from other countries... Qiao Guohua, Akinbad, and Aha Said were still there, so they didn't explode directly on the spot.
But Scrimgeour didn't have such a good temper. He stood directly in front of the old goblin, gasped and asked directly,
"What do you Gringotts mean by this!"
"Why did you decide to transfer two-thirds of the underground vault located in Diagon Alley...within one month...in batches?"
"This is not in line with the treaty signed between your goblins and the British government. You must know that the London Ministry of Magic is the most important client of Gringotts, and has given you goblins great support..."
"Are you trying to betray us?"
The old goblin named Treasury was very calm, he didn't seem to care about Scrimgeour... the anger of the next Minister of Magic,
He answered calmly, "It's not about starting the transfer, but a third of the most important treasures have already been transferred."
"As for why you did this? That's because you have completely lost control of London...whether it is the Muggle world or the wizarding world."
Scrimgeour's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, as if he really wanted to interrupt and refute.
"Yesterday's failed operation has fully demonstrated the security situation in London as a whole...After the evaluation of the Gringotts board of directors...it is an irresponsible behavior to keep our client's treasure under Diagon Alley."
"As for the contract signed between Gringotts and the Ministry of Magic, we did not violate the law...These treasures were just relocated to a certain treasure vault on the west coast of England. If the situation improves, we will relocate them back."
"It's just a precautionary measure."
The old goblin's doubts inside and outside the words made the veins on Scrimgeour's forehead almost burst.
And Rita Skeeter's sneer made him even more sane.
Regardless of Fudge's obstruction, Scrimgeour growled directly and forcefully, "We... colleagues in the entire London Ministry of Magic can face any attack from anyone, even if it is Voldemort..."
This name immediately made the old goblin shudder, and he was afraid to look directly at Scrimgeour.
However, he was still a little unconvinced, and Jin Ku (the old goblin) lowered his head and retorted in a low voice, "If you can really control the current situation, then why... those monsters have already appeared on the streets of London."
"What monster!"
Although the voice was very low, this made everyone present tremble together, and they all recalled the unpleasant memory of yesterday's underground in London.
"It's... a monster similar to an Inferi... transformed from a Muggle..."
"I don't believe it, why didn't anyone tell..." Fudge's voice still remained.
A red-haired young wizard barged in without even knocking.
It was Percy Weasley.
He shouted into the office with great anxiety, "Gentlemen, something is wrong! Something happened in London!"
"On the Muggle streets... there are a lot of living corpses!"
"The Auror team has lost control of the situation."
……
"Wrong, wrong, wrong!"
"This is not someone's business, this is closely related to all of us!"
"The evil government wants to destroy democracy and freedom with conspiracy and fear!"
"No one, no one can take away our liberty!"
"This is a hoax, you are all liars... trying to scare us..."
Muggles, regardless of black, white, or people of any religion, gathered around a London crossroads, expressing their anger and dissatisfaction.
"Get out of the way! You must get out of the way... This is a clear order from the lower council... We must block and isolate this place."
The officers from the Royal London Police were so nervous that they opened their arms, preventing the marching and protesting crowd from approaching.
"No, we won't get out of the way..."
"If you have a video recorder, start recording. Today we will teach these oppressors a good lesson! Let them understand what civil rights are..."
"God, use your brains... For your own sake, get out of the way, you idiots..."
One of the younger policemen couldn't take it any longer, he drew his gun and threatened the protesters.
But it intensified the anger of these demonstrators. They waved their arms and shouted loudly, "Did you see it? Did you take a picture? ... This is the so-called ..."
But before these idiots finished speaking, the policeman directly threw the gun to the other policemen behind him, and took off the police uniform on his body under the stunned gaze of the others.
In the end... He was only wearing a pair of underwear, and the bare underwear squeezed through the crowd and slipped away.
Before this, this guy yelled directly to the boss behind him that he resigned and would no longer risk his life to play with these idiots.
This crazy scene made the protesting crowd quiet down.
It can be said to defeat magic with magic.
The crazy and fearful behavior of the police made many of them realize the danger of staying here.
Many of the most ferocious slogan-chanters have already fled.
Seeing that the time was ripe, a policeman who looked more stable suppressed his impatience and shouted again, "We need to isolate this area..."
But before he finished his words, the "talented people" who were "selected" from all over London and gathered here in front of him... immediately let out a burst of disbelief.
People backed away in fear.
The guys in the back, seeing that the situation is not good, started to run away.
Then, the walkie-talkie on the policeman's shoulder...a loud call for help came out.
The policeman didn't bother to stop these idiots in front of him.
Knowing what he was dealing with, he immediately pulled out his pistol, turned around and rushed back.
At this time, everyone clearly saw a few guys wearing yellow full-body airtight three-level protective clothing, covered in blood... Staggering slowly out of the hotel door behind them.
Their yellow hazmat suits appeared to have been torn.
The face under the transparent protective cover is covered with blue and purple blood vessels,
Muscles twitched constantly, eyes turned white...
One of them seems to have a little reason, and wants to say something...
But I haven't spoken yet...
clap clap clap!
After a burst of rapid gunshots, he was beaten into a sieve by the Royal Police of the British Empire.
But it's far from over,
Behind him... a large group of figures of the same appearance also came out of the hotel... densely packed!
changed
(End of this chapter)
