Chapter 539 The Magic World Will Get Better
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Towards evening, the five members of the United Regiment came to Knockturn Alley again.
Unlike yesterday, where the Ministry of Magic was escorting the whole process, this time they made an unannounced visit under a disguise.
They walked around the most conspicuous Bojinbok store, and then came to the bulletin board dedicated to posting commissions.
Starts at 1 Galleon and goes up to 500 Galleons.
Babajid casually removed a brown paper envelope, thinking he was unobtrusive.
A magical contract is imposed, once opened it means consent.
Flipping the envelope over, I couldn't find any information about the client.
He hung it back rather disappointed, then frowned and looked behind him.
A thin wizard walked by him, and the pale right hand in the loose robe took a commission worth 1 Galleon.
He opened it to take a look, and left as quietly as when he came.
Babajid's frown deepened.
The man looked as if he was used to it, or perhaps numb to life.
On the African continent, where resources are scarce, there are actually many similar places.
Always hungry Muggles weren't the only ones who lost hope for the future.
Ms. Chen continued walking without saying a word.
The living space of wizards is shrinking year by year, and Knockturn Alley is just a slightly prominent example.
Campbell and Anatoly, wandering around, seemed to have a similar insight to hers.
The purpose of the International Federation of Wizards is to let the magic circles of various countries take the initiative to hide themselves and cut off the connection with the Muggle society to ensure the safety of the magic circle.
Kulbsky came to the end of the alley and walked towards Dumbledore, who was standing undisguised outside the bar.
"Young man, is there something on your mind?"
He bowed his head in silence for nearly half a minute,
"President Dumbledore, I think no matter how we hide, sooner or later we will face the day when the Muggles find us."
"We can only try to delay the arrival of this day." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at Ms. Chen who was walking slowly,
"Believe me, Senator Kulbsky, the wizarding world will definitely get better and better."
"Yeah, it will definitely get better."
After Babajid arrived, they came together to Spider's End.
Only one day has passed, and the streets and houses here have been slightly dilapidated.
The large number of potholes on the road and the gaps in the wall are obviously the original signs that the magic has begun to fail.
"Why did they—" Ms. Chen suddenly closed her mouth.
If the wizards living here had the ability to improve their living conditions, they would not live in this place comparable to a Muggle slum.
Babajid sighed, "If you have any ideas, you can save them until next year's conference.
The most important thing now is to decide whether we should intervene in tomorrow's trial. "
Back in the Ministry reception room, none of them commented.
The original intention of the concealment was to eliminate the impact of the matter as soon as possible. It seems that it is not important whether the Federation intervenes or not.
……
……
Saturday's trial went very well.
Still on the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic, still in the tenth courtroom.
From the main criminal, Tash Hemond, to the accomplices headed by Slade Roll, they are very cooperative.
Rita, who was sitting in the auditorium, kept a cold face the whole time. ...she had anticipated the outcome, even a feature report exposing the dark side of the Ministry of Magic.
It's a pity that not to mention publishing, even writing on paper will not work.
It's good that Fudge didn't hold her accountable for "making up" a mysterious justice force, and now she can only report positive things about the Ministry of Magic.
The federation representatives sitting on the jury table were equally indifferent.
It was a consensus they reached last night not to intervene in the trial.
Accompanied by the cool voice of the presiding judge Amelia Bones, the result of the trial finally came out.
There is no death penalty in the wizarding world, but Tash Hemond, who was kissed by a dementor, is as dead as dead.
The soul is sucked away and the body becomes a shell.
The 53 accomplices led by Slade Roll were all sentenced to life imprisonment.
The rest of their lives were spent in Azkaban, leaving only the worst memories of their lives.
The notorious Sirius Black used the Detonating Charm to blow up an entire street corner and was sentenced to life in prison for killing Peter Pettigrew and the 12 Muggles.
Also in order to quell the impact of the incident as soon as possible, all the prisoners who participated in the imprisonment of Muggles were given heavy sentences.
Start well, end well.
No appeal, no plea.
……
……
Vincent, who was in the Sahara desert, closed the "Daily Prophet" and was not surprised by the outcome of the trial.
Fudge is indeed a power-hungry politician, but there are still means.
The intervention of the Federation does more harm than good, and the delegations will not make the magic world more chaotic.
"Wayne, are you kid really not angry?" Sam threw a bottle of water at him.
Vincent caught it and unscrewed the bottle cap, "Why should I be angry, any magic government will choose to reduce the impact first."
Sam's face was full of disdain, "You know our director's temper, he will chase us after us like a mad dog."
For Scrimgeour, it depends on how determined Fudge is.
Proper handling is to make up for mistakes, and improper handling will only lead to greater turmoil.
Fooling the people again and again, the backlash from the Ministry of Magic will become more and more terrifying.
"Your minister must not dare to continue the investigation." Sam drank some water to moisten his throat,
"Even if you dare to investigate, you dare not announce the results of the investigation."
Vincent didn't object.
Compared to Chairman Randolph of the Magical Congress of America and Minister Ashiya of the Japanese Ministry of Magic, Fudge is undoubtedly a rather selfish person.
But this is the best choice to maintain its own status and the stable status quo of the magic world. If it continues to drag on, the public will only blame the Ministry of Magic for its incompetence.
It would be fun to deal with those witch scum privately, but a chaotic society is not friendly to anyone.
At the end of the day's lessons, return to the castle.
Students in the activity room are discussing the day's trial.
Everyone was very happy, and everyone was praising the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic.
The whole process took only 11 days from disclosure to trial.
It is definitely incomparable with the Death Eaters back then, but this is already the fastest speed in peacetime.
After a sumptuous Spanish meal, Vincent returned to the dormitory to take out Nico's manuscript.
Since it is an alchemy item store, ordinary rotten street goods are definitely not available.
However, there is plenty of time, and the land deed for the alley bar is probably already summer vacation.
Magic greatly facilitates the wizard's daily life, and the products he sells in his shop must first be more convenient.
No need to pull out your wand to chant a spell, just simply press the magic rune.
Is it magical that a small ring that can conjure up a variety of everyday tools?
Is a golem that can serve as a housekeeper special enough?
Vincent, who made the list, immediately grimaced.
There is still more than a month until the summer vacation, no matter how capable he is, he can only make a prototype of everything.
Mass production is a problem, as is the secrecy of core technologies.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
Unlike yesterday, where the Ministry of Magic was escorting the whole process, this time they made an unannounced visit under a disguise.
They walked around the most conspicuous Bojinbok store, and then came to the bulletin board dedicated to posting commissions.
Starts at 1 Galleon and goes up to 500 Galleons.
Babajid casually removed a brown paper envelope, thinking he was unobtrusive.
A magical contract is imposed, once opened it means consent.
Flipping the envelope over, I couldn't find any information about the client.
He hung it back rather disappointed, then frowned and looked behind him.
A thin wizard walked by him, and the pale right hand in the loose robe took a commission worth 1 Galleon.
He opened it to take a look, and left as quietly as when he came.
Babajid's frown deepened.
The man looked as if he was used to it, or perhaps numb to life.
On the African continent, where resources are scarce, there are actually many similar places.
Always hungry Muggles weren't the only ones who lost hope for the future.
Ms. Chen continued walking without saying a word.
The living space of wizards is shrinking year by year, and Knockturn Alley is just a slightly prominent example.
Campbell and Anatoly, wandering around, seemed to have a similar insight to hers.
The purpose of the International Federation of Wizards is to let the magic circles of various countries take the initiative to hide themselves and cut off the connection with the Muggle society to ensure the safety of the magic circle.
Kulbsky came to the end of the alley and walked towards Dumbledore, who was standing undisguised outside the bar.
"Young man, is there something on your mind?"
He bowed his head in silence for nearly half a minute,
"President Dumbledore, I think no matter how we hide, sooner or later we will face the day when the Muggles find us."
"We can only try to delay the arrival of this day." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at Ms. Chen who was walking slowly,
"Believe me, Senator Kulbsky, the wizarding world will definitely get better and better."
"Yeah, it will definitely get better."
After Babajid arrived, they came together to Spider's End.
Only one day has passed, and the streets and houses here have been slightly dilapidated.
The large number of potholes on the road and the gaps in the wall are obviously the original signs that the magic has begun to fail.
"Why did they—" Ms. Chen suddenly closed her mouth.
If the wizards living here had the ability to improve their living conditions, they would not live in this place comparable to a Muggle slum.
Babajid sighed, "If you have any ideas, you can save them until next year's conference.
The most important thing now is to decide whether we should intervene in tomorrow's trial. "
Back in the Ministry reception room, none of them commented.
The original intention of the concealment was to eliminate the impact of the matter as soon as possible. It seems that it is not important whether the Federation intervenes or not.
……
……
Saturday's trial went very well.
Still on the tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic, still in the tenth courtroom.
From the main criminal, Tash Hemond, to the accomplices headed by Slade Roll, they are very cooperative.
Rita, who was sitting in the auditorium, kept a cold face the whole time. ...she had anticipated the outcome, even a feature report exposing the dark side of the Ministry of Magic.
It's a pity that not to mention publishing, even writing on paper will not work.
It's good that Fudge didn't hold her accountable for "making up" a mysterious justice force, and now she can only report positive things about the Ministry of Magic.
The federation representatives sitting on the jury table were equally indifferent.
It was a consensus they reached last night not to intervene in the trial.
Accompanied by the cool voice of the presiding judge Amelia Bones, the result of the trial finally came out.
There is no death penalty in the wizarding world, but Tash Hemond, who was kissed by a dementor, is as dead as dead.
The soul is sucked away and the body becomes a shell.
The 53 accomplices led by Slade Roll were all sentenced to life imprisonment.
The rest of their lives were spent in Azkaban, leaving only the worst memories of their lives.
The notorious Sirius Black used the Detonating Charm to blow up an entire street corner and was sentenced to life in prison for killing Peter Pettigrew and the 12 Muggles.
Also in order to quell the impact of the incident as soon as possible, all the prisoners who participated in the imprisonment of Muggles were given heavy sentences.
Start well, end well.
No appeal, no plea.
……
……
Vincent, who was in the Sahara desert, closed the "Daily Prophet" and was not surprised by the outcome of the trial.
Fudge is indeed a power-hungry politician, but there are still means.
The intervention of the Federation does more harm than good, and the delegations will not make the magic world more chaotic.
"Wayne, are you kid really not angry?" Sam threw a bottle of water at him.
Vincent caught it and unscrewed the bottle cap, "Why should I be angry, any magic government will choose to reduce the impact first."
Sam's face was full of disdain, "You know our director's temper, he will chase us after us like a mad dog."
For Scrimgeour, it depends on how determined Fudge is.
Proper handling is to make up for mistakes, and improper handling will only lead to greater turmoil.
Fooling the people again and again, the backlash from the Ministry of Magic will become more and more terrifying.
"Your minister must not dare to continue the investigation." Sam drank some water to moisten his throat,
"Even if you dare to investigate, you dare not announce the results of the investigation."
Vincent didn't object.
Compared to Chairman Randolph of the Magical Congress of America and Minister Ashiya of the Japanese Ministry of Magic, Fudge is undoubtedly a rather selfish person.
But this is the best choice to maintain its own status and the stable status quo of the magic world. If it continues to drag on, the public will only blame the Ministry of Magic for its incompetence.
It would be fun to deal with those witch scum privately, but a chaotic society is not friendly to anyone.
At the end of the day's lessons, return to the castle.
Students in the activity room are discussing the day's trial.
Everyone was very happy, and everyone was praising the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic.
The whole process took only 11 days from disclosure to trial.
It is definitely incomparable with the Death Eaters back then, but this is already the fastest speed in peacetime.
After a sumptuous Spanish meal, Vincent returned to the dormitory to take out Nico's manuscript.
Since it is an alchemy item store, ordinary rotten street goods are definitely not available.
However, there is plenty of time, and the land deed for the alley bar is probably already summer vacation.
Magic greatly facilitates the wizard's daily life, and the products he sells in his shop must first be more convenient.
No need to pull out your wand to chant a spell, just simply press the magic rune.
Is it magical that a small ring that can conjure up a variety of everyday tools?
Is a golem that can serve as a housekeeper special enough?
Vincent, who made the list, immediately grimaced.
There is still more than a month until the summer vacation, no matter how capable he is, he can only make a prototype of everything.
Mass production is a problem, as is the secrecy of core technologies.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
