Chapter 851: Things that Reappeared with the Dark Mark
We said we were going to the Pig's Head Bar, but by noon no one had any intention of leaving.
Aberforth walked silently into the kitchen to prepare lunch.
With such a large group of people, it would obviously be difficult for him alone to complete this difficult task on time.
Fortunately, Nagini and Surya from next door were there, and the two sisters brought some special Southeast Asian ingredients.
Sirius finished complaining and went to find Lupin.
Both of them are single and unemployed people in their thirties. It is not a good idea to just sit there doing nothing, so they have to find something to do.
One is a free-spirited rich boy, while the other is a werewolf who is easily excluded.
It is impossible for me to work, but I don’t have any good ideas for starting a business. Should I go back to school to teach?
As they were chatting, Sirius and Lupin both looked at Vincent.
He is sharing the magic communicator version of Gwent with his friends.
It seems that virtual cards can also earn gold galleons.
But how to resolve the conflict with the existing currency? The fairies will definitely oppose it.
As if sensing the gazes of the two men, Vincent suddenly turned around and looked over.
He was very familiar with this look.
There is nothing wrong with my orientation, there is only one reason why I look at myself like this.
He was a little puzzled and played a magic stone card to Cedric on the opposite side.
The Philosopher's Stone, which existed only in legends, was projected.
Not to mention the little friends, even the knowledgeable fathers are very interested.
Arthur looked at the Philosopher's Stone spinning slowly in the air very seriously. "How on earth does it turn stone into gold?"
Vincent gave the answer under the gaze of a dozen pairs of expectant eyes:
"The Philosopher's Stone is actually a universal transformation item. It has no fixed recipe, but it can transform any known substance. It is also the ultimate product of alchemy."
"No fixed recipe?" Everyone was very surprised.
"Yes, not at all."
Although anyone could try to make the Philosopher's Stone, only Nicolas Flamel had succeeded in making it in the last two or three thousand years.
It not only requires the most advanced understanding of alchemy, but also a certain amount of luck.
Fred poked the projected Philosopher's Stone with his hand and said, "Dude, you're so lucky, you'll be able to create one sooner or later, right?"
Vincent laughed dryly. "I'm still far from understanding alchemy. Don't underestimate me because I have so many innovations. In fact, if it weren't for the magic circuit invented by the teacher, I wouldn't even be able to transform the form of alchemical items."
The magic circuit is actually equivalent to the circuit board in Muggle electronic devices. Without it, it is impossible to imitate or even surpass those technological products.
Compared to Nico, who created a whole new alchemy system, Vincent is indeed too inexperienced now.
But even though he was making fun of himself, everyone felt a little awe-inspiring.
Who is his target? His teacher, the legendary alchemist.
George asked weakly, "What do you think of the International Alchemists? They seem to be holding a conference in Egypt next month."
Vincent made no secret of his dislike for them. "Them? They are just a bunch of old-fashioned people who don't want to make progress and hide alchemy."
The feeling of being overwhelmed became much stronger, and everyone was stunned by his words.
Only Hermione and the Waynes smiled and said nothing, as if they had already gotten used to it.
The International Alchemist's Association is still very prestigious, and in the entire magical world, only Vincent has the strength and courage to say so.
This kind of invisible pretense is indeed very deadly.
No one had fully recovered until the Southeast Asian-flavored lunch was over.
While they were having dessert, Dumbledore came over by chance.
Aberforth handed him a spare serving of caramel pudding, as if he had known he would come.
Dumbledore certainly didn't come here to have dessert for free. He had just been to the Ministry of Magic and took a stroll through Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley.
The impact of the reappearance of the Dark Mark is much more serious than expected. Not only has the usually bustling place suddenly become quiet, but even the Ministry of Magic is in a panic.
This situation will probably continue until Peter Pettigrew is captured and executed, but the already inefficient Ministry of Magic can no longer be relied upon.
At tea time after lunch, worried Arthur and Sirius came to a corner of the bar to discuss something quietly.
Vincent looked at them, then looked at Dumbledore who was still sitting at the bar eating snacks, and suddenly realized something.
Under Fudge's "wise" leadership, the British Ministry of Magic was "thriving" and every incident was handled "just right".
Instead of relying on them, it is better to rely on yourself.
The reappearance of the Dark Mark seems to mean that some things will reappear as well.
The organization founded by Dumbledore, the organization that brought together a group of people who seemed unlikely to be heroes and were always unknown, but all of them were brave and fearless, seemed to be about to reappear along with the Dark Mark.
Vincent came to the bar with a cup of tea and sat down quietly next to Dumbledore.
"Professor, are you finally willing to take action?"
Dumbledore followed his gaze to the corner of the bar. "All the evidence indicates that the crisis is about to come. I am just preparing in advance."
It is time to take action. The Ministry of Magic's decisions have been disappointing time and time again, even more incompetent than when the Death Eaters first rose to power.
Vincent took a sip of hot tea and said, "Professor, I think the key to the problem is Fudge. If you get rid of him and replace him with someone more capable, the situation will definitely be much better than it is now."
Dumbledore smiled, "You know I never actively interfere in politics."
“But these are extraordinary times.”
He shook his head. "Cornelly has been on guard against me since he was elected Minister of Magic. Although I have the ability to dismiss him directly, he can in turn dismiss me from my position as Chief Magician of the Wizengamot, thereby removing me from my position as President of the International Confederation of Wizards."
Vincent hadn't really thought of this.
However, given Fudge's character, he would probably do anything even the most shameless in order to protect the power in his hands.
With his hard work in the Ministry of Magic over the years, plus the support of that group of pure-blood gentlemen, he could expel Dumbledore even if he was dismissed, and he would be back again in no time.
Vincent said with a bitter face, "That would only ruin his reputation and make it impossible for him to recover."
Dumbledore smiled but said nothing, neither supporting nor opposing.
His attitude seemed to be tacit approval, which made Vincent shudder all over.
He is the Minister of Magic, who is so high and mighty. What can a mere underage wizard do?
Dumbledore took a bite of his snack and put on an expression of enjoying a good show.
Vincent glared at him with gritted teeth, but the corners of his mouth soon rose slightly.
When the top three competition comes, I must give this old bastard a big surprise.
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