Chapter 853 Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills

Although the French magical community regards Vincent as one of their own, he will not easily express his true thoughts.

"Uncle Osmond, it's too early for you to worry about this now. The Muggle Internet has just been born. It will take at least 10 to 20 years to develop, right?"

Russell smiled self-deprecatingly, "Indeed, I was worrying too much."

Vincent quietly observed his reaction. "In fact, there is no harm in getting to know Muggles better. At the very least, we should face up to their technological development so that we can formulate response strategies in advance."

Russell thought for a moment and patted his shoulder. "I didn't expect you to have such a thoughtful mind. Our understanding of Muggles has always been too one-sided."

There is no rejection, which is a good start.

Vincent shook his head modestly. "Muggle technology is advancing with each passing day. It is not a solution for us to remain passive all the time."

This sentence really touched Russell's heart.

First face up to the prejudice against Muggles, and then take the initiative to get to know them in depth. Although this cannot effectively solve future survival difficulties, it can further reduce the risk of exposure.

The Ministry of Magic can't cast the Forgetfulness Charm on every household. The venom of the Winged Demon can only eliminate painful memories after reasonable dilution. Large-scale Forgetfulness Magic cannot permanently erase memories.

But if it's a dark wizard...

Russell sighed to Vincent, "I heard that things are not going well in your country lately."

The reappearance of the Dark Mark was witnessed by almost all wizards in the UK through broadcasts. The British Ministry of Magic couldn't even block the news domestically, so it would be abnormal if the news didn't spread abroad.

Vincent flexed his wrist a little, "Just some lucky mice. The one they rescued was the one I caught some time ago."

Peter Pettigrew was able to escape successfully three times, which showed that he was really lucky.

Russell looked into his confident eyes and said in a deep voice, "Vincent, I know you are very capable, but they are a group of reckless lunatics with no moral bottom line. Your life is far more valuable than theirs."

"Uncle Osmond, I understand what you mean." Vincent's eyes were still full of confidence. "You know I'm not a reckless person. I won't confront them head-on."

Russell was relieved and patted his strong shoulders heavily. "If things don't go well in the UK, you can always come here. The French magic world will always welcome you."

This heartfelt kindness made Vincent feel particularly warm.

"Uncle Osmond, I certainly will."

Although he said this, in his heart he hoped that Russell's promise would never be fulfilled.

There is only one possibility that the situation in the UK would be so serious that one could no longer stay there, and that is that Voldemort led the Death Eaters to successfully occupy the Ministry of Magic under Dumbledore's nose.

After the small talk, Vincent continued to work.

Towards evening, the debugging of more than 50 magic projectors was finally completed.

The staff of the Ministry of Magic have to stay here to protect the equipment, and Russell also has to go back to deal with some documents.

After bidding them farewell, Vincent and Hermione Apparated back to England.

They walked hand in hand on the busy streets of London.

When passing by the Eggplant Restaurant, the two smiled at each other.

"I don't know if Chef Ramsay will be here today."

"It shouldn't be such an unfortunate coincidence again."

While the two were having a romantic candlelight dinner, Lucius, wearing an expensive satin coat, walked into the Ministry of Magic.

After the Dark Mark reappeared, he received "invitations" from Fudge almost every day.

Sometimes it is to assist in the investigation, sometimes it is to question people individually, and sometimes it is just to have a simple chat over tea.

How could Lucius know who rescued Peter Pettigrew? Death Eaters usually wore masks when they acted, and if it wasn't for some traitor who was trying to protect himself, he wouldn't have known that there were so many acquaintances.

Of course, he was not the only one who received this special treatment. Former Death Eaters such as Old Nott and Old Crabbe also received the same treatment.

What needs to be asked has been asked, and what needs to be said has been said. It's just spending money to buy "indulgences". The Malfoy family is not short of these gold Galleons.

Lucius came out of the elevator holding a luxurious snake-head cane and walked slowly towards Fudge's office.

"Knock Knock-"

"come in."

He opened the door and the first thing he saw was a face full of hypocrisy.

"Oh - Lucius, my friend, you are here at last."

Fudge was very enthusiastic today, and his attitude was completely different from before.

Lucius put on the same hypocritical mask, opened his arms and gave him a gentle hug.

"Mr. Minister, I am not late, am I?"

Fudge shook his head with a broad smile, "Of course not, my friend."

The two of them sat down at the coffee table and chatted very politely.

After a bunch of meaningless topics, Fudge suddenly complained: "Ah... there are so many things going on recently. The department is already short of manpower, and we also have to prepare for the World Cup finals."

Lucius cursed inwardly.

This greedy old guy couldn't get any useful information from them, so he set his sights on their family wealth.

If the person cannot be found, they will keep being drained of blood. When they are completely drained and still haven't found the person, they will definitely become scapegoats as they are no longer of any value.

Lucius cursed in his heart but put on a concerned expression on his face, "Shortage of manpower? Mr. Minister, what can I do for the Ministry of Magic?"

Fudge was delighted in his heart, but on the surface he looked worried. "It's still the same old problem, insufficient funds."

Lucius generously took out a small velvet bag from his arms and said, "Mr. Minister, I have some spare money recently. I hope I can help you."

Fudge quickly pushed the purse back and said, "Lucius, you are making it difficult for me."

Difficult to do? The underlying message is that the money is too little.

No matter how well-mannered Lucius was, he couldn't help but curse again in his heart.

After all, he is a well-known and respectable person, and he manages his facial expressions very well.

He pushed the purse over again. "Mr. Minister, this is the money I donated to the Ministry of Magic in my personal name. I will contact all the major families to hold a fundraising event in a few days. I hope that our little help can help the Ministry of Magic."

Fudge did not refuse this time and put the bag of money into his pocket. "My friend, thank you for your continued support and trust in the Ministry of Magic. We will definitely get through this difficult time safely."

Lucius pretended to be at a loss, "Mr. Minister, our duty as pure-blood wizards is to work with the Ministry of Magic. This is what we should do."

The hypocritical courtesy is played out again.

The two seemed to have forgotten some of the unpleasant things that had happened recently, and they were really caring about each other like old friends.

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