Chapter 679 Goblin for help, put down your arrogance
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John remains the head of the Department of Education.
There are two major organizations under the International Confederation of Wizards.
The first is the Department of Education, which is responsible for the registration and review of magic schools.
The second is the Quidditch Committee, which is responsible for all Quidditch affairs, including the hosting of the Quidditch World Cup.
The head of the Department of Education was named Roger Spottywood.
He is a tall, thin old man with white curly hair, wearing a purple velvet robe.
"Lord Wick." Roger Spottywood shook hands with John.
"Please sit down."
This time the parliament was held in England, and the others left, leaving only two people in the chamber.
Roger's face was calm, he didn't seem to be afraid of the person in front of him, because he had a relationship with the first king.
"Mr. Spottywood, I hope you can do me a favor." John crossed his fingers under his chin and said relaxedly, "I hope you can contact ten magic schools for me."
Why ten?
Because the magic place was destroyed by John.
Hearing this, Roger's first reaction was to refuse.
That's not an easy thing, let alone in the beginning of the school season.
"Don't be in a hurry to refuse." John's eyes have the power to see through people's hearts. He chuckled, "I don't want to interfere with the affairs of the Department of Education, but just discuss the issue of magic schools."
"Magic school problem?" Roger asked in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, as far as I know, there is no big problem with the school at present, except..."
In addition to magic.
Roger's words were swallowed.
He also heard about the deeds of the new boss.
In fact, the matter of the Magic Institute was regarded as a major mistake made by the Education Department.
As an important organization in charge of magic schools all over the world, they failed to detect the wolfish ambition of the principal in time.
If John wants to care about, even if his position is removed, he can't complain.
"No, no, no," John shook his head, and said, "Don't you think that school exchanges between magic schools in various countries are a big problem?"
"The three magic schools in Europe have the Goblet of Fire to promote communication, but other than that, there is basically not much communication between the schools."
A gleam flashed in John's eyes, and he said in a condensed voice: "Stay flat, magic is not a product of closed doors, and there should be no barriers between each other."
"It makes sense." Roger's expression changed a little.
As John said, these ten magic schools basically have no communication.
Fortunately, the three schools in Europe have at least the Goblet of Fire event.
Even the Goblet of Fire stayed there for nearly a hundred years before restarting.
The only connection between the magic schools is the relationship registered under the Education Department of the International Federation of Wizards at the same time.
"Furthermore, communication with each other can broaden our horizons. To be honest, Hogwarts education used to have major problems."
John dragged Dumbledore out and flogged the corpse, saying: "For a while, Hogwarts' education on the most important subject, Defense Against the Dark Arts, was like a mess of confetti put together."
"One new professor a year, because of the curse, those powerful wizards are unwilling to take office, and the mediocre wizards are teaching indiscriminately."
When Roger heard this, a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead.
John said meaningfully: "I have always believed that the Department of Education should be responsible for the educational content of each school."
"Or, because of a certain wizard, you don't want to offend and pretend to be invisible?"
death penalty.
Roger was restless at the moment.
Yes, the Department of Education is responsible for the registration and management of magic schools all over the world.
But most of them let the magic school develop independently.
Some cases should be exceptions.
Like Hogwarts.
One consumable item a year, the prestigious Europe's No. [-] magic school once found that their graduates couldn't even release the Iron Armor Curse.
This is one of the most important spells for wizards and is the basis of wizard defense.
In such a situation, the Department of Education did not intervene.
If John wanted to, he could dismiss Roger directly because of this matter.
But he didn't.
"I heard that you have a good relationship with that person." John picked up the quill on the table and fiddled with it, and said casually, "Have you had a lot of correspondence lately?"
"No..." Roger was interrupted as soon as he spoke.
John tapped the tip of the quill on the wooden table.
"I don't mind that." He let go of his hand, and the quill stood there, the tip of which had been embedded in the table. "I just hope that you can adjust your position."
"Some people are already in the past tense. Over the years, the Department of Education has neglected the management of various magic schools, causing disadvantages in the development of each school. We need to correct them in time."
He stood up and walked towards the exit, pausing by Roger.
"Magic education is the cradle of wizards. You should know that this kind of power brings not only fame, but also responsibility."
He reached out and patted Roger's shoulder, which had already froze completely.
John walked out the door, and the voice came slowly.
"I would like you to confirm the links to the schools as soon as possible."
Roger sat there for a long time, his back was already wet with cold sweat.
Reaching out tremblingly to take off his glasses, he rubbed his hands vigorously on his face.
This made him less cold.
He tried to get up, put his hands on the table, and tried a few times before he managed to stand up.
Putting his glasses back on, he looked at the pen inserted into the table.
Go over and grab it to pull it out.
But the quill was embedded too deeply, so he took a deep breath, pulled out the quill, and stepped back a few steps before standing still.
"Is there anything I can do to help you?"
asked Reggie Cotmore, an employee of the Magical Maintenance Service.
"Yes, oh, no, thank you, I'm fine." Roger stuffed the quill into his pocket, nodded to Reggie and left.
Reggie scratched his head, he shrugged not understanding, went to the conference hall and drew out his wand to point it in.
The original tables and chairs jumped to the side one after another, and the table shrank and became smaller.
The carpet flew up, and several wooden sticks flew over and beat the carpet.
Dust flew out of it, very choking.
With the wand up, the catchy sunny weather turns to rain.
The rain beat on the floor and the mop swept the dust away.
"I really love this cleaning system." Reggie said with emotion.
...
John returns to Silverhand Manor.
Tang Mi walked over with a smile on his face.
"My lord, they are here."
"Oh?" John glanced at the two dwarf-like short guys who were stopped outside the manor.
"Not in a hurry."
John walked to the sofa and sat down, and the teapot beside him poured warm tea into the cup.
"Tell me about today's situation." He raised his teacup to signal Tang Mi.
Tang Mi couldn't hold back his smile, and said: "More than [-]% of the wizards in the country go to Silver Hand to register their magic cards. Recently, there are ten werewolves from other places who came to register, and they all came from other countries."
"Chu Dai and Zuo Fei have investigated these werewolves, confirmed that they have no history of hurting others, and approved them to enter the werewolf community."
"Under the influence of the Delacour family, the French magic society began to transfer money to magic cards for storage."
"Gringotts is shrinking all over the world, and some places can't even pay the salaries of troll security guards."
Tang Mi told one thing after another, and the corner of John's mouth curled into a slight smile.
"The more registrations there are, the more invisible the saints become."
John's eyes were deep, and he said lightly: "The more wizards register, the living space of saints will be compressed."
So what about the saints, who still need to eat.
The magic card uses real-name registration, which means that John is controlling the information of the magic world in disguise.
This is a news network covering the whole world.
No sign of trouble could escape John's eyeliner.
Glancing at the guys jumping there, John calmly said, "Bring them here."
Tang Mi smiled unabated and walked out the door.
When he came to the outskirts of the manor, he looked at the two goblins with greasy skin.
"Shelby, I need to see John Wick, let me in!"
It was Lanis, the manager of Gringotts who was speaking. He was the manager of Gringotts, but he was actually stopped by several werewolf security guards today.
Tang Mi just glanced at him casually, and said dangerously in his words; "You said... who do you want to see?"
"Of course it is, it is... Your Excellency Wick." Lanis was about to say, but he was pulled by the pull ring before he realized it.
He saw the unkindness in the eyes of several werewolf security guards.
This is the territory of the second king, if you don't respect him, you are courting death.
"Very good," Tang Mi waved his hand, let the security guard get out of the way, and said calmly, "I don't want my adults to blame me for letting some idiots in."
Lanis wanted to get angry, but Griphook grabbed him with insight.
The two goblins were brought into Silver Hand Manor by Tang Mi.
"Your Excellency Wick, I am Lannis, manager of Gringotts."
Lanis went in, his greedy eyes swept all over the noble Silver Hand Manor.
John was flipping through a book, and he just raised a finger when he heard the speech.
Griphook saw what the other party meant, and hurriedly pressed Lanis' mouth.
In this way, they watched John quietly flipping through the books.
The sound of pages being turned echoed in the silent living room.
Lanis tried to speak several times, but was stopped by Griphook.
Until John turned the book to the last page, the book was closed.
He finally raised his head and moved his gaze to the two goblins.
"If you are a weak person who wants help, let go of your arrogance to a strong person."
...
There are two major organizations under the International Confederation of Wizards.
The first is the Department of Education, which is responsible for the registration and review of magic schools.
The second is the Quidditch Committee, which is responsible for all Quidditch affairs, including the hosting of the Quidditch World Cup.
The head of the Department of Education was named Roger Spottywood.
He is a tall, thin old man with white curly hair, wearing a purple velvet robe.
"Lord Wick." Roger Spottywood shook hands with John.
"Please sit down."
This time the parliament was held in England, and the others left, leaving only two people in the chamber.
Roger's face was calm, he didn't seem to be afraid of the person in front of him, because he had a relationship with the first king.
"Mr. Spottywood, I hope you can do me a favor." John crossed his fingers under his chin and said relaxedly, "I hope you can contact ten magic schools for me."
Why ten?
Because the magic place was destroyed by John.
Hearing this, Roger's first reaction was to refuse.
That's not an easy thing, let alone in the beginning of the school season.
"Don't be in a hurry to refuse." John's eyes have the power to see through people's hearts. He chuckled, "I don't want to interfere with the affairs of the Department of Education, but just discuss the issue of magic schools."
"Magic school problem?" Roger asked in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, as far as I know, there is no big problem with the school at present, except..."
In addition to magic.
Roger's words were swallowed.
He also heard about the deeds of the new boss.
In fact, the matter of the Magic Institute was regarded as a major mistake made by the Education Department.
As an important organization in charge of magic schools all over the world, they failed to detect the wolfish ambition of the principal in time.
If John wants to care about, even if his position is removed, he can't complain.
"No, no, no," John shook his head, and said, "Don't you think that school exchanges between magic schools in various countries are a big problem?"
"The three magic schools in Europe have the Goblet of Fire to promote communication, but other than that, there is basically not much communication between the schools."
A gleam flashed in John's eyes, and he said in a condensed voice: "Stay flat, magic is not a product of closed doors, and there should be no barriers between each other."
"It makes sense." Roger's expression changed a little.
As John said, these ten magic schools basically have no communication.
Fortunately, the three schools in Europe have at least the Goblet of Fire event.
Even the Goblet of Fire stayed there for nearly a hundred years before restarting.
The only connection between the magic schools is the relationship registered under the Education Department of the International Federation of Wizards at the same time.
"Furthermore, communication with each other can broaden our horizons. To be honest, Hogwarts education used to have major problems."
John dragged Dumbledore out and flogged the corpse, saying: "For a while, Hogwarts' education on the most important subject, Defense Against the Dark Arts, was like a mess of confetti put together."
"One new professor a year, because of the curse, those powerful wizards are unwilling to take office, and the mediocre wizards are teaching indiscriminately."
When Roger heard this, a drop of cold sweat fell on his forehead.
John said meaningfully: "I have always believed that the Department of Education should be responsible for the educational content of each school."
"Or, because of a certain wizard, you don't want to offend and pretend to be invisible?"
death penalty.
Roger was restless at the moment.
Yes, the Department of Education is responsible for the registration and management of magic schools all over the world.
But most of them let the magic school develop independently.
Some cases should be exceptions.
Like Hogwarts.
One consumable item a year, the prestigious Europe's No. [-] magic school once found that their graduates couldn't even release the Iron Armor Curse.
This is one of the most important spells for wizards and is the basis of wizard defense.
In such a situation, the Department of Education did not intervene.
If John wanted to, he could dismiss Roger directly because of this matter.
But he didn't.
"I heard that you have a good relationship with that person." John picked up the quill on the table and fiddled with it, and said casually, "Have you had a lot of correspondence lately?"
"No..." Roger was interrupted as soon as he spoke.
John tapped the tip of the quill on the wooden table.
"I don't mind that." He let go of his hand, and the quill stood there, the tip of which had been embedded in the table. "I just hope that you can adjust your position."
"Some people are already in the past tense. Over the years, the Department of Education has neglected the management of various magic schools, causing disadvantages in the development of each school. We need to correct them in time."
He stood up and walked towards the exit, pausing by Roger.
"Magic education is the cradle of wizards. You should know that this kind of power brings not only fame, but also responsibility."
He reached out and patted Roger's shoulder, which had already froze completely.
John walked out the door, and the voice came slowly.
"I would like you to confirm the links to the schools as soon as possible."
Roger sat there for a long time, his back was already wet with cold sweat.
Reaching out tremblingly to take off his glasses, he rubbed his hands vigorously on his face.
This made him less cold.
He tried to get up, put his hands on the table, and tried a few times before he managed to stand up.
Putting his glasses back on, he looked at the pen inserted into the table.
Go over and grab it to pull it out.
But the quill was embedded too deeply, so he took a deep breath, pulled out the quill, and stepped back a few steps before standing still.
"Is there anything I can do to help you?"
asked Reggie Cotmore, an employee of the Magical Maintenance Service.
"Yes, oh, no, thank you, I'm fine." Roger stuffed the quill into his pocket, nodded to Reggie and left.
Reggie scratched his head, he shrugged not understanding, went to the conference hall and drew out his wand to point it in.
The original tables and chairs jumped to the side one after another, and the table shrank and became smaller.
The carpet flew up, and several wooden sticks flew over and beat the carpet.
Dust flew out of it, very choking.
With the wand up, the catchy sunny weather turns to rain.
The rain beat on the floor and the mop swept the dust away.
"I really love this cleaning system." Reggie said with emotion.
...
John returns to Silverhand Manor.
Tang Mi walked over with a smile on his face.
"My lord, they are here."
"Oh?" John glanced at the two dwarf-like short guys who were stopped outside the manor.
"Not in a hurry."
John walked to the sofa and sat down, and the teapot beside him poured warm tea into the cup.
"Tell me about today's situation." He raised his teacup to signal Tang Mi.
Tang Mi couldn't hold back his smile, and said: "More than [-]% of the wizards in the country go to Silver Hand to register their magic cards. Recently, there are ten werewolves from other places who came to register, and they all came from other countries."
"Chu Dai and Zuo Fei have investigated these werewolves, confirmed that they have no history of hurting others, and approved them to enter the werewolf community."
"Under the influence of the Delacour family, the French magic society began to transfer money to magic cards for storage."
"Gringotts is shrinking all over the world, and some places can't even pay the salaries of troll security guards."
Tang Mi told one thing after another, and the corner of John's mouth curled into a slight smile.
"The more registrations there are, the more invisible the saints become."
John's eyes were deep, and he said lightly: "The more wizards register, the living space of saints will be compressed."
So what about the saints, who still need to eat.
The magic card uses real-name registration, which means that John is controlling the information of the magic world in disguise.
This is a news network covering the whole world.
No sign of trouble could escape John's eyeliner.
Glancing at the guys jumping there, John calmly said, "Bring them here."
Tang Mi smiled unabated and walked out the door.
When he came to the outskirts of the manor, he looked at the two goblins with greasy skin.
"Shelby, I need to see John Wick, let me in!"
It was Lanis, the manager of Gringotts who was speaking. He was the manager of Gringotts, but he was actually stopped by several werewolf security guards today.
Tang Mi just glanced at him casually, and said dangerously in his words; "You said... who do you want to see?"
"Of course it is, it is... Your Excellency Wick." Lanis was about to say, but he was pulled by the pull ring before he realized it.
He saw the unkindness in the eyes of several werewolf security guards.
This is the territory of the second king, if you don't respect him, you are courting death.
"Very good," Tang Mi waved his hand, let the security guard get out of the way, and said calmly, "I don't want my adults to blame me for letting some idiots in."
Lanis wanted to get angry, but Griphook grabbed him with insight.
The two goblins were brought into Silver Hand Manor by Tang Mi.
"Your Excellency Wick, I am Lannis, manager of Gringotts."
Lanis went in, his greedy eyes swept all over the noble Silver Hand Manor.
John was flipping through a book, and he just raised a finger when he heard the speech.
Griphook saw what the other party meant, and hurriedly pressed Lanis' mouth.
In this way, they watched John quietly flipping through the books.
The sound of pages being turned echoed in the silent living room.
Lanis tried to speak several times, but was stopped by Griphook.
Until John turned the book to the last page, the book was closed.
He finally raised his head and moved his gaze to the two goblins.
"If you are a weak person who wants help, let go of your arrogance to a strong person."
...
