Chapter 365 Very normal
·
Hong Ri Zhang Wei Luo
"I still don't think it's appropriate."
Snape expressed his attitude for the last time.
Then he stopped speaking.
Jack didn't care about him either.
Nothing is perfect in the world.
Even if the think tank worked overtime to conduct analysis, it was still not sure whether it would be better to expose the whole thing directly, or to temporarily separate wizards and Muggles.
This is a brand new field, a comprehensive collision between extraordinary power and ordinary mortals.
There is no relevant experience in history to follow.
They didn't even have a chance to cross the river by feeling the stones.
Everything can only be seen by oneself.
Jack even had extreme ideas.
Follow Voldemort's old path and cleanse the wizarding world.
Direct conflicts intensified.
Just like a sub-healthy person, it is difficult to predict what diseases he will get in the future.
That simply made him sick.
Then prescribe the right medicine.
pity……
Such a useful solution is too inhumane.
Jack hesitated again and again, but in the end he had no choice.
In any case, now that the isolation plan has been chosen, let’s implement it honestly.
Especially making more clones.
That's the cornerstone of everything.
**
**
Martin has been an Auror for 20 years.
Enrolled at Hogwarts at the age of 11, graduated, and worked as an Auror for another 20 years.
He is already a middle-aged uncle.
The years have left many traces on him.
In particular, there is a star-shaped scar on the left forehead of his face.
Those were the scars left after a fierce battle with Death Eaters.
Because the damage was caused by the dark magic that Death Eaters love to use, Martin's scar could not be completely removed no matter how much treatment it was treated, so he could only ignore it.
Because of his scar, his face was not handsome enough, and it was not attractive to women.
Accidentally, I ended up single to this day.
"Martin, although I say this, you may feel that I am insulting you. However, if you want to continue the bloodline, you should put aside your attachment to pure blood and find a partner among Muggles."
He suddenly remembered what his colleague said some time ago.
Subconsciously, he walked to the mirror and rubbed his rough face with his hands.
What was reflected in the mirror was a man who was not handsome, even a little ugly.
The scar on his forehead makes him look like a rugged football hooligan that is a specialty of England.
Be strict.
He was a football hooligan who got into a fight while drunk and had his head blasted with a bottle.
"Just like me, let alone a wizard, I can't find a partner even among Muggles."
Martin was very worried.
His colleagues always thought he was a pure-blood supporter.
Even if I am not pure blood, I still hope that my children will be pure blood.
There is greater potential and a better future.
However, pure blood is just a slogan, life is another story.
Doesn't he want to find a woman?
He wanted it too!
Unfortunately, apart from spending money, there is really no way to find it.
The thought of spending money gave Martin an impulse.
His hormones had been building up for weeks and he needed an outlet.
"It's all those bastards' fault!"
Martin cursed as he took the money and walked toward the fireplace.
Aurors have been very busy lately.
For someone with such seniority, he is extremely busy.
In fact, the main purpose is to find a few missing purebloods.
These people, alive and dead, have no corpses, and they don’t know where they went.
Of course, there are many people missing together.
However, those guys are not as important as pure blood.
No one cares.
Anyway, he has been working overtime for a long time, and now he has a rare chance to relax. Of course, he must satisfy his desires.
Martin used Floo powder and went directly to the center of London.
The place where it landed was a house purchased by the Ministry of Magic.
Specially used for traveling.
When Martin arrived, he looked up and saw two wizards drinking.
Regarding his arrival, the two wizards ignored him, but drank and chatted.
Out of the professional instinct of an Auror, Martin subconsciously looked at the clothing and appearance of these two people.
Two wizards, a wizard and a witch.
The witch looks a bit immature, probably around 78 years old.
It seems that he just graduated from school.
The robe on her body is also mainly to highlight her figure.
It's all very fancy, but if it really fights against the enemy, it has no protective properties at all.
The wizard looked a little old, with some calluses on his hands, as if they were from hard work.But he kept bragging to the witch about some of his adventures.He said he was an explorer and had visited various ruins.
The witch listened with great fascination.
The wizard also spoke with great joy.
The classic plot of an old cow wanting to eat young grass.
Martin spat.
The world is so unfair.
An elite Auror like him, who is in his thirties, doesn't even have a partner.
But other men can get young girls full of youthful vitality with their sweet talk.
Oh, that's really annoying.
Martin shook his head and walked out.
As soon as I walked out of the door, I heard a crisp sound.
Looking back, it turned out that the wizard and the witch clinked their glasses.
He withdrew his gaze and continued to move his legs.
left here.
He is full of hormones and needs an outlet to vent, so he has no time to waste here.
When the sound of distant footsteps became fainter, several more wizards teleported over through the fireplace.
"It's time to change shifts." A wizard walking in front nodded, "Is there anything going on?"
"There was an Auror who went to the Muggle community just now." The drinking witch said with a serious face, "You patrol team, please pay attention when changing shifts, don't let him find out."
"We understand." Another wizard responded with a smile, "Isn't he just an Auror? It's on us. There are six of us here. With so many people who only need to watch one person, it's not a matter of having hands. ?”
"You keep smiling all day long, so be careful if the higher-ups find out." The witch snorted, "When the time comes, I'll just reinvent you."
"Don't worry, I won't let that happen."
"Whatever you say." The witch stood up and patted her drinking partner, "Let's go, let's get off work. This fixed surveillance post is not easy. Sitting here for six hours is almost killing me. "
"Really? Do you want me to do a physical examination for you? I'm very good at doing physical examinations for people."
"Gungun, I'm only one week old and in good health!"
"That's just your mental age. Looking at your body, you're seventeen or eighteen years old."
"The body is also a week away!"
"Don't mess with them. Go back after get off work."
"Hey, let's go."
After a row of noise, the house returned to silence.
The two wizards sat on the seats where the wizard and the witch had been before and started chatting.
And the rest walked out the door.
As if nothing happened.
Very normal.
Snape expressed his attitude for the last time.
Then he stopped speaking.
Jack didn't care about him either.
Nothing is perfect in the world.
Even if the think tank worked overtime to conduct analysis, it was still not sure whether it would be better to expose the whole thing directly, or to temporarily separate wizards and Muggles.
This is a brand new field, a comprehensive collision between extraordinary power and ordinary mortals.
There is no relevant experience in history to follow.
They didn't even have a chance to cross the river by feeling the stones.
Everything can only be seen by oneself.
Jack even had extreme ideas.
Follow Voldemort's old path and cleanse the wizarding world.
Direct conflicts intensified.
Just like a sub-healthy person, it is difficult to predict what diseases he will get in the future.
That simply made him sick.
Then prescribe the right medicine.
pity……
Such a useful solution is too inhumane.
Jack hesitated again and again, but in the end he had no choice.
In any case, now that the isolation plan has been chosen, let’s implement it honestly.
Especially making more clones.
That's the cornerstone of everything.
**
**
Martin has been an Auror for 20 years.
Enrolled at Hogwarts at the age of 11, graduated, and worked as an Auror for another 20 years.
He is already a middle-aged uncle.
The years have left many traces on him.
In particular, there is a star-shaped scar on the left forehead of his face.
Those were the scars left after a fierce battle with Death Eaters.
Because the damage was caused by the dark magic that Death Eaters love to use, Martin's scar could not be completely removed no matter how much treatment it was treated, so he could only ignore it.
Because of his scar, his face was not handsome enough, and it was not attractive to women.
Accidentally, I ended up single to this day.
"Martin, although I say this, you may feel that I am insulting you. However, if you want to continue the bloodline, you should put aside your attachment to pure blood and find a partner among Muggles."
He suddenly remembered what his colleague said some time ago.
Subconsciously, he walked to the mirror and rubbed his rough face with his hands.
What was reflected in the mirror was a man who was not handsome, even a little ugly.
The scar on his forehead makes him look like a rugged football hooligan that is a specialty of England.
Be strict.
He was a football hooligan who got into a fight while drunk and had his head blasted with a bottle.
"Just like me, let alone a wizard, I can't find a partner even among Muggles."
Martin was very worried.
His colleagues always thought he was a pure-blood supporter.
Even if I am not pure blood, I still hope that my children will be pure blood.
There is greater potential and a better future.
However, pure blood is just a slogan, life is another story.
Doesn't he want to find a woman?
He wanted it too!
Unfortunately, apart from spending money, there is really no way to find it.
The thought of spending money gave Martin an impulse.
His hormones had been building up for weeks and he needed an outlet.
"It's all those bastards' fault!"
Martin cursed as he took the money and walked toward the fireplace.
Aurors have been very busy lately.
For someone with such seniority, he is extremely busy.
In fact, the main purpose is to find a few missing purebloods.
These people, alive and dead, have no corpses, and they don’t know where they went.
Of course, there are many people missing together.
However, those guys are not as important as pure blood.
No one cares.
Anyway, he has been working overtime for a long time, and now he has a rare chance to relax. Of course, he must satisfy his desires.
Martin used Floo powder and went directly to the center of London.
The place where it landed was a house purchased by the Ministry of Magic.
Specially used for traveling.
When Martin arrived, he looked up and saw two wizards drinking.
Regarding his arrival, the two wizards ignored him, but drank and chatted.
Out of the professional instinct of an Auror, Martin subconsciously looked at the clothing and appearance of these two people.
Two wizards, a wizard and a witch.
The witch looks a bit immature, probably around 78 years old.
It seems that he just graduated from school.
The robe on her body is also mainly to highlight her figure.
It's all very fancy, but if it really fights against the enemy, it has no protective properties at all.
The wizard looked a little old, with some calluses on his hands, as if they were from hard work.But he kept bragging to the witch about some of his adventures.He said he was an explorer and had visited various ruins.
The witch listened with great fascination.
The wizard also spoke with great joy.
The classic plot of an old cow wanting to eat young grass.
Martin spat.
The world is so unfair.
An elite Auror like him, who is in his thirties, doesn't even have a partner.
But other men can get young girls full of youthful vitality with their sweet talk.
Oh, that's really annoying.
Martin shook his head and walked out.
As soon as I walked out of the door, I heard a crisp sound.
Looking back, it turned out that the wizard and the witch clinked their glasses.
He withdrew his gaze and continued to move his legs.
left here.
He is full of hormones and needs an outlet to vent, so he has no time to waste here.
When the sound of distant footsteps became fainter, several more wizards teleported over through the fireplace.
"It's time to change shifts." A wizard walking in front nodded, "Is there anything going on?"
"There was an Auror who went to the Muggle community just now." The drinking witch said with a serious face, "You patrol team, please pay attention when changing shifts, don't let him find out."
"We understand." Another wizard responded with a smile, "Isn't he just an Auror? It's on us. There are six of us here. With so many people who only need to watch one person, it's not a matter of having hands. ?”
"You keep smiling all day long, so be careful if the higher-ups find out." The witch snorted, "When the time comes, I'll just reinvent you."
"Don't worry, I won't let that happen."
"Whatever you say." The witch stood up and patted her drinking partner, "Let's go, let's get off work. This fixed surveillance post is not easy. Sitting here for six hours is almost killing me. "
"Really? Do you want me to do a physical examination for you? I'm very good at doing physical examinations for people."
"Gungun, I'm only one week old and in good health!"
"That's just your mental age. Looking at your body, you're seventeen or eighteen years old."
"The body is also a week away!"
"Don't mess with them. Go back after get off work."
"Hey, let's go."
After a row of noise, the house returned to silence.
The two wizards sat on the seats where the wizard and the witch had been before and started chatting.
And the rest walked out the door.
As if nothing happened.
Very normal.
