Chapter 511 Different Backgrounds, Same Ideas

Borg Zimmermann looked through the hole in his mask at the crowd in front of him, who were at a loss and becoming increasingly chaotic.

His eyes were firm and his hands were tightly holding the shield and baton, but the sweat on his forehead revealed his inner anxiety.

He was a Muggle-born wizard, and he still remembered the night when the owl delivered the Hogwarts admission letter to his house.

That was the happiest night of his life. Because he was a loner and liked to study some strange things.

He had always been the one who was excluded in the Muggle primary school. At that time, he always believed that he must have unique qualities, which was why he suffered such unreasonable harm.

So when Professor McGonagall came to his house and told him that he was actually a wizard, he heard that he had magical powers and could perform magic.

How excited he was in his heart, but ever since leaving Hogwarts, those beautiful memories had become too far away from his life.

Even in the mouths of the professors, he has always been that outstanding and unique student, who just graduated and passed the Auror exam and is the pride of the entire Hogwarts.

But after entering the workplace, he found that no matter what magic he had, he couldn't seem to change anything, the terrible working environment that his father complained to him every day.

They appear in my life just like that, with a salary that is never enough and a boss who is stupid and likes to make unreasonable demands.

Colleagues who smile on the surface but like to stab you in the back, and those pure-blood wizards who have always disliked you since school.

The smile gradually disappeared from his face. The tired life had long since washed away the joy of possessing magic.

He had spent countless nights pondering over a question: what exactly does magic mean to a wizard?

This problem is not a problem for most pure-blood wizards. For them, magic is their pride.

It is the proof that they are different from Muggles. For a Muggle-born wizard like him, this question is very worth thinking about.

When he first stepped into the magical world, he was indeed extremely excited when faced with the magical and varied magic.

But as time went by, especially when he returned to his home in the Muggle world every other year, he suddenly felt that magic was not so magical.

The technology created by humans seems to be more imaginative than magic. Every year, the Muggle world undergoes tremendous changes.

Various new technologies are constantly being created. Looking back at the magical world, he has lived in this world for nearly 15 years.

He could not sense any change at all, and the whole world was in a state of stagnation until Mr. Hohenzollern appeared.

The stagnant magic in his hands burst out with unprecedented vitality. For example, the weapon he was holding now was a new thing created by the other party.

So when the Ministry of Magic requested that the Auror force be dispatched to suppress the protesting wizards who were entrenched in the trading hall.

Compared to the hesitation of other pure-blood wizard colleagues, he and many of his Muggle-born colleagues felt very excited.

After all, even if he took the wrong path, it would be better than standing still. He was really fed up with this monotonous life.

“10, 9, 8…”

Standing at the front of the Auror team, Boris Wells, a pure-blooded wizard, has started the 10-second countdown.

Although the Wells family has never been among the nobility in the UK, it has been passed down for eight centuries.

He is very proud of his family's history and has always been proud of his identity as a pure-blood wizard.

Before he entered Hogwarts, his life was very perfect. He had loving parents and a beautiful little bedroom.

There are countless friends like him who are from small wizard families. They live in a small village in the north of the Scottish Highlands.

Living a carefree pastoral life, he particularly remembered that there was a valley of moderate size behind the mountain behind his family's home.

In the center of the valley is a pond of moderate size. In winter, a thick layer of ice forms on the pond, and the boys skate and play snowball fights on it.

When spring comes, the girls will invite their friends to have a picnic on the grass around the pond.

In front of the pond is a very high cliff, and I and my friends often go there to show our courage to other girls.

Run to the edge of a cliff and jump straight into the water, every time someone makes this brave move.

Those girls will scream in surprise, and those screams are the best reward for the boys.

Unfortunately, all these wonderful memories disappeared after entering Hogwarts, since I was assigned to Slytherin House.

His life became extremely bad. His classmates who were born into pure-blooded aristocratic families looked down on pure-blooded wizards like him who came from small families.

They often openly accuse them of being just a group of Mudbloods who have existed in the wizarding world for a long time, and the blood flowing in their bodies is nothing compared to theirs.

Sometimes the topic would even involve their parents, and every time that happened, he would be so furious that he wanted to confront these people.

But unfortunately, every time he competed, the final result ended in his failure. Those pure-blooded aristocratic wizards were often closely united by various family marriages.

It is no exception in school. From the first grade to the seventh grade, a young wizard of pure-blood noble family can often find a cousin or cousin who is related to him by blood.

Although they looked down on wizards of Muggle origin, they were even more extreme towards wizards like him who came from small families.

Often, if he showed any resistance or disrespect, he would be bullied by them together. Many wizards from small families had the same experience as him.

They had no choice but to surrender and serve as the other party's lackeys and younger brothers. For a tough guy like him, one can imagine how he spent the past seven years.

So as soon as he graduated, he passed the Auror exam with his own efforts, hoping that this would allow him to escape from that miserable situation.

However, the reality dealt him a heavy blow. Those uneducated guys could not pass the Auror exam.

However, they can use other means to directly enter the British Ministry of Magic and become their leaders, or collude with their leaders.

The dull life has been oppressing him for 15 years, until today, when things seem to have taken a turn for the better.

Those rubbish people in the British Ministry of Magic have begun to lose control of the British wizarding world, and opportunities are beginning to emerge amid the chaos.

Even though he knew that what he was doing now might make him infamous for eternity, he would rather be nailed to the pillar of shame in the wizarding world.

It's better than doing nothing. Such a long time has made him realize that he can obey the orders of a villain and a profiteer.

The other party can be evil and despicable, but it cannot be destined.