Chapter 599 The weather is so nice

Unlike ordinary flashlights, the light is vertical first and then spreads out. The light from the flashlight in Harry's hand spreads directly. This causes the entire area to be covered except for the small area where he is standing. All parts of the office were shrouded in a layer of faint blue light.

Under the illumination of this light, Dumbledore's originally angry expression gradually became calm and peaceful, and finally he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

And the other portraits nearby who were pretending to be asleep and eavesdropping all really fell asleep.

Seeing this, Harry nodded with satisfaction, turned off the flashlight and put it away.

According to what the Death Cloak said, with Harry's current ability, even if he was Mike's best friend, he still wouldn't have the chance to steal the Elder Wand and Resurrection Stone.

You know, Mike carries these two things with him now.

And Harry's strength is unlikely to grow to the point where he can compete with Mike within a period of time, so there is only one method in front of them.

That is to take the wrong path, search for mysterious objects, and use the weird properties of this magical existence called mysterious objects to steal the Deathly Hallows.

The flashlight Harry used just now was exactly the mysterious object he had been looking for with the help of the Death Cloak during this period.

In order to obtain this mysterious object, Mike lurked in a dead house in the south of Ireland for three days, and finally found it from the basement of his house while the other party was too absorbed in playing games.

Its function is very simple, that is, it can erase memories. The amount of erasure needs to be controlled by the irradiation time. Usually, a whole day's memory can be directly erased in just one minute.

At first glance, the functionality of this flashlight seems a bit useless.

After all, wizards originally possess the Oblivion Curse that can erase other people's memories.

But in fact, the ability of this flashlight is even more terrifying, because it can not only cause amnesia to living things, but also to amnesia for magic items or technological creations.

For example, if you use this flashlight to illuminate an alarm clock that has a set time, then when the time is up, the alarm clock will completely forget about waking you up.

Obviously, the portraits of Dumbledore and these past principals cannot be separated from the category of magic items, so they will also be affected by this mysterious object.

The light dissipated, and the darkness returned to the place before. The huge principal's office was extremely quiet, with only the faint snoring of the portraits on the wall still faintly visible.

He heard Dumbledore's last words clearly, but he didn't care now.

Even if the 'they' Dumbledore talks about are really involved in this matter, even if those so-called ancient gods really lead to the destruction of the world in the end, Harry has to fulfill his wish - to resurrect those who should not have died in the first place. people.

My parents, Professor Snape, Principal Dumbledore, Neville's parents, everyone from the Order of the Phoenix...

Harry knew very well that many of these people did not want to be resurrected, especially in such a painful way.

But Harry still didn't care.

As Harry said before, he has been living hard for others for more than ten years, and now it is time to live for himself.

‘My resurrection has nothing to do with you. It doesn't matter whether you appreciate me or hate me. Because I just want to keep you alive. ’

With this in mind, Harry lowered his head and took one last look around the office he was so familiar with before opening the door and quietly walking out.

In the long corridor outside the door, there was a weak beam of light across the ground.

Harry walked slowly over and saw a glass window embedded in the wall. It was only at this moment that he realized that the sky outside had begun to whiten and the sun would rise again as usual.

Looking at the red clouds on the other side and the thin mist that filled the Forbidden Forest, Harry instinctively took a deep breath.

Although he still breathed only the slightly turbid air in the castle, Harry felt relaxed and happy. He felt a sense of relief for no reason, and the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily.

He had gotten the answer he wanted from Dumbledore, and although the answer was somewhat unsatisfactory, it was enough for Harry.

At this moment, Harry suddenly didn't want to leave Hogwarts right now.

He put on the Death cloak and took the suspended stairs to the first floor. He saw Peeves hiding on the wall at the top of the passage with a grin on his face, holding many colorful balloons filled with water in his hands.

Harry immediately understood that Peeves was planning to give the new students a unique welcome ceremony.

This is almost an annual practice. Harry himself was tortured by Peeves with those water balloons when he first arrived at school, but that time was before the sorting ceremony.

Now that Peeves dared to do this on the first day of class, wasn't he afraid that the professors would cause trouble for him?

After thinking for a moment, Harry suddenly felt a bad taste in his heart.

He slowly approached Peeves, and with the powerful effect of the Death Cloak, Peeves was not aware of it at all.

Then, Harry put his mouth close to Peeves' ear, imitating the voice of Bloody Balor and roared:

"Peeves!!"

"Ahhhh! Lord Barrow!"

Peeves screamed and threw the water balloon in his hand, and fled towards the second floor as fast as he could.

Perhaps because he was too panicked, Peeves bumped into the wall on the way, then bounced up like a ball and quickly disappeared into a doorway.

Harry laughed so hard that he could hardly stand up straight. You must know that Peeves had bullied him a lot in the past, and now he was back with revenge.

After another moment, Harry finally recovered.

At this moment, the students also walked out of the lounge one after another and began to return to the auditorium to enjoy a sumptuous breakfast.

With their appearance, the entire Hogwarts finally came to life.

The auditorium was noisy. Some people were reciting something attentively, some were fighting with their companions for the last sausage on the plate, and some were chasing away the owls that were hovering above their heads begging for food...

All of this made Harry miss him so much.

If possible, he really wanted to take off this death cloak and join this carnival that happened every day.

It's a pity that he already knows how to make up for it.

With a deep sigh, Harry wrapped the Death Cloak tighter, turned around and walked quickly towards the castle gate.

At this moment, Ron, who was cutting sausages in the corner, suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked outside the castle gate as if he sensed something.

There, the golden sunshine in the early morning had already slanted on the spacious marble steps, completely turning it into a sunshine avenue.

But there was no one there.

Ron shook his head in despair, then raised his head and looked at the magic ceiling above his head that reflected the blue sky outside and sighed:

"Ah, the weather is really nice today."

…

In the Minister of Magic's office, Mike was also enjoying breakfast.

But compared to the hearty classic English breakfast served by Hogwarts students, his breakfast was much simpler.

An apple, a glass of milk, that's all.

This is obviously not in line with Mike's status as the Minister of Magic, but there is nothing he can do about it.

The last multinational summit of ministers of magic allowed him to gain a lot of new knowledge and information, but it also brought him a lot of new work.

This further compressed his limited time, so he could only choose this breakfast that could be solved quickly.

After eating a simple breakfast, Mike started working again.

At this moment, a stack of A4-sized parchment was neatly placed in front of them. These were all contents that after preliminary processing by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Penello, it was determined that Mike needed to decide personally.

Among these things, the first thing to bear the brunt is the matter about Carlisle.

Perhaps it was out of revenge for Mike, or perhaps Picquery really couldn't tolerate Carlisle and Kled misbehaving on their own land.

In short, after the summit, Carlisle's situation in the United States took a turn for the worse, almost to the point of being broken.

Because Mike had promised Carlisle before when dividing the post-war interests, he would give him and his friends a certain degree of entry privileges so that they could take refuge in the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China in times of crisis.

So this time Carlisle unceremoniously submitted a ZZ asylum application to Mike.

Looking at this document, Mike felt a headache.

This is not because Mike is stingy and wants bad debts, but because the list submitted by Carlisle is too long! There are nearly 50,000 non-human intelligent creatures!

Obviously, Carlisle is an honest child and a very loyal boss.

Even if he retreats, he will pull his brothers to run together instead of enjoying the glory and wealth alone.

But Mike thought that Carlisle had misunderstood him.

His original promise never said that he could bring so many people in at the same time.

You know, the influx of a large number of poor, poorly educated refugees with different customs and habits will seriously affect social stability.

European countries in previous lives and post-immigration countries such as France have proven this with painful reality.

Now, the magic world in the country is in a state of great prosperity and prosperity. Mike doesn't want to let those inferior inhuman intelligent creatures come in and create all kinds of bad cases that will affect social security, thus bringing great harm to this good land. The scenery is smeared with mud!

Frowning, Mike finally threw the document on the table.

When Penello, who was accompanying Mike, saw this, he frowned and asked:

"Mike, don't you agree with this?"

"certainly."

"I know that letting these guys in will cause a lot of trouble, but it is also good for us to have them come in, isn't it?" Penello continued, "You must know that they are excellent cheap labor, and now the magic world of the country is in With rapid development, wouldn’t letting them in significantly reduce our labor costs?”

Hearing this, Mike was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head and said:

"Maybe this is true in the Muggle world, but this is the wizarding world. Wizards can do magic."

Penello came with a look of confusion. Seeing that she still didn't understand, Mike could only continue:

"What is cheap labor? Black slaves in the sixteenth century were cheap labor to slave owners, and workers in developing countries were cheap labor to companies in developed countries. This principle seems to be applicable to the wizarding world, but In fact, you have ignored a big problem. That is the examples I mentioned earlier. Both of them are human beings, but wizards and non-human intelligent creatures are different. Many non-human intelligent creatures do not know magic. This is Very deadly.

Without magic, they can only engage in unskilled mechanical labor and make a living by selling their physical strength. But these labor wizards can also do it with magic, and they can do it faster, better, and with less effort than them.

So for us, only those Muggle wizards who have no money and ability, and creatures that can use magic, such as goblins and house elves, are cheap labor. Other creatures are just garbage who only know how to eat and poop.

The reason why I made such a promise to Carlisle in the first place was because I wanted to attract the educated and capable elites among them, instead of just asking for rubbish. Do you understand? "

Peneiro nodded with all his thoughts in mind.

She has recently read a lot of Muggle books in order to help Mike, which has benefited her a lot, but it has also given her some cognitive biases.

Fortunately, she is already an adult, and this deviation can still be changed after realizing this.

When Mike saw that Penello understood, he nodded with a smile, pointed at the document and said:

"Go tell Carlisle. In view of the current situation, I can only give him 50 entry quotas and let him go back and fill in the list again."

Penello responded and immediately put the document away.

Neither of them felt there was anything wrong with doing this. Although it seemed a bit cruel to Carlisle, who would do anything without benefit?

And to take a step back, what would happen even if Mike completely broke his promise to Carlisle?

In the face of power, all Carlisle could do was grovel and plead.

this is the truth.

Carlisle's matter came to an end, and Mike picked up the next document.

Unlike the last one, this time Mike started laughing as soon as he saw the title.

Because this document talks about the opening of Hogwarts.

Survey data shows that although Mike has made many changes to the entire Hogwarts education system this time, perhaps because he experienced too many things last year, both public opinion and students' parents have expressed a very high opinion of this reform. acceptance.

This made Mike very happy.

And just as Mike was looking at the documents with relish, the office door was suddenly pushed open.