Chapter 566: Wild Wizard's Magic Reform

The Ministry of Magic is not a powerful organization. Even because of the special attributes of wizards and the simple and weird social structure, almost every department exudes a lazy atmosphere.

Even the Wizengamot Management Agency of the Legal Enforcement Department and the Auror Command usually turn a blind eye to many things.

Only one situation will allow the entire Ministry of Magic to operate efficiently - involving Muggles!

The Ministry of Magic was established by the International Federation of Wizards to implement the "International Wizarding Secrecy Act". Up to now, it has a history of more than 300 years and still only focuses on the "Secrecy Act".

so……

When Anton and his little friends returned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry with big bags and small bags, several letters were quickly delivered to the hall of Weasley's Burrow at the foot of Ermine Mountain.

Then, a rare scream came from far away from the window.

"Arthur~~~~~"

"You bought the castle secretly without telling me?"

"Oh~ Molly trembling, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Bright wall lamps replaced the dim and moody little yellow lamps, and Arthur and Molly stared at the letters on the table.

——"To Mr. Weasley, 368 important things to pay attention to when buying a Muggle castle, please know" - Office of the Minister of Magic

--"warn! Please be friendly with your Muggle neighbors, and do not use magic in private when encountering major problems" - Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters Muggle Mediation Committee

——"Warm Tips: Common Problems and Common Solutions for Castles in Dilapidation" ——Magical Creature Management and Control Department House Elf Resettlement Office/Dangerous Animals Disposal Committee/Pest Advisory Office/Beasts, Aliens and Ghosts office

——"Please register the fireplace with the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible, and connect to the Floo network (Muggle castles are in a mandatory connection state)"——Department of Magical Transport, Floo Network Administration

- "Contact Us For Dead Beings That Are Not Ghosts" - Department of Mysteries

——"List of optional Muggle items in Muggle castles, please consult the Ministry of Magic for non-listed items" ——Department of Magical Law Enforcement Office of the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Items

"..."

"You even sent yourself a letter!" Molly pulled out the letter from the 'Office of Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts' in disbelief, and was surprised to find Arthur's signature at the end.

The corners of Arthur's eyes twitched, "Well, sometimes I'm a little lazy. These are standard official documents. I just need to sign quickly, and I don't need to read the contents carefully."

Molly frowned, "Arthur, I can't believe that you treat your work like this."

Arthur shrugged innocently.

"There are too many documents that need to be processed every day. Most of them are boring. It is not suitable for me to recruit more staff in the office. Some things can only be slightly relaxed."

"Relax a little?" Molly glanced at him contemptuously, "That is to say, you didn't read the specific content at all, and just replied to a standard document?"

"Oh~ Molly trembling, don't pay attention to these small details."

"We should be more curious, who bought the castle? Could it be Bill?"

As a child who has graduated, Charlie is an honest and honest child. If he buys a castle, he will definitely discuss it with his parents. That leaves only Bill, who works as a spellbreaker at Gringotts.

To become a spellbreaker, you need to achieve extremely high results in the subject of 'arithmetic divination', and you are engaged in a job similar to password deciphering.

Then, why a cut-down bank like Gringotts, which is responsible for "currency manufacturing" and "insurance warehouse" as its main business, needs spellbreakers is actually very intriguing.

Therefore, Bill may be able to afford a castle regardless of the nature of his job or salary.

Until Arthur and his wife looked through all the letters carefully, they all took a breath-not bought one, but bought two!

"Arthur, do you think it could be Anthony? I heard that his books are selling very well."

Arthur nodded thoughtfully, "Maybe that's the case, otherwise who else can afford to buy a castle, oh, don't look at me suspiciously, I really didn't buy it, I'll go to the department to ask tomorrow Just know."

...

"Molly, Molly!" The next day, Arthur, who had just gone to work not long ago, apparated back home with a bang, "It's unbelievable!"

"Not Anthony? Is it really Bill?"

"No, no, no!" Arthur's face was full of skepticism, "It's George and Fred!"

"???"

bang~

The pot in her hand fell to the ground, and Molly stared blankly at Arthur, not quite sure what she heard, "Who?"

So, the Weasleys, who couldn't sit still at home, visited Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

They first followed Principal Dumbledore and Vice-Principal McGonagall to the hut by the Black Lake.

"Welcome to the small shop, what do you need?"

It was Ron who opened the door for them. He was very grateful to Anton and the others for giving them this hut. Ron, who lacked everything since he was a child, has received enough care from Anton - homework and occasional after-school tutoring, Helped him heal the Slug Curse, the first wand in his life that belonged entirely to him, taught him the Fierce Fire Curse and the Ghost Fire Curse, a magical secret base...

Ron decided to do something for his brothers, even if it was just helping to look after the small shop.

He even approached a Muggle-born classmate for advice on how to promote sales for the small store - the classmate's father was a medical equipment salesman.

God knows how long he has memorized this salesmanship, and God knows how many times he has changed it after a little deliberation.

"We have the latest stinky turkey, guaranteed..."

Unfortunately, it was the first time in his life that he wanted to recite this passage, but he only read the beginning.

"Promise... Bao... oh~~~ Merlin's beard, mom, why are you here?"

Molly frowned, staring at Ron coldly, "What promise?"

Poor Ron could only swallow innocently, weak and helpless.

There is nothing worse than this!

Oh~

There are still.

He watched Professor McGonagall walk out from behind his mother with a look of horror, "Mr. Weasley, I also want to know, what promise?"

It's a double coercion!

Then, Ron saw the smiling father and the smiling Dumbledore behind the two 'untouchable'...

"!!!"

...

...

Anton didn't know what happened in the school. On Sunday, when everyone was decorating and decorating the new cabin little by little, he received an owl letter from Scrimgeour.

The letter stated that he was asked to come to the Auror's office and there was something interesting to show him.

"What is this?" Anton took a magic prop that Scrimgeour handed over suspiciously, which looked like a copper binocular.

"Memory kaleidoscope, similar to a Pensieve." Scrimgeour took out a glass ball the size of an egg, with a milky white silk thread floating in the transparent material.

Open the tail of the 'memory kaleidoscope' and put the glass ball containing the memory thread into it. Scrimgeour clicked on the file on the table, "This memory will be sealed later, and it will take a certain amount of time to read it again." Authority, let me show you now, it is the procedure of specially invited experts to assist in the investigation."

Anton nodded, "Procedural justice, I understand."

He picked up the memory kaleidoscope and looked inside with only one eye open.

The vision presented by this memory is a somewhat dilapidated prison cell, and the protagonist of the vision seems to be tied to an execution rack.

As the field of vision swayed up and down, Anton instantly judged that this was the mercenary spying on the werewolf's home.

He looked a little frightened, and his breathing was a little heavy.

"Very tenacious will!" A voice came from behind him, the voice was hoarse, with a peculiar emphasis after being changed by the potion.

"But this is not possible. You have to be afraid, you have to fall into extreme fear, so that the effect of my improved potion can be maximized."

"Damn it, Anthony's potion formula is too difficult to prepare, I can barely break it down into several steps."

Then, the speaking figure walked up to the mercenary, wearing a wizard robe, and under the huge wizard hood was a strange blood-red mask, with a big grinning mouth full of fangs, looking very ferocious.

He raised his hand, holding a ball in his hand.

This is a magical animal with a natural gift similar to Apparition, and it is also the only magical animal known to Muggles. They call this flightless bird the Dodo and think they are extinct.

"I don't know whether the next method will be successful. After all, your will is too firm and lacks extreme fear. Moreover, I don't know whether this ancient ritual can replace one of the complicated steps."

The wizard took out a slender dagger, pierced the ball through the bird, let it struggle on the dagger, and then slammed the end of the dagger into the mercenary's stomach.

"Oh~" the mercenary let out a muffled grunt, still clenching his teeth.

The sorcerer ignored it, lit the candles around, and walked around the mercenaries, chanting spells in ancient runes.

It probably means——chrysalis of the ghost-faced hawkmoth, you will wrap these two souls, I will sacrifice the soul of the ball-stalking bird full of spirituality, and pray that you will bestow the ability of the ball-stalking bird...

This is an evil ritual in which ancient wizards attempted to steal the power of magical animals. Anton had read its detailed introduction in the restricted area of ​​the school. Obviously, this wizard may not have understood the key to it.

It is the sorcery used by ancient tribal wizards to impart magical abilities to warriors before going out or hunting, and it requires warriors to have an absolutely strong will.

In other words, this wizard really met the conditions by mistake.

Of course, this seemingly powerful 'enchantment' comes at an extremely vicious price - this warrior will feel the pain of piercing his bone every night of the full moon, until his spirit breaks down and he turns into an unconscious 'evil beast' .

In order to seek relief, this "evil beast" will turn around and attack the wizard who turned himself into a ghost, and even slaughter all the creatures he has seen.

So this ceremony is usually equipped with a lie-the pain represents the call of the moon god, and the warriors will go to the heavenly kingdom of the moon god to enjoy blessings in the flames.

There was a fire and it was over.

Next, Anton witnessed an ignorant wild wizard who used various crappy methods to replace the potion he prepared little by little, and finally...

Miraculously it worked!

It's outrageous!

Anton smacked his lips and broke away from this memory. How should I put it, although there are too many coincidences that just contributed to the success of this ceremony, it is not possible to repeat it.

But a lot of interesting observations in it really inspired him too much.

"This wizard is simply terrifying!" Scrimgeour said solemnly.

Anton froze for a moment, and opened his mouth.

"He can definitely crank out wizards in batches, I think we need to find him!"

All right, what you say is what it is. Anton thought for a while, but he still closed his mouth. He wanted to point out the mistakes and explain why he succeeded this time. He would definitely talk for a few days and nights.

Think about it or forget it.

In the end, Scrimgeour solemnly put the glass sphere containing the memory into a metal box, and then put it into a magic box.

Anton raised his brows and witnessed the source of the Ministry of Magic box magic. He couldn't help but be more cautious about the box magic he had seen before. authority.

"Anton..."

Scrimgeour was silent for a long time, his voice hesitated.

"You said, if there is another race used as a buffer between Muggles and wizards, and they are gradually exposed in the Muggle world, can we observe the attitude and attitude of Muggles towards this race?" Have more time to think about how to deal with it in the future?"

"thereby……"

"Get some valuable experience?"

Anton frowned, "Director, I must remind you that they are actually wizards, even if their talents are relatively weak and their upper limit is relatively low."

"And their descendants will be more prone to wizards than ordinary Muggles."

"Is that so..." Scrimgeour hesitated, rubbing the magic box in his hand, his expression changing.

Seeing the unwillingness of the boss, Anton hesitated for a moment, but still persuaded, "We can use them to observe and explore a way of getting along with Muggles and wizards. This seems to be a wonderful way."

"But, Director!"

"They are wizards! Such an approach is tantamount to splitting the wizarding community!"

"Those who manipulate the conspiracy will inevitably be backlashed by the conspiracy in the end! Think about a new group of wizards who have no sense of belonging to the wizard group, because the original idea of ​​selfishness of the wizard group is not to choose to accommodate them, but to push them away. To the front line of the war with Muggles, gradually formed in the flames of war..."

Anton sighed, "It's not a wise choice to do so."

He persuaded.

Anton swears, he really persuaded him from the bottom of his heart.

But could he persuade Scrimgeour? Anton didn't know.

even……

How many other people in the wizarding world would have the same idea?

God knows.

He finally understands Dumbledore's helplessness to some extent - watching these idiots step by step towards an irreversible situation, but they are so powerless, it's so frustrating!

Anton shrugged, patted his butt and stood up, "Thank you for sharing the information, it is very useful to me."

Scrimgeour waved his hand casually, and took out a metal cigarette case from his jacket pocket, "I have selfish intentions, I hope that under my influence, you will have more affection for the Auror Office, at least in the future, even if Think a little bit towards the Aurors."

He raised his head and smoked his cigarette, his eyes blurred, "Even a little closer to the Ministry of Magic."

Anton was stunned, "You think highly of me."