Chapter 627: Fanatics of King Weasley

The newspapers said that those wizards in such a harsh environment deep in the North Pole, how miserable are they?

While the flames were steaming, a polar bear was strung on the shelf, making the sound of fat jumping. A middle-aged witch tapped lightly with a magic wand, and pieces of bear meat fell down and piled up on the plate. .

Another wizard carefully counted the seeds in the bag, picked out a few, and placed them lightly on the ice, mumbling something in his mouth. Soon, a touch of emerald green slowly stretched his body from the gap in the ice and snow .

It's as if the breath of life underground in this pure daytime is spreading and growing vigorously in the endless ice layer.

In the end, the lettuces were picked one by one, and someone gently tore off the leaves of these delicate vegetables and put them on a plate.

Then serve it to the person next to you.

The bear's bone internal organs and lettuce roots were thrown into a cave dug deep in the ice, exuding a rancid smell in the sun, and amidst the corruption, vines spread, and strangely grew out of the snow. watermelon.

These watermelons became huge under the influence of the spell, which was as big as a domestic pig. Peeling one open, waving a magic wand, and using the 'happy juice charm' said to be invented by Anthony Weasley, it didn't take long Cups of greasy juice were placed on the table.

Sliced ​​meat, lettuce, and a glass of fruit juice is the food of these poor souls.

Wizards know how to have fun while suffering. At first, some people imitated the Eskimos and made ice caves. Later, they didn’t know who was bored and built a house.

From then on, these wizards seemed to have found some fun. One house was more beautiful than the other, and some even built a temple. Under the high vault, the statue of King Weasley looked very majestic.

This is the most important thing for these idle fanatics in a day. After praying, a plate of barbecue, a plate of lettuce, and a glass of juice are offered, and the only meal of the day begins.

There are even some wizards who are born in alchemy, combined with those who are powerful in transfiguration, and made some interesting wizard chess.

It's too boring here, and the nights are too long.

It wasn't long before the first pregnant woman appeared in the community of interesting igloos.

If it weren't for a huge ship appearing on the sea level, with the British Ministry of Magic chess pieces hanging on it, maybe the first Arctic born in the North Pole would be born here.

It's not that these people didn't want to leave this difficult environment. When the big white bears with antlers turned back into the familiar black wizards, they found that almost all of these bear-turning wizards were carrying magic wands.

A wizard with a wand and a wizard without a wand are two different concepts.

It's just that that nasty Scrimgeour was staring at them closely. If he left here, he might be arrested and sent to the even more terrifying Azkaban Prison in a short time.

At least, this place is much better than Azkaban.

"Those bloody Aurors are at it again!"

Following the roar of the wizards staring at the sea level, these black wizards skillfully released counter-spells to destroy the igloo, turning the plates, seats, etc. back into ice and snow, covering the uneaten bear meat and watermelon.

Then he quickly put on a white wizard robe made of bear skin, and disappeared into the vast expanse of snow.

Boom~

The ramming horns of the strangely huge sailing ship carved with fire dragons easily tore through the ice layer, crushing all previous traces under the hull.

The wooden fire dragon stretched out its huge wings, danced slightly, bent backwards, and turned into a staircase between the deck and the ice.

Minister of Magic Fudge walked in the front, followed by Undersecretary Umbridge, Director of the 'Animagus Research and Training Office' Anthony Weasley, Director of the Auror Office Scrimgeour, and two Auror combat teams .

Accompanied by "Prophet Today" special correspondent Rita Skeeter and a bearded photographer.

They will record this touching scene.

After half a year, the voice of the folk wizards finally got the attention of the Ministry of Magic. In addition, Director Weasley ran around and tried his best to lobby, and finally moved the Minister of Magic, Fudge, and agreed to use the pardon privilege in his hand to let these poor wizards leave. This white hell.

"No matter what you see later, make those damn dark wizards look pitiful." Rita looked around with a lady's cigarette dangling from her mouth, but it was a pity that there was nothing to see.

"Ah?" The photographer was stunned for a moment, "How can they live well in such a terrible place, and they will look pitiful if they take pictures casually."

Rita exhaled slowly, put one hand under her chest to support the elbow of the hand that clamped eyes, shook her head slightly, and sneered, "That's true, but they all It's a wizard, and it's a terrible dark wizard, do you think it will be really difficult?"

"Even if there's no way to go back to wizarding society, and occasionally apparate back to get something, such as the damn bag for illegally casting the Untraceable Stretching Charm, they can even eat steak every day!"

Rita turned her head and glanced at the bearded photographer, "We're wizards, how can we live in such a miserable life, don't just believe it, show us some media skills."

The photographer shrugged, "Okay, you say yes."

Fudge didn't need to look around for those dark wizards. Aurors conjured up a high platform for speeches on the ice. He walked up slowly and pressed his wand against his throat, "The voice is loud!"

Then, he began to talk about how the magic department dealt with these escaped prisoners, and his voice drifted around under the influence of the spell.

Fudge hoped that these people would cherish this opportunity and reform themselves.

Gradually, dark wizards in bearskin wizard robes came out one by one, staring blankly at the Minister of Magic on the podium and the big ship behind him.

as well as……

King Weasley was smiling at them from the corner.

Everyone was stunned, they didn't cheer as Fudge imagined, they just stared blankly at each other, some even sobbed softly.

"We obviously have a good life here, and we can continue to live, and even build a village here, but I don't know why I know I can go back, so I can't help but want to cry."

The leader of the dark wizard, Amy Miller, sighed with red eyes, and patted the crying old witch on the shoulder, "Maybe we still can't do without human society after all."

(The introduction of this black wizard leader is in chapters 482 and 507)

Amy gestured to a few dark wizards who turned out to be big white bears with antlers, and told them to be careful that this was a trick of the Ministry of Magic before showing up. Now that King Weasley is also present, instead of worrying about what these people will do, It will affect King Weasley's plans in the Ministry of Magic.

Yes, she firmly believed that the great King Weasley must have had his own motives for becoming an Auror.

At the same time, several people who were promoted by her to organize everyone were softly comforting everyone, "Don't call out King Weasley's name, it's not appropriate at this time, be quiet!"

In this way, under the guidance of Auror, the dark wizards walked to the side of the big ship, and took the wand that had been taken away due to imprisonment from King Weasley.

Silently, they walked into the cabin of the big ship one by one, helping each other.

"Damn, why do they all look rosy!" Rita controlled the quill to record these "poor people" eating snow on this barren land, their lips were split, and they even became inhuman due to lack of nutrition. Case.

She directed the photographer to take pictures of their backs, "Did you see that crying and trembling old witch? Take a picture of her back, oh, this angle is good, it finally looks a little pitiful."

In this way, in silence, the journey of "taking the poor man home" ended.

Fudge was very satisfied with the stalwart image captured by the photographer. With a big wave of his hand, the wooden fire dragon sculpture on the big ship suddenly flapped its wings, creating a huge wind and waves.

In an instant, the big ship jumped up from the sea and flew staggeringly into the clouds and mist in the sky.

Finally, they landed on the top of the high-rise building of the Ministry of Magic in London. After disembarking, they appeared in the main hall on the eighth basement floor of the Ministry of Magic following strange twists and turns.

Here, all kinds of strange non-governmental organizations waved chess pieces and waited. Seeing these people who were rescued by the Ministry of Magic, they erupted into crazy cries.

Oh~

The dark wizards can't stand this, even if they don't run to the North Pole, they are always used to hiding in the dark corners of the world.

Seeing the cowering 'poor people', some leaders of non-governmental organizations were even moved to tears.

"You guys are the best!" she cried, waving the flag desperately.

As a result, people of all colors also shouted, and the voices gathered into an ocean, and finally dispersed after Fudge's speech.

All this seems to be a silent farce, Anton watched all this silently, look, this is the reason why he has not been able to integrate into the wizarding world.

So fucking fucked up.

Without Fudge, he would have no idea, how could he easily turn a group of escaped dark wizards into employees of the Ministry of Magic.

It even added the title of "reform and serve the wizarding world". The positions of Ministry of Magic employees are so secure that there is no worry that someone will fire them.

Much better than the average Ministry employee.

It's outrageous!

Everyone is going through a carnival. After the carnival, those "poor people" on the stage will be ignored. Everyone in the audience will go back to their homes and find their mothers.

A group of dark wizards stood at a loss in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, a little afraid of this place that they never dared to approach in the past.

"First of all, congratulations to you, your charges have been cleared, and now you are a member of my office and officially a staff member of the Ministry of Magic."

Anton stared at them, some he didn't know, and some he had intersected in the past, such as those black wizards who were going to hunt huge mandrakes, and he turned them into great white bears with antlers.

Especially the lead Witch Hearst and Wizard Keaton.

(see Chapter 472 for details)

These people declared their loyalty to him, voluntarily walked into the flames, turned into great pyrenes with antlers, and searched for themselves in the arctic environment.

Anton didn't know when these people broke away from the antlers of the great white bear and became wizards again. He had been immersed in the field of magic research and didn't pay too much attention to these people.

But at this moment, seeing countless fanatic eyes looking at him, he had to say something.

"But don't think that you are not black wizards after you have been whitewashed. Even because you have become employees of the Ministry of Magic, more eyes will be focused on you. Put away your dark wizard tricks!"

Anton stared at these people, "I think I told some of you about my request."

"Yes, my king!" A majestic long-legged sister Yu slowly walked out of the crowd, looking at Anton's figure with rippling eyes. This person is Hester Witch, bending over to salute, "I always remember, you said, morality with a bottom line, respect for rules, and loyalty!"

"King Weasley!" A muscular man with a bald head came out, and he was set off like a mountain sculpture by a huge bear-haired wizard robe. This man was Wizard Keaton, "We always remember!"

Then the leader who has been standing in the crowd, the black widow Amy Miller also walked out of the crowd, "I heard your request from the antler white bear wizard, and I have told every believer and made it into a proverb. prayer."

Anton froze for a moment, praying? What the hell?

okay~

In fact, he couldn't understand that these people became his followers because of Mao. He was actually more worried that he would be dragged down by these dark wizards who came from the dark side of the wizarding world.

"I hope you will remember what you said!"

Facing the fanatics with fiery eyes, Anton seemed a little unreasonable, but it made these black wizards even more excited, and they all expressed their loyalty.

"You will have three days of vacation to deal with your own affairs. After three days, I will still be here, and I will take you to the residence of our 'Animagus Research and Training Office' in Hogsmeade Village."

The crowd was in an uproar, Hogsmeade!

This place has always been a forbidden area for dark wizards. There are too many magic school professors, students, officials of the Ministry of Magic, and powerful wizards in the wizarding world active there. No dark wizard dares to approach it.

"I hope you don't let me down." Anton took a deep look at them, "Go, I've been in the North Pole for half a year, three days of vacation, what should I do, there must be family members I want to see, and I want to deal with it matter."

Three days later, after dealing with these, it happened to be the start of school.

Yes, Anton still chose to be a student honestly, follow Professor Snape's advice, study hard, and lay a solid foundation.

In the distance, countless eyes watched them quietly, some were thoughtful, some were eager to try to join Anton's office for a better job, some were malicious, and some were waiting to watch the show.

Apparently, for a student of a magic school to become the director of the Ministry of Magic, those bad reactions were all blocked by Fudge.

Anton felt the various 'emotions' emanating from the distance, and then looked at the dark wizards exuding a 'pious' will in front of him, how could he not be satisfied.

Feeling 'emotion' and 'will' is the talent of a wizard who is a master of spells on the soul side. The effect is like the 'Inspiriting' spell for 'thinking and memory'.

Wizards, sometimes, really aren't human anymore.

Similar to gods.

With the habitual imagination in his mind, Anton finally showed a smile on his stern face, and encouraged him, "Work hard and live well, you won't have to live on the edge of the world in the future, congratulations."

"Woooooo..." Hearing this, Witch Hester knelt down, and was so moved that she cried on the ground, her tears fell into the tall collar of the wizard's robe, sliding and trembling.

Anton grinned, oh my god, what the hell!

sigh!

Sometimes I really don't understand these people...

"Let's go, let's go~"

So, every black wizard stepped forward to salute and left slowly.

Seeing how solemn they were, Anton had no choice but to nod one by one. Anyway, these people can be regarded as his base.