Chapter 644 Observation Report

"Don't you guys reveal a word?" Harry said with a grin.

Ron looked at the twins' clothes.

“How much does it cost?”

Fred shook his head as if he was pretending to sigh, pulled out his wand and waved it gently, and three goblets flew over and landed on Harry and the others' hands. Fred and George walked up to them and clinked their glasses, and drank them all, "Then I won't bother you anymore." Fred said.

"Someone kept saying your names." George said with a smile: "Especially the fat professor, who would mention three sentences on average, and we suspect that someone among you secretly laid a curse on him."

The two moved out of the way—"Wait, wait!" Harry shouted, but it was too late.

"Harry, my child!" Professor Slughorn noticed Harry and the other three with sharp eyes. He immediately walked towards them with his big belly bound by a brown vest, and several golden buttons stared at them like biological eyes.

The office was quiet for a few seconds, and various gazes shot from all directions, which was one of the reasons why Harry didn't like this environment. Fortunately, he saw Mrs. Weasley waved happily at them, which made Professor Slughorn not too much effort when he dragged him.

"And you two," Slughorn said to Ron and Hermione as he left, "I talked to your parents for a while - uh - the importance of family education." But instead of bringing Harry to Weasley and the Granger, he bypassed the crowd and joined Amelia Bones' conversation.

He forced Harry to sit between Ernie and Cowmack McLaggan and said with a smile: "Look, you can never find a stronger relationship than the friendship you had established in school." Harry stared at his eyes, his expression stiff.

He didn't know when he would have established a "strong friendship" with Ernie and McLagan.

For the next period of time, Harry remained silent throughout the whole process.

He found that Professor Slughorn revolved most of the topics around Ms. Bones and occasionally paid attention to Sirius. This seemed to coincide with the ideas of the McMillan and McLagans, so Sirius only needed to occasionally echo a few sentences and spend the rest of his time observing his uncomfortable godson.

Ms. Bones's answer was concise and concise. During the whole conversation, she was basically in a state of expressionlessness, but this was more in line with the image of an iron-blooded minister - Azkaban still locked up more than 300 foreign wizards.

From the corner of Harry's eyes, he saw Susan Bones sitting in the corner, gnawing on the apple "crack" and seemingly discovering Harry's gaze. She slipped away quickly and mixed into the crowd.

At this time, Felix and Snape came together.

Neville pulled his father's sleeve, and Frank Longbotton was chatting with the Granger and his wife about the fun of exclusive wands, "Oh--it's so amazing. We have always been curious about whose talent our daughter inherited..."

"What's the matter?"

Neville's father looked up and his expression was first happy. Then when he saw Snape following Felix, the joy on his face quickly became cold. Snape glanced at this side, whispered to Felix, and turned to find Damocles Belby.

Felix joined the conversation with serenely.

On the other side, when Ms. Bones saw him, she responded quickly and walked towards her. At the same time, an old woman jumped out of the corner, her hair was gray and her steps were hurried. The two of them met and stopped each other.

Felix showed a hint of surprise at the right time. Bones quickly weighed the pros and cons in his heart, turned his direction to face the old woman, "Ms. Pinker Stone, we need to talk." The old woman gave her a contemptuous look and left.

"Who is that woman?" Mr. Granger asked curiously.

Felix shook his head, so Mr. Granger continued to tell the story of him getting the exclusive wand. "I also signed up with my wife with a try attitude. The staff told us that we might have to queue up for a long time and pass various reviews... As a result, we received a notice the next day, and the whole process went incredibly smooth."

Felix blinked at Hermione, and Hermione blushed.

"I think no one will refuse to give a favor to the Merlin Medal winner."

Mr. Granger was stunned for a moment.

"Oh, is that?" he suddenly said with some anxiety: "I heard that man has been arrested? We subscribed several magic newspapers to closely monitor the progress of the situation... It is said that the mysterious man - this name is so weird - made a deal with the former guard of Azkaban prison, and used human emotions to exchange for powerful spell casting ability."

"Dad - I said everything, let you pay less attention to "Singing the Contradictory"!" Hermione shouted, her face turned redder.

"But only this newspaper gives an explanation..." Seeing his daughter's face unwillingness, Mr. Granger decisively changed the topic, "Mr. Happ--"

"You can call me Felix."

"...Okay, Felix," he said. "We bought a whole set of magic projectors. I especially like the 'immersive' mode. It's so magical, as if we have become characters in the movie, but when using it, you must lock the doors and windows and hang the 'no-visitor' sign."

"Hermione," said Mrs. Granger on purpose, and she was concerned about other aspects, "Look at your hair-didn't you send home a quick smoothing hair product? And clothes, have you always worn this outfit?"

Hermione screamed in anger and ran away angrily. Mrs. Granger chased after her.

"My daughter—well, she's been stubborn since she was a child," Mr. Granger tried to explain.

“…I can understand.”

On the other hand, Harry and Sirius, who had finally been relieved, were wandering around the venue, with food in their hands.

"That woman is Carlotta Pinkerstone?" Harry asked.

"Yes, a total annoying guy, don't pay attention to her, Harry." Sirius stuffed a strawberry pudding into his mouth and said vaguely: "It's like we don't have enough trouble."

"What's wrong?" Harry asked worriedly, thinking of Sirius' investigation mission, "Is the work going well?"

Sirius sucked his teeth hard.

"So smooth--it's because of this, the problem is big." He looked like a toothache, "A lot of things are on the surface."

"What's that? You don't look like you're fine."

"Well, I just verified someone's theory, in fact - go here, Harry." Sirius raised his head and found that the two of them had reached Felix's side without knowing it. Felix showed his white teeth at him. He hurriedly pulled Harry to turn the direction and continued, "Just like I said, it was just a errand, and it was almost the same to hand over Felix's books."

"However, I've figured out one thing in the past few months."

Sirius became serious: "Muggles are different from wizards. They can derive huge theories through some simple truths, and because there are enough people to fully realize the potential of these theories. They named them 'basic scientific theories'..."

"This means that the speed of Muggle development can be estimated - of course there are exceptions, but roughly this is the case - I can increasingly feel that there is a line in front, and once it crosses this line, it will be difficult for the wizards to keep it secret again."

Harry was in a heavy mood when he heard it. He remembered the speech that Professor Basharat saw him. Did the man, like Professor Heip, expect that the exposure of the wizard was inevitable? However, Grindelwald finally chose to start a war and try to enslave the Muggles.

He described Professor Basharat's point of view to Sirius in obscurity. Sirius stopped chewing and looked at Harry thoughtfully.

"I don't know what Dumbledore was thinking, but since he chose Mr. Basharat as the professor in the Dark Magic Defense class, it means he also realized the problem. Do you think that professor is hostile to Muggles?"

"Neither," Harry said, scabbling his stomach to find the exact word, "I guess he should think that the wizard and the Muggle are two groups, and once the wizard is exposed to the outside world - you know, there may be a conflict -" He suddenly breathed.

He thought of war.

Sirius captured the anxious expression on his face, as if he guessed what Harry was thinking, so he said seriously.

"Don't worry, the problem is not big. I agree with Felix. We have at least decades to prepare for - don't forget that the Minister of Magic has actually been in contact with Prime Minister Muggles and is not completely closed."

He suddenly lowered his voice and Harry leaned closer to hear it more clearly.

"Frankly, I admire Felix a little—but don't tell him, so as not to be proud of him—because he pointed out the problem, and because he did those things quietly, laying the foundation for us...Amelia already had a general idea."

"What's the way?" Harry asked with his breath, his eyes following the godfather looking at Professor Hepp in the crowd.

"Gradually increase the connection between the two sides." Sirius said, picking up a piece of rib. "The squin problem is a good entry point. Now with the exclusive wand, the number of squins that can cast spells will definitely increase in the future - we have not yet let go, but there is a trend - conservative estimate is that there are more and more squins nationwide, because squins also have descendants."

"Amelia is going to wait for the situation to stabilize in two years, and use this matter as an excuse to secretly discuss with the Muggle government the establishment of a special department to keep it secret from ordinary people."

"Why keep it secret from ordinary people?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Go step by step," Sirius shrugged, "In fact, cooperation means that more government workers will know the existence of the wizard. First, tear a hole open, and both sides send people to jointly manage the magic incidents that occurred in the Muggle community. After persisting for some years, the two sides have a foundation of mutual trust, and then release the wind little by little..."

Harry swallowed.

"Although I'm talking about it simply, it's very cumbersome to do, and there are various details to be sorted out. For example, we are still in a blank state in the relevant laws, and both parties need to make concessions. It's a headache to think about it."

It's enough to have these. Although he didn't know the full picture of the plan, Harry's tense mood had relaxed. Just now he felt that conflict was inevitable, but things turned around a few minutes later. For a moment, Harry felt that he didn't know anything.

"You are still in school," Sirius smiled understandingly. "A lot of knowledge can't be learned on campus. I strongly recommend that you travel for a year or two after graduation, and then enter the Ministry of Magic to serve as Auror."

Harry lowered his head and remained silent, as if thinking about the feasibility of the plan.

"What if conflict is inevitable?" He blurted out, Sirius looked at him in surprise, and Harry whispered: "I mean, we are all thinking about the better now, right? If there is an accident, such as the Muggle government does not recognize the status of the Ministry of Magic-"

"They have to admit it," Sirius said lightly: "Do you think the Ministry of Magic is just protecting the wizards from being discovered? Who is suppressing the power of the black wizards? Who is restraining the dark creatures from being out to harm people? The Ministry of Magic can hide it at any time, or even withdraw from Britain, and then? This will become a paradise for the black wizards. You don't think the black wizards will be stupid enough to compete with the Muggle army head-on, right?"

After a while of silence, Harry opened his mouth several times, and he could not imagine what consequences would be for this situation.

"Please say something happy," Sirius suddenly said excitedly: "How is your Animagus studying? I heard that more than 20 students have achieved excellent results in the O.W.Ls exam?"

Harry laughed, too.

"Yes, you have a great talent to be a teacher. But - well, we're stuck at the first step, and even Hermione can't come up with a complete solution."

A smile flashed across Sirius's face and he suddenly made a face at Harry.

"To be honest," he said with a straight face, "do you think we elders are pretty trash?"

"How is it possible-" Harry quickly denied.

"What made you illusion that Animagus was easy? It took James and I almost three years to do this, and we also rely on a little luck. We didn't know if we did it again." Sirius said angrily: "It would be great if you could finish it before graduation."

Harry was stunned.

"But you're not talking about Animagus's achievements in transfiguration-"

Sirius grinned and shook his eyes at him, which reminded Harry of the way Fred and George had succeeded in the prank. "Actually, I didn't lie. If you really succeeded in one go, you really don't have to worry about the results of the Transformation Class..."

The atmosphere in Slughorn's office was in a state of joy, and a fierce quarrel had just ended in the bathroom not far away.

Ms. Bones came out in anger, and she was in vain. Pinker Stone was too hostile to the Ministry of Magic. No matter what she said, Pinker Stone thought she was cheating on her, and her only purpose was to stabilize her and wait for her to die naturally.

Bones took a few deep breaths to calm his emotions, then turned around and walked towards the banquet. After a while, Carlotta Pinkerson also appeared, his face gloomy.

"You guys are arguing fiercely, Carlotta." A voice said, and Pinkstone suddenly turned around. She hesitated at first, then stared deeply at the pair of silver-blue and alien pupils and opened her mouth.

"Ge, Green—"

"Shh." The man raised his index finger and pressed it on his lips and said softly. Pinkstone immediately calmed down, his pale face turned red with excitement, and his speech became stuttering, "Really, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"But I've been waiting for you. From the first time I heard your name, I had a premonition: the little British girl who came to me alone half a century ago would appear in an incredible way. You have a hard time, but you're willing to do it, are you?"

"Yes, yes, I just hate that my claim has not been fulfilled." She looked at Grindelwald with anticipation, "Do you want to do something this time?"

"But - Carlotta - there are minor differences in our ideas."

"That's right, but-"

"Can I trust you?"

"Of course! What do you need me to do?"

A moment of silence.
Chapter completed!