novelhk Chapter 145 Gale's Laughter
Chapter 145 Gale's Laughter
Chapter 145 Gale's Laughter
"I apologize for disturbing you all. We discovered someone using magic in public, therefore... it is our duty."
The head of the French Auerault office, steeling himself, said that it was his duty and he had to step forward.
Of course, if any of the bigwigs in front of him coughed even once, he would turn his wand around and charge at the Minister of Magic.
He can still tell which is more important and which is less important.
He noticed that everyone's eyes were on a witch, a witch who looked like an Auror.
Help! Who brought this guy out here?! Such obvious Auror habits! Is he never on missions? Doesn't he know how to alert the enemy?
He only glanced at it, but he felt like he was going blind. What kind of incompetent instructor could have produced such a student!
Julia couldn't hold back anymore; she wished she could bury her head in her chest.
First, when Dumbledore's men appeared, she immediately said, "Mr. Percival."
This caused the old man named Gale to burst into triumphant laughter, a laugh that sounded like he had finally defeated his nemesis after decades, or like a lottery ticket he bought years ago that he could now claim as a prize, and a grand prize of the grand prize.
Meanwhile, Nicolas Flamel, a figure from legend, smiled knowingly and looked at Dumbledore with a teasing expression.
Not quite understanding, Julia added, "Old Mr. Percival—isn't it Percival?"
How to describe the atmosphere that followed?
At least Ryan wisely lowered his head.
Seeing Ryan lower his head, Larvin also quickly lowered his head.
Until all the young people lowered their heads and began to examine the uneaten baked snails on their plates.
Ah!
This snail is so tiny!
How can this snail be so snail-like!
Julia realized she had said something inappropriate again, and then silently shut her mouth, falling into a state of isolation.
She found that ever since she ran away from home, she had become prone to causing trouble—
But now everyone was looking at her again. Her face was flushed, and she kept telling herself to just bear with it, to just bear with it.
Then she pointed to the corner of the room, where the werewolf was still tightly bound, and squeezed out a sentence from her throat: "A werewolf saw that I was an Auror. He was very afraid, so he attacked me, and we had no choice but to fight."
"That is indeed what happened. Mr. Auror, I am Larvin from the British Ministry of Magic. My classmates and I used the Oblivion Charm to clean up the scene after the incident."
"However, Muggles' current level of technology has extended to the field of electronic information. They save photos in cameras and discuss them online, which we cannot interfere with."
Seeing that the strange atmosphere had passed, Larvin mustered up his courage and spoke.
"Huh?" The middle-aged Auror office manager asked in surprise. He could understand the English that Larvin was speaking, but he didn't understand what it meant when put together.
What is the field of electronic information? What is online discussion?
"Mr. Larvin, I don't understand." He frowned, but didn't want to understand these things, because he was over forty and long past the age of being curious about new things: "I just want to know how this matter should be handled?"
"You don't need to handle this; just report the facts to your minister." A light, airy voice came from behind.
Nicolas Flamel spoke.
The Auror office manager then respectfully lowered his head: "Your will. Is there anything else I need to do?"
"Take this werewolf with you when you leave. Don't pursue charges against him for violating the secrecy law, but past mistakes are past mistakes. Understand?"
"Understood."
The two of them made the arrangements for this matter very clear during their conversation.
Nava, the only outsider, roughly accepted and understood what it meant for a powerful wizard to have a social status far exceeding official rank and power after being subjected to a powerful blow to his worldview.
Wizards are different from ordinary people. She repeatedly emphasized to herself that ordinary people, even if they have knowledge, will not gain power and will still be controlled by those in power; but wizards, with knowledge, have power, and if they say they will beat you today, they will not delay until tomorrow.
"What brings you all this way from England?" Larvin asked the familiar-looking Aurors, his colleagues whom he often encountered at the Ministry of Magic.
The leader was in a dilemma, because the scene was quite obvious: Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel were sitting behind Lalvin! And Lane Welsh was also there!
The leading Auror understood; this was precisely the source of Fudge's confidence in organizing Lalvin's forces!
Such a prestigious lineup, if it were said to be at the request of Minister Fudge to invite Larvin and others back for a talk...
That would be too inappropriate; you might be transformed into a small animal the next second because you stepped through the door with your left foot first.
Having spent years working in the Ministry of Magic, they were all seasoned veterans who knew what to do with what: "It's like this, Fudge was furious after reading your letters, and he was in a fit of impotent rage."
"When a leader is incompetent and furious, we errand runners are doomed. At his request, we had no choice but to cross the border to find you. He claimed he wanted to invite you back for a chat. That's what he said."
After saying that, he helplessly shrugged, his whole being screaming: I'm just an employee, I do whatever the boss tells me to do.
Don't let your battles between the masters affect me.
"Well, thank you for your hard work. Fudge didn't mention a time, did he?" Larvin naturally wouldn't make things difficult for those who ran errands. These people were just doing their job. You could say that the Ministry of Magic could lose one or two Fudges, but it couldn't lose these people.
"No time was mentioned."
"That's good," Larvin said, then showed no sign of leaving.
Fine, if we're not going to set off, then we're not going to set off. They're all big shots, we can't afford to offend them—the Aurors who came to report the information were planning to head back home, because while Ralvin could disregard Fudge's words, they couldn't disregard their leader's words.
"Brothers, you've come all this way, you must be tired. Why don't you stay and have something to eat with us?"
At that moment, Ryan called out to them.
"Ah, no trouble at all." The English Aurors were somewhat pleased, after all, this was the renowned wizarding world's Ryan Wells, the greatest prophet of the century, and a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Second Class. It was an honor to be invited to dinner by such a high-society figure.
"Since you're here, have a seat." Ryan didn't give them the right to refuse. He turned his palm up and curled his fingers one by one. The Aurors from France and England felt a powerful suction pulling them into the room. Faced with this attraction, they could do nothing but watch themselves land on the high-backed chairs.
As they were moved from the doorway to the seats, the room visibly expanded, and the tables and chairs visibly deformed.
Finally, the place was transformed into a magnificent palace, and the ordinary dining table was replaced by a long table with exquisite tableware and ornate carvings.
"Seamless Stretching Spell!" Someone looked at all this in surprise.
The surprise stemmed mainly from the fact that the unreported, seamless stretching spell seemed rather illogical, especially since these people were all Aurors.
"How could that be? I remember when I first went to Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration Club, I told her that Transfiguration is a field for geniuses. Because the object of transformation is not fixed; it can be an entity with a specific shape or a space."
Ryan clapped his hands, dismissing the Aurors' speculation: "It's just a Transfiguration."
A soft round of applause rang out.
"Well done. It's clear that your magical growth period has brought you a qualitative leap." After entering the room, Dumbledore finally found a topic to discuss as a teacher.