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Chapter 92 Treat the mouth first to cure the disease
Chapter 92 Treat the mouth first to cure the disease
"Massacre discovered in the Great Lakes region?"
The three of them carefully read the Daily Prophet's report on the matter and realized that it had happened a few days ago.
It was only now that the Magical Congress in the Americas could no longer keep the matter hidden and allowed it to be exposed.
A wizard from England went to chat with his wizard friends in the Great Lakes region, only to discover that there had been heavy casualties there.
The British wizard also claimed to have been threatened by the Magical Congress of America, which ordered him not to disclose the matter.
Upon returning to the British Isles, the wizard immediately went to the Daily Prophet and angrily commented in it: "Is it right to treat the mouth first when it comes to a matter or ailment?"
"Does sewing everyone's mouths shut make what has already happened disappear?"
"Does forbidding wizards from making a sound solve the problem?"
Furthermore, he claimed that in order to leave the Magic Council, he had to sign a contract that prevented him from directly revealing the specific addresses of the wizarding communities that suffered the massacre! He could only vaguely refer to the Great Lakes region!
The indignant wizard concluded his Daily Prophet article by stating that if the Magical Congress were to prosecute him for this, he would not back down and would fight this despicable act to the very end!
Even today, the Daily Prophet reports almost entirely on the massacre in the Great Lakes wizarding community.
The three of them stared at the screen projected by the communicator, reading word by word, their hearts burning with rage: the actions of both the perpetrators and the Magic Congress were extremely heinous.
"This is how the Magical Congress operates? I don't think our Ministry of Magic would ever do something like this." Fred, his eyebrows furrowed, felt the air in England was sweeter than in America.
"No, Fred, you're wrong. Believe me, Fudge wouldn't do something like this, covering it up." Vio, who knew about the Ministry of Magic, laughed: "You wouldn't believe it, most of the Ministry's official staff can't even cast a complete Ironclad Charm."
"That can't be right!" The Weasley twins stared wide-eyed.
"Why is it impossible? Apart from a few key department heads, managers, and supervisors, the vast majority of Ministry of Magic employees are just ordinary people who can use magic." Vio shook his head, whether out of dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic's entry-level examination process or disdain for these employees' aversion to magic.
"Even Hermione in the club now probably has a better grasp of spells than many Ministry of Magic employees," he said.
The Weasley twins dared not listen, nor could they imagine, that the Ministry of Magic had rotted to such an extent!
It hasn't been that long since the Voldemort uprising, has it?
Are they already at peace, with weapons sheathed and armor stored away?
"The Ministry of Magic—sigh—, so none of us are really interested. Maybe only Percy is somewhat interested in the Ministry of Magic." Vio thought it was good that the only official-minded person in the Adventurers' Club didn't work for the Ministry of Magic, after all, it wouldn't be good if all the team members didn't work for the Ministry of Magic.
Alvin and others were already in the Ministry of Magic. Now that the Tower of Fantasy has been established, he can be certain that the members of the Adventurers' Club will all come here to register after graduation, and some may even be recruited by Ryan before they even graduate.
With Percy at the Ministry of Magic at this time, it was a great help. Vio couldn't help but think that perhaps it was because of this that such a shrewd person as Percy was willing to join the Adventurers' Club.
"Why doesn't Ryan want to go to the Ministry of Magic?" George asked.
"I once thought he was the only candidate for Minister of Magic," Fred said.
"Well, everyone has different ideas after all. Ryan doesn't like it, so he's not going." Vio recalled that the two of them had talked about this before: "Ryan's idea is that fists are power and force is reason."
Fred: "Sounds a bit like Voldemort's magic is might!"
George: "It's really scary."
"Although they are on different paths, people like them always have something in common, just like the saying 'for the greater good'—" Vio said, using words the Weasley twins didn't quite understand, then turned off his communicator and continued to study and imagine what businesses the communicator could develop and how to achieve Ryan's ideal blueprint.
George and Fred were muttering to themselves, "For the greater good—? That sounds familiar."
"Should we go home and ask?"
"I'll try asking at the Adventurers' Club next time; I might not get an answer if I ask at home."
Vio, who was carefully studying the alchemy device, looked up and said, "George Fred, you two demonstrate the operation process so I can learn."
"They're here, they're here."
Nicolas Flamel's cottage.
"I can stay here in solitary confinement and study, but don't you need to go back to Hogwarts, Headmaster?" Ryan poked his head out from the mountain of books and saw that Dumbledore was still chatting and laughing with Nicolas Flamel.
He was unhappy at the time, feeling that the principal was neglecting his duties and should resign as soon as possible.
"Hogwarts is a school with motivated students, a strong academic atmosphere, and a well-equipped and dedicated teaching staff," Dumbledore said.
In other words, it doesn't matter whether there's a principal or not. As long as there are responsible professors, it doesn't matter if the principal neglects his duties. Ryan thinks Dumbledore simply doesn't want to go back to work.
Just then, an owl, specially authorized by the Lemaître family, delivered a newspaper on time. It was the Gargoyle Roar, a popular publication in the French magical world, and its status was equivalent to the Daily Prophet in the British magical world.
The Gargoyle's Roar not only reprinted the Daily Prophet's article, but also offered sharp criticism of the Magic Congress's actions.
Dumbledore and Nicolas Flamel exchanged a glance: "The Holocaust?"
"It's hard to say. The situation is unclear at the moment."
"My personal suggestion is to write a letter in your names to question the American Magical Congress." Ryan pulled himself out of the pile of books, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, and said while reading the newspaper, "I also feel it might be related to the prophecy, but there's nothing of any useful value in the current official reports."
"Look at the tone of the Magic Congress. They think they can just sew people's mouths shut and be done with it! Why don't they just have all the people who know the truth shot?"
Complaints and opinions indicate that the work is not yet up to par.
"The moment you hear a sharp opinion, you have to investigate, dig deep, file a case, and suppress it! This kind of approach is actually a sign of weakness, a sign of neurasthenia!" Ryan blurted out a genuine Little Red Book quote, the very original and wholesome one.
"I need to ask some friends. I can't believe the Magical Congress has fallen to this state in just a few decades." Dumbledore put down his newspaper.
"Excuse my bluntness, Headmaster. Back then, the Magical Congress wasn't exactly an impregnable, shrewd, and capable department. Otherwise, Mr. Graves, who wanted to execute Newt, wouldn't have been so successful back then." Ryan pinpointed the flaw precisely.