Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 71 Strange Laws

"Actually, there are goblins in Muggle gardens, too," Ron said, burying his head and rummaging through the peony flowers. Then he grabbed something and yanked it out, "Look, it's this one, like little Santa Claus, chubby, and carrying a fishing rod."

George covered his forehead, how much Ron hated Santa Claus! Not only are goblins not at all like Santa, they're not even very human. They are bald and round, like a huge pebble, and can only be regarded as humanoid creatures, but their facial features are not particularly disordered, and they are much better-looking than house elves.

"You need to do this!" Ron gave a demonstration. He held the goblin's ankle upside down, lifted the goblin above his head, waved his arms in a big circle, and finally slammed it forward, and the goblin flew far away. With a plop, it landed on the ground behind the hedge, "It won't hurt them, it can make them dizzy, and then they can't find their original hole."

"You suck, I can throw that stump." Fred looked at Ron with contempt, and threw a goblin over the stump.

Harry tried to grab a goblin, but was accidentally bitten by the goblin's sharp teeth, he became a little cautious, and turned his head to see what George did.

"You're cheating." Ron also saw George's way of dealing with goblins.

George took out his wand and waved it gently, without chanting. Goblin after goblin floated around on the ground. They floated high, and were blown high and far in mid-air by a whirlwind. Compared with the distance that Ron and Fred threw out with their hands, it was much farther and much more efficient.

"Wizards have to use wizards' methods." George said disapprovingly. If he wanted to exercise, he had enough exercise plans. He'll add gravity to himself, and then do a full range of workouts. Of course, these ordinary household chores are still used to exercise magic control. Otherwise, a wizard in peacetime would not have so much time to train and fight.

As for the ban on minors? Like Ron's father's, "The Division Against Misuse of Muggle Objects". How many people will there be in the "Ministry of Misuse of Magic"? George remembered whether it was one or two.

When it comes to the legal provisions of the magic world, George can find a lot of loopholes when he picks up a legal provision. You can't really expect a small group of supernatural powers to have such perfect laws unless they use Veritaserum on everything. After reading several law books, George already knew most of the ways to circumvent the ban.

"You're right." Fred threw the goblin in his hand far away and said with a gloomy expression.

With the "cheating" of George's magic, it didn't take long for the goblins to be cleaned up.

"I wonder if they can still be found here?" Ron looked at the goblins who were blown away by the whirlwind and almost invisible, and said uncertainly, "They would always come back before, because my father was very tolerant towards them. , and even find them interesting, they'd be hard-pressed to find a better place than here."

As Ron was talking, there was a bang from the door.

"Dad is back." Fred said happily, walking towards the house across the garden.

As soon as everyone entered, they found Mr. Weasley slumped on the kitchen chair with a pair of glasses on the table in front of him. With his eyes closed, he was tall and thin, with a bald head, and his little hair was the same red as his children. A green robe was wrinkled, and the whole person looked very tired.

"I'm really exhausted." He reached out and grabbed the teapot, ignoring everyone who came in, "I checked nine houses in one night, and this old guy Mundungus Fletcher almost gave me one when I turned around. The curse..."

Mr. Weasley drank the tea from the teapot in one gulp, and then heaved a long sigh of relief.

"Did you find anything? Dad?" Fred looked very curious.

"It's just a few keys with Shrinking Charms, and a water bottle that bites." Mr. Weasley yawned listlessly, "and some troublesome things, like some weird ferrets, but thank goodness that Out of our control. They've been sent to the Spell Lab and need to be checked to make sure..."

"Why did they put a Shrinking Charm on the key?" Ron didn't understand why.

"Just to make fun of Muggles." Mr. Weasley's voice was contemptuous. "They sell Muggle keys, and the Shrinking Charm will make the keys smaller, so that when you use them, you can't find them suddenly."

"It's incomprehensible to the Muggles, they can't admit, they can't accept that their key is shrunken by magic. They just insist that the key is lost. They're forever blind to the magic at hand, but we are true The magic was cast, you couldn't believe it..."

"Like a car, right?" Mrs. Weasley came in, holding a poker in her hand, smoking from the stove she had just come over.

Mr. Weasley opened his mouth wide, his words seemed to be stuck in his neck, his eyes were erratic, he looked at his wife with a guilty conscience, not knowing what she had found, "Automobile, dear, what did you say? ?"

"Yes, Arthur, the car." Mrs. Weasley's eyes lit up and her voice became very low. "Just think about a wizard buying back an old rusty car. He told his wife that he just Wanted to learn about Muggle stuff, to work on it, to see the insides. Then he used magic to transform it into a magical flying car."

"Oh dear, don't worry, I don't think you know, he's not breaking the law. Of course he probably should have told his wife beforehand. There's a loophole in the law, the fact that as long as he doesn't fly with it, the car will It's not illegal to fly." Mr. Weasley explained hurriedly.

"Arthur Weasley, you deliberately left loopholes when you wrote the law!" yelled Mrs Weasley, "just to get yourself tinkering with all that Muggle stuff in the shed? Tell you. , Harry came this morning in your magic car that wasn't meant to fly."

George put his hand on his forehead and was speechless, "No wonder there are so many loopholes in the laws of the magic world. It turns out that these laws were handwritten by employees. Every employee has left a lot of backdoors for himself. This magic world has a lot of loopholes. Can the law not be riddled with holes?"

Although the real world does the same, and the people who make the law always leave loopholes for themselves, but the real world is not a department with only one or two people. The entire law is handed over to one or two people to formulate. Under the constraints of selfishness and level, the legal provisions of the magic world leak almost as much as a sieve.

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