Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

Noticing where Mike's line of sight fell, Abbott explained:

"This is the Fountain of Magic Brothers, which symbolizes the friendship between wizards and intelligent and magical creatures such as centaurs."

Mike noticed that Abbott's tone was somewhat ironic when he said this, and he understood what he meant.

On the surface this fountain is the Brother Fountain, but in fact it should be called the 'Fake Fountain'.

In the real world, centaurs and goblins do not worship human wizards at all, and some only have endless hatred. The same majority of wizards treated these magical creatures with wisdom without the slightest respect, but continued to discriminate against them, treating them as beasts.

Mike was deeply touched by this, and the group of centaurs living in the Forbidden Forest were full of hatred for humans. In fact, the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest had much better living conditions than the centaurs outside. The wizards would beat and scold these magical creatures if they were slightly unhappy, and they would kill them on the spot if they dared to resist.

Due to the existence of wizards' unlimited defense rights against magical creatures, the protection law of magical creatures is basically useless, and wizards can wantonly slaughter these magical creatures with just a little excuse.

The magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest generally have no such concerns, after all, they are covered by Dumbledore.

In fact, they have been bred in the Forbidden Forest for several generations, and it was not until the arrival of Mike that they finally recalled the horrors once dominated by humans.

Mike and Abbott walked to the security checkpoint deep in the main hall. Anyone who came to the Ministry of Magic had to go through the security checkpoint at that checkpoint, otherwise they would not be able to enter the office area inside the Ministry of Magic.

When passing by the Magic Brothers Fountain, Mike found that the bottom of the fountain's pool was full of copper nut and silver siko, most of which were copper coins, with only a small amount of silver coins mixed in, but strangely, Mike was not there. Gold Galleons were found inside.

The coins gleamed in the bright light of the main hall, and at the edge of the pool was a sign that read in English:

'All proceeds from the Fountain of Magic Brothers are donated to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. ’

Abbott threw a gold Galleon in, and Mike pouted when he saw it, and walked directly to the security checkpoint, and threw a gold Galleon in without imitating About.

He has seen enough donation activities like this in his previous life. Most of the money collected from such activities will fall into the pockets of relevant personnel, and only a very small part will actually be implemented. From life experience, the moral level of wizards is not much higher than that of Muggles, so this donation is likely to be pretentious.

As if to punish Mike for not donating, a flash of lightning suddenly slid outside the glass ceiling of the main hall, and everyone only felt that the flash in front of them was followed by a rumbling thunder.

Mike looked up and saw that the glass ceiling was already covered with dark clouds at this moment. Large drops of rain slapped on the glass ceiling, making a puff puff sound. From time to time, a flash of lightning would slip through the dark clouds, making a deafening sound. thunder.

Mike was suddenly a little stunned. This place is underground, and it is still the eighth floor underground. Why can he still see the scene of the sky outside?

"It's just a little trick, all the windows at the Ministry of Magic can see different weather, and it's the Magic Maintenance Service that determines what weather you can see."

Abbott explained to Mike.

After listening to Mike, he stopped caring about it. Abbott was right. It was just a little trick. All the sights they saw now were artificially created fakes.

Compared with the magic of the ceiling of the Hogwarts Great Hall, which can reflect the real scene outside the castle in real time, it is really not worth mentioning.

After finally completing the security check, Mike and Abbott finally passed the security checkpoint. What appeared in front of them at the moment was a row of golden gates, and behind these gates were passages leading to at least twenty elevators.

Patent filing is the jurisdiction of the International Magical Cooperation Division,

So Mike took the elevator leading to the International Magic Trade Standards Association, a subordinate of the International Magic Cooperation Division on the eighth floor, under the leadership of Abbott.

After taking the elevator to the destination with great difficulty, Mike was a little dumbfounded.

It turned out that the so-called International Magic Trade Standards Association had only one large counter, with three middle-aged witches serving as receptionists. The guests who came here to handle the business are also very qualified and consciously lined up in three long queues.

Looking at the three surprisingly long lines, Mike thought to himself.

Naturally, Mike and Abbott didn't need to line up. After Abbott expressed his identity to one of the middle-aged witches, he bypassed the counter and walked to an office at the back.

Seeing this, those who were queuing were immediately dissatisfied, and began to speak incomprehensible with various microphones.

Mike and Abbot didn't understand either. Although they knew that what they said was definitely not a good thing, they walked into the office as if they didn't hear it.

In the office, a middle-aged bald wizard with a pot belly is sitting behind a desk, drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. In the corner of the room was a small desk. A beautiful brown-haired woman in a lady's suit was sitting behind the desk, busy processing the documents that were as high as a hill in front of her.

"Oh! Abbot, you're finally here. I thought you were going to let my pigeon go again today." The middle-aged wizard put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up and greeted enthusiastically, "And this one must be The hero of Hogwarts, the duel king, Mr. McTominay, is really young and promising. Not only is he strong at a young age, but he also invented the wonderful drink of Dolphin!"

"The president is rude, I'm just lucky."

Mike frowned slightly, formatted modestly. But he was very puzzled, how did the president of the International Trade Standards Association know about the Hogwarts Duel Tournament, and did he also participate in the unique competition?

However, under the current circumstances, Mike naturally wouldn't ask such a question directly, so the three of them chatted for a while before finally getting to the point.

"Mr. President, I don't know what happened to the things we ordered before?"

"Aren't you worried about my work? I've prepared it for you long ago." The middle-aged wizard took out a dozen documents from the drawer and handed it to Mike, "No, it's here, now I just need Townley You can enter the file after you sign the magic signature."

Mike looked at this document carefully and found that it was a simple patent application, and it also contained all the documents from the initial patent application submission form to the final patent receiving form, which originally required several steps. The documents of the monthly process are now lying in front of Mike, and now as long as he signs his own magic signature, the patent of Dolphin's magic drink is his.

Holding the wand and signing his name on the documents, Mike handed the dozen documents back to the middle-aged wizard, and the middle-aged wizard handed over another patent certificate to the middle-aged wizard after confirming that it was correct. Mike.

"Congratulations, Mr. Townley, the Dolphin drink is yours."

The middle-aged wizard shook hands with Abbott and Mike one after another, and Mike, who was extremely mentally powerful, heard him shaking hands with Abbott and said in an inaudible voice, "Mr. Foley, my son is proud. Look at the affairs of the Luo army..."

Abbott didn't reply to this, he just made an ok gesture secretly, and took Mike out of the office with the warm farewell of the middle-aged fat bald wizard.

The conversation between them made Mike more firm in his inner view of the ideological and moral construction of wizards, and it was right not to put money in the fountain before.

"Okay, it's finally over, let's go home soon." After walking out of the office, Abbot snapped his fingers and said, "Today's lunch we have prepared a lot of ingredients that you have never heard of, and you will never be disappointed. !"

His words aroused Mike's interest. You must know that Mike is also a glutton. He has eaten a lot of all kinds of strange things, so he has doubts about what Abbott said.

But then he remembered that this is in the wizarding world, and there are magical creatures here, so what Abbott said should be magical creatures.

"You shouldn't be talking about God..."

Mike's words were only halfway through when Abbott covered his mouth.

I saw Abbott looking around in a panic, and he let out a sigh of relief after seeing that no one noticed them.

"Shh, just know it in your heart, don't say it." Abbott whispered, "It's not good to say this in public. Many magical creatures are now protected creatures, so you understand."

Abbot murmured a big push in Mike's ear, and finally saw Mike nodded before slowly letting go.

Then Mike really stopped talking about it, but he was curious about today's dinner.

Although he has been in the wizarding world for two years, he has not felt the magic of the wizarding world in the slightest. The food he eats in Hogwarts has always been some very ordinary Muggle food, and he does not know how to use magical food. Isn't the food made by the creatures extraordinarily delicious?

Mike and Abbott quickly left the crowded International Magic Trade Standards Association, but this time Abbott did not take Mike back to the main hall by the previous elevator, but directly transferred to the Auror office on the second floor.

The second floor of the British Ministry of Magic is the office of the Ministry of Magic Law Enforcement Division, and the Auror Office is an important military department under the Ministry of Magic Law Enforcement Division.

Since the first floor is the Office of the Minister of Magic, and the Magic Law Enforcement Department is generally not open to the public, as soon as Mike came here, he found that the number of people coming and going was much sparser.

But Abbott was like coming to his own home, and almost everyone they met along the way would say hello to Abbott.

However, Mike is not surprised by this. After all, although Abbot himself is only an Auror squad leader, his father is the second-in-command in the Auror army. It is strange that others do not flatter him.

Next, Abbott used his privilege as the son of the deputy director of the Auror Office, and directly used his father's Uncle Mario's fireplace to return to his manor, saving the time of queuing in the main hall to use the fireplace.

Mike couldn't understand this. Since there is a dedicated fireplace, why did they have to teleport to the main hall before?

But he didn't ask Abbott, after all, it was just an insignificant matter.

However, the fact is that now his mind is full of the feast of magical creatures, and he didn't put his mind here at all.

Because it was a dedicated fireplace, Mike and Abbott were directly directed to Uncle Mario's study.

When the two cleaned up the dust on their bodies and came to the living room, they found that Professor Flitwick and Uncle Mario had already returned from the Raven Hut.

"Mike, you are finally back." Uncle Mario said enthusiastically, "Felius and I are talking about you, come and see!"

Hearing that Mike felt a little inexplicable, but he still leaned forward, took a newspaper handed over by Uncle Mario and read it.

Seeing this, Mike instantly understood why the former president of the association knew him.

I saw the magic photo of Mike holding the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award and taking a photo with Dumbledore on the paper, and this photo was extraordinarily huge, occupying almost half of the page.

And below this photo, a much smaller photo was posted, which was the scene of him defeating Cedric in the finals of the duel competition, and I don't know when they were taken.

The rest of the newspaper was occupied by densely packed English letters. Mike took a closer look and realized that it was all about himself.

The above not only mentioned that Mike's talent is amazing, but also directly called Mike the person with the best academic performance in his grade. If Hermione saw this, she would definitely be angry for days and nights and couldn't sleep.

The gorgeous rhetoric and exaggerated words used in this report almost made Mike's weather-beaten face turn slightly red.

Looking at the byline of this report, I saw a familiar name, Rita Skeeter.

Mike was relieved the moment he saw the name. Sure enough, people who are good at writing black drafts are also very good at writing hype articles. As soon as this exaggerated report came out, I believe that the Daily Prophet is the number one newspaper in the wizarding world. There will certainly be many ignorant and blindly obedient people who think that Mike is as perfect as written above.

Shaking his head with a smile, Mike turned a page of the newspaper. According to the layout of this report, there should be Rita Skeeter's interviews with other students in the school.

However, this time was fine, but Mike's smile suddenly froze.

On this side of the newspaper, there was a photo of the Weasley brothers and Ron. If that was the case, Mike wouldn't be so shocked. The most important thing was that in the photo, the little creature that Ron was holding in his arms. .

It was Ron's pet, Scabbers.