Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

After the deal with Fudge was completed, Mike was released from the cell by Fudge.

At Fudge's warm invitation, he didn't go home directly, but visited some places in the Ministry of Magic that ordinary people couldn't see together with Fudge.

Like the death chamber.

It was a rather eerie place, with only a few chairs and a worn-out curtain hung on a wooden shelf in a spacious room.

According to Fudge, this is the curtain of the other shore, and any living beings who pass through this curtain will die and their souls will reach the other shore.

This is the exclusive treasure of the British Ministry of Magic. Although the Ministry of Magic of other countries have similar things that are used to execute prisoners, they are not as precious as this curtain of the other side.

Just like the death penalty platform of the Ministry of Magic in the United States is a bottomless pool of liquid like mercury, as long as anything is submerged in this pool of water, it will be melted instantly.

Does this thing sound much stronger than the Veil of the Other Side?

But in reality, when it comes to compulsion, the other side's curtain medicine is so much higher than it that I don't know where to go.

After all, what the water in the pool destroys is the soul, but the curtain on the other side destroys the pure soul.

Mike knew why Fudge took him to visit here, it was just to warn himself and let him know what would happen if he went against the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge's hand may be useful in an ordinary person, but for a monster like Mike whose psychological age is much older than his age, it is no big deal.

It's just death.

I have seen a lot.

Not only that, Mike even wanted to laugh.

Others who want to regain others use the strategy of slapping a sweet date, but in Fudge's hands, it is the other way around.

Perhaps because he saw that Mike was not as frightened as he expected, Fudge left after showing Mike around the death chamber, leaving only the mustachioed gentleman to take Mike to the guest room of the Ministry of Magic.

The gentleman with the mustache doesn’t dare to despise Mike now. What Mike said in the cell just now scared him a lot. Although Mike also said later that he was joking, the gentleman with the mustache has so many years of experience in interrogating prisoners. It can be seen that Mike's expression at that time did not mean to be joking at all.

He really wanted his own life!

Thinking of this, the gentleman with a mustache couldn't help but walk a little faster, and walked away quickly after bringing Mike to the guest room.

In the early morning of the next day, Mike was woken up by two witches in the uniform of the Ministry of Magic. These two witches were not very old. They should be interns who had just graduated from Hogwarts. One of them, Mike, even It also feels a little familiar, as if I have seen it in Hogwarts.

Seeing Mike wake up, the two witches approached without saying a word, blushing, holding wet towels and other toiletries and a brand new set of wizard robes in their hands.

That meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Mike didn't know what Fudge was going to do, but he still enjoyed the wake-up treatment of a nobleman with no expression on his face, and was then taken to an aisle next to the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Here, Fudge and some other officials had turned around.

"You should memorize the manuscript given to you, right?"

"What manuscript?"

Mike looked at Fudge suspiciously.

Seeing this, Fudge slapped himself on the forehead violently, suppressed his anger and stuck it to Mike's ear and said

"We signed a contract! Now the reporters are waiting outside. If you mess up with me, you will know the consequences."

"You have never given me any manuscripts." Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "And, please remember! I am not your group of kowtowers, we are a cooperative relationship, Minister!"

Fudge was furious when he heard the words, and just about to say something, a young official opened the door and said out of breath

"My lord, the time is coming."

Fudge's face was suffocated, he snorted coldly, quickly suppressed the anger on his face, put on the same kind smile as usual, and led Mike to push open the golden door in the room together.

This is the hall of the Ministry of Magic. Mike and Abt came here once during the last vacation.

Same as last time, there are still people coming and going, a row of busy scenes.

But the only difference is that the people here are not employees of the Ministry of Magic, but reporters from various newspapers.

Mike found that there is no difference between wizard reporters who can magic and those Muggle reporters when facing big news. When he, Fudge and others appeared in the hall, the group of reporters who were still chatting on twitter instantly seemed to be A piranha, smelling blood, rushed forward.

"My lord, what do you think of the riots at the Quidditch World Cup this time?"

"Mr Minister, what do you think of the fact that many of the victims are planning to sue the Ministry of Magic?"

"Mr. Townley, were you tortured while you were in the custody of the Ministry of Magic? Did the Ministry of Magic want to torture you?"

...

A magic wand that had been cast with a recording spell was stretched out in front of Fudge and Mike, and there were more people holding up magic cameras to take pictures.

Mike, who saw this kind of scene for the first time, swallowed his saliva, and was about to answer the question just now but was interrupted by Fudge.

"Everyone, please keep order, please trust the Ministry of Magic, I will give everyone a satisfactory answer."

As soon as this remark came out, the originally noisy hall immediately fell silent, and the reporters who were still filled with righteous indignation at the beginning also shut up.

This is not surprising. What appeared in front of Mike was clearly a press conference to resolve the turmoil of public opinion since then.

And this level of press conference, those reporters who are really dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic will not be included.

In other words, all the reporters present today, regardless of their attitudes, are actually invited by the Ministry of Magic, that is, to help the Ministry of Magic clean up the land.

"First of all, I am very outraged by the terrorist attacks at the Quidditch World Cup. Although there is no news about those thugs yet, I swear that we will definitely... (10,000 words omitted here)."

An hour later, Mike, who was almost bald while waiting, finally got the chance to speak.

The sleepy reporters who were tortured by Fudge's tirade also cheered up.

You know, although they were invited by the Ministry of Magic to clean up the ground, they are also eager for big news.

And compared to the cunning and cunning Fudge, Mike, a young wizard who is not yet an adult, is obviously more likely to break out some shocking news without restraint.

So, under the gaze of expectant eyes, Mike raised his wand and pressed it to his throat.

"Um, I'm fine."

After saying that, Mike let go of the loud curse, and stood beside Fudge expressionlessly.

journalists...

Fudge...

officers……

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

At this time, Fudge was the first to react and began to applaud.

"Papa papa!"

The crisp applause was like a start button, instantly causing everyone present to react and start applauding.

In the crowd, there were even shameless people applauding.

Cold sweat ran down Mike's face.

He is also very desperate, what can he do without memorizing the manuscript?

Fudge on the other side smiled happily.

He is very clear about the truth that too many words will lead to mistakes, so he was very desperate when he knew that Mike did not memorize the manuscript, because the speeches made by Mike and others are likely to be seized by others and used to attack the Ministry of Magic.

But now it seems that although the scene was rather awkward, this kid Mike still understands it very well!

Since you are afraid of saying the wrong thing, just try to say as little as possible!

Thinking of this, the smile on Fudge's face became even brighter.

...

Two hours later, Mike was lying on the sofa of his own villa in Godric's Valley in Ge You's lying position.

The press conference just now really tired him out.

Although he said four words from beginning to end.

But very tired.

Heart tired.

Especially when you have to deal with this large group of people in front of you.

Mike barely raised his head and glanced at the people in front of him.

Harry Ron, the Weasley brothers, the Freemasons, Professor Flitwick...

Hey, my heart is even more tired.

"Mike! I'm glad you're okay!" It was Harry.

"I told you a long time ago that Mike will be fine. You are just worrying about nothing." These were George and Fred.

"Now you are a great hero." Of course it was Ron who was sour.

Mike waved his hand and took it as an answer.

At this time, Penello took a large stack of newspapers and came to Mike and sat down.

"Come and see, because of this incident, the entire wizarding world is going crazy."

Hearing this, Mike managed to pull himself together, took the newspaper, and flipped through it.

"Shock! Quidditch World Cup terrorist attack, 14-year-old boy came forward! Defeat the mob! "

"I'm ashamed to be thrown abroad! The views of the Ministers of Magic of France, the United States and other countries on this terrorist attack are ironic! "

"If You Can't Cure Terrorists, You Can't Cure You? The young hero who saved tens of thousands of people was detained by the Ministry of Magic! "

"It's a commonplace, whether black magic should be banned or not. Does the spell control the wizard, or the wizard controls the spell. "

...

Mike's indifferent thick stack of newspapers was still on the coffee table.

The reports here are not nutritious.

He can even guess what's in it just by looking at the title.

It was nothing more than pretending to be heartbroken, and to spray the Ministry of Magic as if he had a deep hatred with the Ministry of Magic.

But if you want to say how much these journalists who write the article really hate the Ministry of Magic, that's not true.

All they need is newspaper sales.

In other words, readers write what they like to read.

It can also be seen from this that the prestige of the Ministry of Magic has almost ceased to exist after this incident.

After all, what happened this time happened at the international event of the Quidditch World Cup.

This is equivalent to the Olympic Games in the Muggle world. The bearded man hijacked a plane and crashed the stadium.

This will not only make other countries laugh, but also the nationals of their own countries will lose their sense of security.

Many people have fled this country during Voldemort's time. For more than ten years, the Ministry of Magic has been trying to change people's inherent impression of a corrupt country. It wants to give the country a sense of security, and also wants to let those who fled to other countries back again.

Over the past ten years, they have done very well.

But now, it's all ruined.

Just because a bunch of idle aristocrats got drunk.

‘The magic world of the Rotten Country is rotten. '

Mike pulled a nice smile from the corner of his mouth, stretched his waist and continued to lie on the sofa.

These have nothing to do with him.

"Mike, don't blame Hermione, she's doing it for your own good." Harry leaned over and said with some embarrassment, "Hermione explained to us about the dark arts, we all hope that you will stop Using black magic."

Mike raised his head abruptly, staring straight at Harry.

Harry seemed to be frightened, he shrank his neck and stopped talking, but his eyes kept drifting towards Penello's body.

"Hey, Mike. If you can use black magic in the future, don't use it. After all, it's not a good thing. The reason why black magic is banned is because it can change the user's mind and make people gradually become crazy."

Penello said softly upon seeing this.

Harry nodded frantically like a chicken pecking rice.

The three Weasley brothers beside them also cast concerned eyes.

Mike's eyes scanned the three of them back and forth.

He could give many reasons against their theory.

For example, one's mental power is very strong, and one's Occlumency skills are very high, as long as the frequency of use is not too high, using some black magic will not cause any serious consequences.

But after thinking about it for a while, he still gave up the idea of ​​arguing with them.

said with a smile

"OK."

Hearing this, the originally serious atmosphere in the villa eased down.

Everyone was laughing, only Professor Flitwick's eyebrows were still furrowed.

He felt that he was starting to lose sight of Mike. The student he valued the most, the student he raised as his own son, now seemed to have undergone some bad changes.

You know, that is the most difficult to control Fiercefire Curse!

Also, the Fiercefire Curse has always been recorded together with other black arts such as the Three Unforgivable Curses.

Mike can even use the Fiendfyre Curse so well. It's like a black magic like the Killing Curse, so it's not easy to use it?

Thinking of this, Flitwick had the urge to strangle Black to death.

What's wrong with this guy giving Mike? He even gave him black magic! ? Doesn't this make it clear that you want your good student to go astray?

no! I will never allow Mike to become a dark wizard!

Professor Flitwick sighed deeply, looked up at Mike seriously, and said

"Mike, although you used black magic this time to save innocent people, you still violated the prohibition against using magic outside of school. Therefore, you will be locked up after school starts."

"Is there... is there such a school rule?" Mike was a little at a loss.

"some!"

Flitwick looked serious.

He felt that the reason why Mike went astray was entirely because he cared too little for him during this time.

So now, he decided that he must spend more time with Mike!

Go and teach Mike the truth of being a human being!

Harry Potter Raven's Claw

Harry Potter Raven's Claw