The man behind Hogwarts

"Very good, everyone is doing well."

Malzahar spoke calmly, and the fierce pressure in his eyes finally dissipated.

As soon as the words fell, the researchers couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When they looked at Malzahar again, their eyes no longer dared to be disrespectful. In those three breaths just now, they really felt as if they were stripping off their clothes and standing in the snow, and their hair was chilling.

"Boss, this is..."

Camille strictly did everything a secretary should do. Knowing that Malzahar wanted to get to know the researchers, she introduced them one by one.

Later, I observed the laboratory on the spot, which was already filled with many scientific research equipment.

Malzahar was even more satisfied this time.

With researchers and equipment, he only needs to give research directions.

And the research direction...

There is no one in this world who knows better than him.

In the conference room, he issued a work plan to the researchers, with the goal being the direction of smartphones.

"What? Smartphone?"

The researchers were in an uproar.

"Can that thing the boss mentioned be really researched?"

"I've heard of the term internet before."

……

The laboratory director bit the bullet and asked, "Boss, this thing you are talking about is probably very difficult to research. There is nothing similar to this in the world..."

"So, what we, Void Technology, have to do is lead technology." Malzahar said softly.

"Leading technology?" The laboratory director looked complicated.

It's a good idea, and every ambitious person thinks so.

But...is it too difficult...?

"Boss, if we really want to study smart phones, we need more researchers in the laboratory."

"No problem, the researcher recruitment plan will not stop."

"Also, I have a friend who studies the Internet. How about recruiting him?"

"Huh?" Malzahar looked at him intently, with admiration in his eyes, and said, "Yes. If you have relevant interpersonal relationships, you can recruit for the company, and you will not be treated badly in terms of treatment."

He turned to Camille and said, "Make a talent attraction plan and discuss it with the researchers to expand the laboratory."

"Yes."

The researchers gained some confidence when they saw that he was so obedient.

At least the lab has deep pockets and won’t be stingy about remuneration.

The proposals of three or four researchers were approved one after another, which gave this meeting a good start, coupled with Malzahar's previous coercion and shock.

A stick in one hand and a carrot in the other, it's probably taking shape.

But there is one most crucial thing,

The core technology of the laboratory is still in his hands.

He needs to find a few researchers to execute it for him.

"You don't have to worry too much. The reason why I dare to let you research smart phones is naturally somewhat certain. I have several of the most advanced scientific and technological achievements in my hands, which will definitely allow you to get twice the result with half the effort. When the time comes, you will know that you are What a great undertaking..."

End of the meeting.

Five core researchers were left alone.

Even Margaret left.

The next scene is not suitable for ordinary people to see.

The Imperius Curse is one of the three unforgivable curses stipulated by the Ministry of Magic, along with the Killing Curse and the Cruciatus Curse.

Anyone who uses the Unforgivable Curse on an ordinary person will be punished by being imprisoned in Azkaban for life.

But it's also a good excuse.

It can be used to save lives at certain critical moments.

The famous Voldemort likes to use the Imperius Curse to control his subordinates. This is a relatively famous thing. Therefore, after he lost power for the first time, many Death Eaters escaped punishment from the Ministry of Magic on the grounds that they were controlled by the Imperius Curse. The most typical one is Lucius Malfoy.

Malzahar decided to use the Imperius Curse on the five core researchers.

The goal is not to control them. But to protect secrets.

After the Platinum Star incident, he knew one thing. No matter how strict the rules of the Ministry of Magic were, there would always be wizards who would violate them, and they could get along with ordinary people.

He is well aware of how advanced the laboratory's technology is.

Even a wizard would be moved by it.

No more than half an hour.

The five researchers were all implanted with the Imperius Curse. Fortunately, this spell was painless and made people feel happy. It can be considered a blessing in misfortune.

"Okay, several core technologies have been passed on to you. Go back to work."

"Yes, boss."

The lab director took the lead and walked out. At this time, they already had a core technological achievement in their minds.

I believe it won’t take long before smart phones are available.

Malzahar sat on the chair quite leisurely.

"Compared with causing trouble in the wizarding world, doing things in the ordinary world is much easier."

"Smartphones will play an important role in the future, and can even be said to be the pioneer of science and technology. If I were to develop it first... the world will inevitably undergo major changes."

"I wonder how much power of karma can be harvested?"

Da~da~da~

The sound of high heels was crisp and bright, gradually approaching the conference room.

"Boss, where are we going next?"

Margaret asked softly.

"Well... let's go home. There are so many books at home that I haven't finished yet." Malzahar stretched.

"Okay, but is it the home over at the ranch, or the home over at Rodriguez?"

"What do you say?"

"understood."

The two left the company chatting.

……

Liverpool, Wizards Market, Night Tavern.

The tavern owner Fordson seemed to be in trouble. He had a grimace all day long and was in a irritable and restless mood. Several employees had already been scolded by him.

"What's going on? I heard you cursing before I even entered the door."

A middle-aged man with a big belly walked into the tavern.

"You're here." Fordson hurriedly came forward, grabbed his wrist and walked upstairs.

"What happened?"

"Oh, you'll find out later."

After entering the room on the second floor, the middle-aged man with a big belly flashed and turned into a slender silver-haired wizard.

Before Paul could sit down and drink his tea, Fordson handed him a letter.

"See for yourself, I always feel something is wrong."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Paul quietly put his wand into his sleeve, took the envelope, and read the signature first.

Sender: Bathida Barbling

Recipient: Fordson Jaydas

The moment he saw the name of the sender, Paul frowned. This person was not...

After reading the entire content of the letter, the wrinkles on Paul's brow not only did not loosen, but became even tighter.

"Didn't you say that she likes to study runes the most? How could you refuse?"

"This is where I'm confused." Fordson rubbed his hands anxiously.

"When did you receive the letter?"

"It's been two days."

Hearing this, Paul raised his eyebrows and even smiled, which made Fordson confused, "Why are you laughing?"

Paul said: "I know what you are worried about, but it's been two days and nothing has happened. Don't worry, it's okay."

"How can I not worry?"

Fordson shouted in a low voice, "Do you know what we are doing? Trying to kidnap a professor at Hogwarts School, and also sneaking into the school under his identity to murder a Merlin Medal winner!!

How can I not worry?

Paul, my final advice to you is, give up, the risk is too great! "

"Give up? I want to give up too..." Paul said bitterly: "It's not that I don't want to give up now, it's that I can't give up."

"The United States has arrested one of its most loyal subordinates, and most of the power that it has been operating for many years has been directly destroyed."

"I have offended the Ministry of Magic again, where else can I escape?"

Paul sighed heavily.

Patted Fordson on the shoulder.

He continued: "Only by getting the manufacturing method of the Sun Bracelet can I regain my strength. There are many werewolves in America. If we can bring them together, even the Wizarding Congress will not dare to trouble me."

"But..." Fordson asked in confusion: "Are you sure the sun bracelet can do it?"

"Of course! There is no doubt about it!!"

Seeing that Fordson was still a little confused, Paul patiently explained a few more words.

In fact, it's not that Fordson doesn't know, it's just that he doesn't have a deep understanding of the effect of the sun bracelet.

His knowledge of sun bracelets only came from descriptions in newspapers and magazines.

How can it compare to seeing it with your own eyes.

Think back to the first time you saw a sun bracelet.

Paul's heart was still shaken violently.

"...Having said so much, you should know how incredible the Sun Bracelet is. It is not only an alchemy product, but also a werewolf's treasure.

It can help werewolves get rid of misfortunes, enhance their strength, and gain safety... It's a pity that William is young after all and doesn't know how to use it.

Causing the pearl to become dusty! "

Paul became more and more excited as he talked, and his eyes burst with burning ambition, as if he had already seen himself returning to the United States with a sun bracelet, receiving responses from hundreds of people, and attracting attention from thousands of people.

In his imagination, the sun bracelet is not only a commodity, but also a lasso.

It is the talisman of life and death that is placed around the werewolf's neck.

"I understand, you are bound to win anyway, right?" Fordson said.

"Yes, if I don't succeed, I will be buried in Hogwarts."

"Alas, you are always so extreme..." Fordson shook his head with a wry smile and said, "In that case, what should we do next? Apart from Babuling, do you have any goals?"

"Let me think about it...yes! You forgot, there is another person!!"

"You mean?"

"That's right, it's him!"

Fordson stood up and walked around, thinking over the feasibility of it.

Two minutes later, he punched the table hard, "That's him!"

Paul was overjoyed, "I knew you would never let me down."

"Stop flattering me. It's a great unlucky thing for me to know you."

"Hahaha~"

The two reached a consensus again, and at the same time, in order to avoid something like Babuling happening, they deliberately changed their plan.

Within their budget, this time was bound to be a success.

Paul couldn't help but feel swayed at the thought of being able to enter Hogwarts 'fairly'.

……

three days later.

Fordson once again went to the Leaky Cauldron to drink as he had done a few days before.

He has been repeating this behavior for the past few days.

When the owner of the Leaky Cauldron saw him coming in, he let out an unpleasant laugh like a crow, and said, "Jadas, is your Meiye Tavern closed down and you come to me every day?"

"What, is it my fault for taking care of your business?" Fordson Jaydas was a little unhappy.

"Wherever, welcome, welcome!"

Without Fordson having to say anything, Old Tom served him a large glass of mead.

A plate of fried beans was served by the way.

"Since we are all in the same industry, I invite you." Old Tom pointed at the fried beans.

"Thank you."

Fordson nodded casually, threw two beans into his mouth, and then took a sip of mead.

"Ha~! So cool!!"

"Jadas, where have you been living lately?"

"Why do you ask?" Fordson suddenly became alert.

"Don't be nervous, I just care about you." Old Tom smiled awkwardly and asked directly without mincing words: "If you want to stay here longer, I have a guest room here, and I will give you one at a cheaper price."

Fordson shook his head and declined the offer.

He came with a mission. How could he complete the mission if he lived in the Leaky Cauldron.

just.

When will the destined person come?

Don't let the same accident happen to Babuling.

He bit into two beans and smashed them into pieces, just like the anxiety in his heart.

Then he didn't argue with Old Tom. He sat in the corner of the tavern with mead in his hand, took out a wizard's newspaper and started reading.

A pair of eyes would glance at the guests in the tavern from time to time.

Seeing that the sky is getting dark, the destined person has not yet appeared.

Fordson sighed.

Looks like another day of returning empty-handed.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, a man suddenly came out of the back door of the pub and ordered a drink excitedly.

"Yes, a destined person?!"

For a moment, Fordson swallowed and seemed a little unbelievable. He just appeared like this?

The man seemed very excited and was always talking about something.

When he sat down at the unoccupied table, Fordson saw the opportunity and stood up to sit next to him.

"Hello, are you Professor Quirrell?"

"Huh? It's me, haven't you asked me yet?"

"Professor Quirrell, you have forgotten me, Jadas, I am the owner of the Meiye Tavern. You came here last year."

Quirrell observed it himself and remembered that it was indeed Jadas.

Back then, he was still a Muggle Studies teacher, and he went to the Liverpool Wizarding Assembly during the holidays.

But why is he here?

Quirrell had a smile on his face, but he was wary in his heart.

Jadas asked in a low voice: "I'm very sorry. I overheard what you and Old Tom were talking about just now. Are you now the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts?"

"That's right, I took over this course today." Quirrell said frankly, it was not a secret after all.

"Great!" Jadas pretended to be excited: "Then you must need some teaching tools. Are you interested in learning about them?"

"Well, please tell me, Boss Jadas."

"Is such that……"

So Jadas slowly told him that he accidentally discovered an abandoned ancient manor.

According to his investigation,

The manor once belonged to a great wizard.

And that wizard once served as a pioneer, traveling from England to the United States to practice his magical power. I heard that he learned many exclusive magics of closed wizard tribes.

The wizard is good at dueling and has extensive research on black magic.

Naturally, he is also good at defense against the dark arts.

"...From that manor, I got some books related to black magic. I am worried about the evil power in them, and I am having a headache about it."

"Maybe you can help me..."