Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts
Chapter 224 Controlling the Ministry of Magic
Fudge, of course, has nothing to do.
He enthusiastically grabbed Alan's hand, brought him to the media, let the flashing lights crackle, and then took Alan to the entrance of the magic elevator.
He said, "Oh, you've actually been here once, huh? But last time you came in from the eighth basement hall. Your wand . . . "
Fudge turned his head abruptly, raised his cane and thought,
"Last time, you didn't seem to test the wand?"
Alan showed a hint of reluctance and loss, and said, "You don't know, my wand was damaged a few days ago."
Fudge was a little shocked, "Oh... oh..."
He rubbed his cane and asked, "How could this be... what a pity..."
Allen lowered his eyes and smiled disappointedly, "It was just an accident. When I was hiding something in the Room of Requirement, I accidentally touched a magic item. Then..."
Fudge thought himself enlightened.
He patted Allen on the shoulder regretfully, "Ah, this accident is indeed...
"But it doesn't matter, you can go to Ollivander to have a look again, maybe you can find a wand that suits you!"
Spreading his hands, he thought he was joking and said, "If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come!"
This time, Allen really forced a smile.
They led a crowd of media and reporters towards the elevator.
The Aurors opened the way ahead, "invited" all the visitors out of the Ministry of Magic in a grand manner, and artificially emptied the Ministry of Magic hall.
Allen stood upright, his sea blue eyes calmly watched this kind of politician's behavior, without saying a word.
He thought wearily:
It's exactly the same.
Sisi used to watch them clear the field, and said happily, "Oh, Your Highness, it will be ready soon! We will be able to engrave the teleportation formation soon!"
He seemed to have forgotten how he was when he first entered the Ministry of Magic. At that time, he also thought that this kind of behavior was not good, and he ignored ordinary wizards who came to do things.
...and even argued for it.
Allen nodded without any exception, even with a slight smile.
Soon, everyone "cleared the field" was over.
Ceci, who just heard that Allen's wand was damaged, took the initiative to hand over his wand.
Alan thanked him for his thoughtfulness, and raised the wand that didn't match him.
He could feel the wand's weakness, as it surrendered itself to him without much trouble.
The media quickly raised their cameras, and the reporters picked up their quills.
Allen raised his eyes, skillfully depicting the alchemy array.
A huge bright blue magic circle suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
The pattern is almost exactly the same as that of Alan's integration into the royal castle, but the direction of the magic power has been changed in the details.
That is a magic circle.
There is also a strange connection connecting countless alchemy formations.
In the uninterrupted movements of the blond boy, the originally complicated and obscure magic lines became more messy, and the messy lines were spinning so fast that it was hard to see clearly.
Now that Nicole Flamel has passed away, there is probably only one Dumbledore who can penetrate the specific magic pattern of this protective formation.
And the old headmaster was busy searching for Horcruxes...
What's more, this kind of messy magic pattern cannot be distinguished and restrained in a short time.
When everyone came back to their senses, all the magic circles here have been integrated into the underground of the Ministry of Magic, and there is no way to trace them back.
Until the position of the Ministry of Magic conflicted with Allen, the magic power, entry and exit, life and death of everyone here were completely controlled by these seemingly ordinary magic circles...
They will realize the truth of everything.
Allen smiled slightly and waved his wand.
The magic circle suddenly separated, as if it was broken in the air, releasing fine blue rays of light.
Amid the ignorant exclamation of the crowd, the huge magic circle split into nearly a hundred small magic circles, and the obscure magic patterns were grouped together, making it even more difficult to see clearly.
Allen said, "Minister, next, I will send these many magic circles to the elevators on each floor. This magic circle can provide maintenance and maintenance for the elevators.
"From now on, the staff of the Department of Magical Transportation will not need to work so hard."
Fudge pressed his cane with both hands, and smiled triumphantly, "Oh, of course that's good—thanks for your hard work, Alan!"
Allen nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Minister, you don't need to be polite to me."
The sea-blue eyes were deep for a moment, and then he smiled gently, covering up everything at the bottom.
He smiled and said, "So, I'm going to start?"
He raised his wrist lightly, and then suddenly lowered it. Nearly a hundred alchemy formations followed his command, and each went to a different place, which made people dazzled.
Fudge signaled the media to hurry up and shoot, while he himself faced the flickering of the camera, showing a generous smile as always.
The back of the blond boy appeared in the camera.
He concentrated on manipulating the alchemy formation, who would not praise his good character after reading it?
Allen didn't actually use that wand.
He directly manipulated the magic power factor, recalling the brief map of the Ministry of Magic handed over by Lance, and sent all the alchemy formations to every corner of the Ministry of Magic one by one.
In every hidden corner of the office, at the feet of every Ministry of Magic employee who is busy coming and going, there is a faint blue light flashing past.
Since then, the Ministry of Magic has been in control.
All the matters discussed here will be directly disclosed to the Muggleborn safe house by all the visiting personnel, and the special personnel will be responsible for recording.
Every night, the knight commander will receive such a record.
And submitted to the Crown Prince every Sunday.
As long as Alan thinks, he can dial the magic power line and mobilize every alchemy formation here at any time.
So... easy.
Allen turned around gently, facing the media, and showed a gentle and tolerant smile under the praise of everyone.
He enthusiastically grabbed Alan's hand, brought him to the media, let the flashing lights crackle, and then took Alan to the entrance of the magic elevator.
He said, "Oh, you've actually been here once, huh? But last time you came in from the eighth basement hall. Your wand . . . "
Fudge turned his head abruptly, raised his cane and thought,
"Last time, you didn't seem to test the wand?"
Alan showed a hint of reluctance and loss, and said, "You don't know, my wand was damaged a few days ago."
Fudge was a little shocked, "Oh... oh..."
He rubbed his cane and asked, "How could this be... what a pity..."
Allen lowered his eyes and smiled disappointedly, "It was just an accident. When I was hiding something in the Room of Requirement, I accidentally touched a magic item. Then..."
Fudge thought himself enlightened.
He patted Allen on the shoulder regretfully, "Ah, this accident is indeed...
"But it doesn't matter, you can go to Ollivander to have a look again, maybe you can find a wand that suits you!"
Spreading his hands, he thought he was joking and said, "If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come!"
This time, Allen really forced a smile.
They led a crowd of media and reporters towards the elevator.
The Aurors opened the way ahead, "invited" all the visitors out of the Ministry of Magic in a grand manner, and artificially emptied the Ministry of Magic hall.
Allen stood upright, his sea blue eyes calmly watched this kind of politician's behavior, without saying a word.
He thought wearily:
It's exactly the same.
Sisi used to watch them clear the field, and said happily, "Oh, Your Highness, it will be ready soon! We will be able to engrave the teleportation formation soon!"
He seemed to have forgotten how he was when he first entered the Ministry of Magic. At that time, he also thought that this kind of behavior was not good, and he ignored ordinary wizards who came to do things.
...and even argued for it.
Allen nodded without any exception, even with a slight smile.
Soon, everyone "cleared the field" was over.
Ceci, who just heard that Allen's wand was damaged, took the initiative to hand over his wand.
Alan thanked him for his thoughtfulness, and raised the wand that didn't match him.
He could feel the wand's weakness, as it surrendered itself to him without much trouble.
The media quickly raised their cameras, and the reporters picked up their quills.
Allen raised his eyes, skillfully depicting the alchemy array.
A huge bright blue magic circle suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
The pattern is almost exactly the same as that of Alan's integration into the royal castle, but the direction of the magic power has been changed in the details.
That is a magic circle.
There is also a strange connection connecting countless alchemy formations.
In the uninterrupted movements of the blond boy, the originally complicated and obscure magic lines became more messy, and the messy lines were spinning so fast that it was hard to see clearly.
Now that Nicole Flamel has passed away, there is probably only one Dumbledore who can penetrate the specific magic pattern of this protective formation.
And the old headmaster was busy searching for Horcruxes...
What's more, this kind of messy magic pattern cannot be distinguished and restrained in a short time.
When everyone came back to their senses, all the magic circles here have been integrated into the underground of the Ministry of Magic, and there is no way to trace them back.
Until the position of the Ministry of Magic conflicted with Allen, the magic power, entry and exit, life and death of everyone here were completely controlled by these seemingly ordinary magic circles...
They will realize the truth of everything.
Allen smiled slightly and waved his wand.
The magic circle suddenly separated, as if it was broken in the air, releasing fine blue rays of light.
Amid the ignorant exclamation of the crowd, the huge magic circle split into nearly a hundred small magic circles, and the obscure magic patterns were grouped together, making it even more difficult to see clearly.
Allen said, "Minister, next, I will send these many magic circles to the elevators on each floor. This magic circle can provide maintenance and maintenance for the elevators.
"From now on, the staff of the Department of Magical Transportation will not need to work so hard."
Fudge pressed his cane with both hands, and smiled triumphantly, "Oh, of course that's good—thanks for your hard work, Alan!"
Allen nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "Minister, you don't need to be polite to me."
The sea-blue eyes were deep for a moment, and then he smiled gently, covering up everything at the bottom.
He smiled and said, "So, I'm going to start?"
He raised his wrist lightly, and then suddenly lowered it. Nearly a hundred alchemy formations followed his command, and each went to a different place, which made people dazzled.
Fudge signaled the media to hurry up and shoot, while he himself faced the flickering of the camera, showing a generous smile as always.
The back of the blond boy appeared in the camera.
He concentrated on manipulating the alchemy formation, who would not praise his good character after reading it?
Allen didn't actually use that wand.
He directly manipulated the magic power factor, recalling the brief map of the Ministry of Magic handed over by Lance, and sent all the alchemy formations to every corner of the Ministry of Magic one by one.
In every hidden corner of the office, at the feet of every Ministry of Magic employee who is busy coming and going, there is a faint blue light flashing past.
Since then, the Ministry of Magic has been in control.
All the matters discussed here will be directly disclosed to the Muggleborn safe house by all the visiting personnel, and the special personnel will be responsible for recording.
Every night, the knight commander will receive such a record.
And submitted to the Crown Prince every Sunday.
As long as Alan thinks, he can dial the magic power line and mobilize every alchemy formation here at any time.
So... easy.
Allen turned around gently, facing the media, and showed a gentle and tolerant smile under the praise of everyone.
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