The Daily Life of Wizards [British and American]

An entrance to the Ministry of Magic is located in a dilapidated red telephone booth in central London.

In this regard, Mycroft-control freak-Holmes once used a 360-degree surveillance camera with no dead angles to show Daniel the so-called "wizard community's blatant provocation against government departments" as tangible evidence.

"Obviously, they never realized the egregious nature of this behavior."

Mycroft knocked on the table and said in a disgruntled tone, "They don't even know what a polite visit is. The Ministry of Magic... yes, you call that 'illegal organization' the Ministry of Magic. Those people went to Once, he appeared in front of the former Prime Minister out of thin air, under the pretense of having a friendly exchange between the wizarding world and the Muggle world'. Our poor former Prime Minister thought that he was too tired from work, so that his brain began to hallucinate. Then, he slammed his head against the cabinet in horror and successfully knocked himself out. To this day, he is still lying on a bed in a mental hospital, receiving group consultations with psychologists and neurologists."

"After causing such 'unpleasant' consequences, the group of wizards just sighed a few words 'Muggle nerves are really thin', and acted like a normal person, doing what they should do instead of reflecting on their own mistakes."

Mycroft stared at Daniel with a cold gaze: "Do you still think that I am too controlling, and not they are too much, Daniel?"

"Uh..." Daniel Blake was speechless, he could only murmur in defense: "I'm not a British wizard, Mycroft, it has nothing to do with me... In fact, although most of the capable People are registered, but it’s not much better... New York is in crisis almost every week, alien invasion, robot invasion and so on... Although the government releases news every time about military exercises, geology, etc. Disasters, but I am not an ordinary citizen, so I naturally understand the inside story. What's more, every time I look up, I see Iron Man's ostentatious red shell flying through the air. If you want to deceive yourself, it's just a dream. Every time I think Immigrants go abroad...but it is said that Tokyo, Japan is the hardest hit..."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows with interest, "It's useless to escape."

His eloquent advice: "Do something for the world, Daniel."

Contribute?

What a joke.

'Am I that selfless?No……'

As Daniel followed Lucius to the Ministry of Magic, he talked to the memory in his mind, "A little favor once in a while, or doing a job to earn extra money, whatever.But, contributing to the world?Come on, shouldn't those who are more capable do it?Like Captain America or something?It's not my job to save the world! "

"Magic shows, reality shows, variety shows, girls screaming and cheering in amazement, and games where everyone sits and hahaha are the love of my life!"

There is no doubt that the entrance to the Ministry of Magic in central London is generally only used by wizards who are interested in Muggles, or Muggle-born wizards at all.

For wizards and nobles, apparating directly, or taking a luxurious carriage directly to the main entrance of the Ministry of Magic, is the right choice.

"Guests from the Ministry of Magic, you need to be checked at the security checkpoint and register your wand." An indifferent female voice interrupted Daniel's thoughts at the right time.

As an employee of the Ministry of Magic and a nobleman, Lucius could obviously omit this step, but Daniel could not.

If you change the time period, the proud platinum aristocrats don't mind using some small tricks to show off the privileges of nobility.

However, due to the current political situation and the downfall of the mysterious man, he subconsciously adopted various low-key measures... Such low-key measures prompted him to decide to take Daniel to go through the normal procedures of the Ministry of Magic - the security check.

The two came to the security checkpoint.

"Wand." A wizard who was sleeping on the table just now raised his head and said sleepily.

"Uh..." Daniel realized all of a sudden, and then stood there awkwardly, "I don't have that thing."

"What?" The sleepy wizard opened his eyes instantly, looked at him with curiosity and disgust, and asked, "Muggles?"

"No, wizard." Daniel replied.

"A wizard without a wand?" The young man at the security check had a questioning expression on his face.

Lucius also raised his eyebrows, and his handsome face showed the same surprise and the question of 'what the hell are you doing'.

He obviously didn't expect this kind of accident, and subconsciously recalled the scene since he met this wife and brother.Surprisingly, apparently, he hadn't really used a wand.

In fact, he had expressed his admiration for the relative's wandless magic.

"American wizard, I'm an American wizard." Daniel added, and he spread his hands teasingly, "We don't popular small sticks over there."

"Then what do you use?" The wizard in charge of the security check looked very young and hadn't lost his strong curiosity.

He was completely refreshed now, staring at Daniel eagerly with his shining eyes, "What do you use, American Wizard?"

"Most people's customary weapons... I mean, wands are different, mine are more mediocre."

Daniel said modestly, and then took out a gun from his arms.

The atmosphere instantly returned to tranquility.

"This... this is really..."

The young wizard who was in charge of the security check was so confused, he stammered, "Maybe...maybe...we can try."

He took Daniel's gun and placed it on the brass machine normally used to detect wands.

Fortunately, the machine was working normally. It vibrated for a while before spitting out a long strip of parchment from the bottom.

The wizard in charge of the security check immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He tore off the parchment and read the words on it: "8.5 inches, unknown core, used for a year...?"

"Oh, yes, I preferred to use the Gatling machine gun a while ago, but it was too big to carry. After I came to the UK, I changed to this Beretta pistol on the recommendation of a friend."

Daniel replied seriously: "Uh, I have a gun license from the US and the UK, do you need to check it?"

What the hell is that?

The wizard in charge of the security check was obviously born in the wizarding world. He knew nothing about Muggle gun control, and obviously couldn't respond to Daniel's question.

He just stood there in a daze, with a confused expression.

"Enough!" For this farce, the platinum rules obviously couldn't stand it anymore.

He pressed Daniel's hand that seemed to be pulling out some ID, and then said to the young man in charge of the security check, "Eric, are you okay?"

The security check in the wizarding world is obviously just a formality.

Especially after the downfall of the mysterious person and 'world peace', this initiative completely lacks the rigor and seriousness it deserves.

The young man named Eric shrugged his shoulders, then casually poked the parchment paper on a brass nail, and let him go, "Of course, you can go through."

'What does it matter? "Daniel secretly complained about the security system of the British wizarding community, "If it were in the United States, this kind of security check would be enough to blow up New York seven or eight times by terrorists. '

He followed Lucius, who was already a little impatient, and hurried inside.

"You never said you didn't have a wand."

On the way, Lucius spoke coldly.

"Uh..." Daniel's blue eyes widened, which made him look innocent, "I didn't know that stuff was important to you."

Lucius was speechless.

He was silent for a second, trying to attribute this accident to "the communication gap caused by different customs in different countries".

Then, he tried to ask again in as gentle a tone as possible: "Is that thing... useful when casting spells?"

"What... oh, are you talking about my gun?" Daniel nodded happily, "It's very easy to use! It's powerful, easy to carry, and most importantly, it's cheap."

then……

Then, Lucius was completely tired of talking to him.

'My dear Sissy, are you sure you want such an unreliable guy to inherit the Black family?Could he really not be another Sirius? '

Lucius thought silently in annoyance.

The author has something to say: there will definitely be unreasonable and OOC, because I have synthesized all kinds of messy worlds, this is a hodgepodge!