HP Wendy's crossing running account

"I have a set of good news and a piece of bad news to tell you." Ralph sat behind his desk and looked at Tom.

"Then tell the good news first."

"Our stealth aircraft scored a good 0:32 in the first battle."

"I already know that. It's going crazy in the newspapers, okay? Ghost planes, devil's technology or something."

"The government gave us hundreds of thousands of pounds for research. At the same time an order was placed for 100 tons. 100 tons! Enough to paint all the aircraft currently in service in the British Empire."

"Oh." Tom waved his hand impatiently, "If you just want to say these things that even ordinary people already know..."

"We have a power of attorney signed jointly by the Prime Minister and the Minister for Magic."

"what?!"

"The Wilt Factory is legal now! It is no longer threatened by wizards' secrecy! I have decided to separate it from Royal Chemicals. In addition to invisible paint, we can produce more magical products for this world war."

Tom's face showed satisfaction and excitement for the first time: "This is really good news! I didn't expect the Minister of Magic to be so enlightened! I mean, although this is the goal of our efforts, I didn't expect it to be so soon... I thought it was necessary to unite the pure-blood families to put pressure on the Ministry of Magic, which is really good, at least we don’t need to divide the interests in our hands.”

"I heard that the Prime Minister proposed this plan on his own initiative. He may have some personal friendship with your Minister of Magic. But in any case, the result is beneficial to us."

The two capitalists looked at each other, each seeing ambition in the other's eyes.

"What about the bad news?"

"Oh, bad news." Ralph scratched his hair in distress. "It's Wendy. I hope she can go back to the magic school. After returning from London, her mental state has been very bad."

Tom exploded at once: "You let her go to London?! When there is an air raid?!"

"Calm down. Of course I let her go after the air strike. You know her character, and it's unrealistic to stop her."

Tom didn't listen to Ralph's explanation, he pushed open the door and walked quickly towards Wendy's room on the basement floor.

The one guarding the door is the witch who works for MI5.Tom only knew that she was the confidant of the pro-Muggle Minister for Magic, but he couldn't find out more.

The handsome young man with a tall and straight figure stopped hurried steps at the door of the room, and bowed politely. "Wendy, how is she?"

The witch lightly frowned her long and sharp eyebrows: "Looking at the information and doing experiments, she looks motivated enough, and she just spits out what she eats."

Tom nodded, turned the doorknob lightly, and went in.

Although it is located in the underground room, it is bright and spacious.With just a small improvement in light magic, the entire factory was covered with white lights, decades ahead of the yellow bulbs that were common at this time.

In order to dilute the mechanical feeling brought by the white light, all the furniture is made of exquisitely carved wood products.The wallpaper is small floral flowers with delicate textures, and the floor is a comfortable long blanket.There are also several lifelike landscape paintings hanging on the wall.

Everything Wendy likes.

Tom secretly sighed in his heart, even if he arranged it himself, he couldn't be more considerate than little Ralph.Although Ralph wanted Wendy to be his cash cow, his love for several years was genuine.He's done well enough as the guardian of a young and flirtatious man.

There are several entrances to the room.The outermost one is the reception room, but it is used by Wendy as a study. The coffee table next to the sofa is mostly filled with newspapers, novels and other recreational reading materials.

After turning around a few bookshelves, you entered the real study room. The six walls were filled with specialized textbooks on physics, chemistry, and mechanics, as well as the magic books that Ralph had collected for Wendy.There is a large desk two meters square in the study room, and the table is covered with materials and draft paper, which is comparable in size to the bed.

Tom frowned.This is not right.Wendy has always been used to tidying up all the documents before leaving.Just lay it out in a mess, unless her condition is really bad enough.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking at the files on the desktop.

"Research Report on German V1 Missile", "Possibility of Solidification", "Statistics of High Explosive Elastic Energy"...

At a glance, Tom guessed what Wendy was studying. Although he didn't understand the formulas and models on the draft paper, it must be a prototype of a lethal weapon.

No wonder, I vomit what I eat.Tom couldn't help feeling sorry.To develop a murder weapon with Wendy's character is simply deceiving herself.

Thinking like this, he quickly stepped into the innermost laboratory.There is a metal bracket on a wooden table after entering the door.Bright blue arcs flickered between the silver-white steel bars.The arc forms a complete standard sphere.

magic.

It was too faint to notice, and eerily calm.As if it was just a product of Muggle electricity.

But Tom could feel the danger of this arcing ball.Wand in hand, he walked guardedly around the edge of the table.

"Be careful! Don't go near it!"

Wendy's voice made Tom blink slightly: "What is this?"

"This... is a stable annihilation field." Wendy lowered her head slightly, grabbed a piece of baguette from the dinner plate beside her, and threw it at the arcball.

Arc light seems to have an inexplicable attraction.As soon as the edge of the bread touched the metal support, it was sucked towards the center of the ball by a huge force.The whole bread was twisted and deformed, and the crumbs were flying, but in just a few seconds, everything disappeared completely.The inside of the arcball was clean, as if there was nothing.

Fierce!

Scientists are terrible!

The young Dark Lord looked at the arcing ball with fear.If Wendy hadn't stopped him just now, his wand and right hand would probably be lost by now.

"It doesn't absorb moisture and organic matter at the same rate, so it doesn't look, um, eat well."

Tom: ... "You're going to send this thing into battle? Of course it's powerful, but are you sure you want to do it?"

"The low-magic magic field is still in the stage of theoretical verification."

"I mean, do you want it to be the next product from the Wiltshire factory?"

"I do not have--"

"Want to send it to the battlefield?"

Wendy bit her lip and said nothing.

Tom looked at her obviously thinner body and paler face, and sighed. "No one forces you to do what you don't want to do." You should be an angel who saves lives, not an inventor of weapons against humanity.

"Thank you." There was a flash of water in the girl's blue eyes, and she smiled self-deprecatingly, "I hate war. War makes humanity dust."

"Besides, I'm here to pick you up at school." Tom said sternly, "You've been absent for a whole week, good student Miss Carter."

"It's wartime, and I can't leave. Every week, feedback from the Air Force comes in, and I have to fine-tune the formula for Ghost [-]. And Ghost [-] is about to go into production..."

"The factory has been authorized jointly by the Ministry of Magic and the Prime Minister."

"Uh……"

"This means that we can recruit from the wizarding world in a fair manner. There will be R&D personnel, and we will find people from Hogwarts graduates with excellent grades. There must be wizards who are willing to work for the Allies. You don't have to do everything Do it yourself, as the scale of the product increases, maintenance and upgrades require staff who are proficient in magic, and you can't do everything yourself."

Wendy was silent for less than ten seconds, then nodded to the proposal: "Okay." She smiled, "You and Ralph have made arrangements, of course I listen to you."

She waved her wand, and a few metal rods were added to the outside of the small magic annihilation field. With a few crisp clicks, the terrifying blue arc disappeared.

She randomly dismantled the harmless metal frame and threw it into the pile of materials.Then carefully tidy up the paper inside and out, and lock it in the safe.

For the rest, she doesn't have to worry about it.The elves of the Malfoy family come to clean up every week.

A few hours later, Wendy was in the bedroom in the Ravenclaw tower, looking through the course notes kindly sponsored by her roommates.

Miss Pince was still a little uncomfortable facing her.The fact that she was used by the saints last semester, although not everyone knows.But the direct victim of temperature knows it.This made Pince always feel guilty when he looked at Wendy.

I have already said the apology, and Wendy didn't intend to pursue it after so long, but Pingsi couldn't help being sensitive.This can only be smoothed over time.

Fancourt took the divination class this semester, and he was in high spirits.According to the divination professor, she is really talented in divination, not just a deceitful magician.

Rolanda still goes to flight training every day and is passionate about the Quidditch Cup.

It seems that the fact that Grindelwald occupies almost all of Europe has not affected the calm of Hogwarts.

"The newly appointed Minister of Magic is a reliable person." At the dinner table, senior sister McMillan explained to Wendy. According to the policy, the old and weak of wizard families and mixed-race families can go to the New World to take refuge through the Ministry of Magic, and those who stay in the mainland also have Auror organizations for self-defense training. Therefore, you in the lower grades only need to study. The adults will take care of everything .”

When the real war broke out, the voices of the capitulators disappeared.In both the Muggle world and the wizarding world, unified fighting spirit, strong leadership, and stable hearts have made production and life more prosperous than this time last year.

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It's hard to write, and I'm ready to come back to live a relaxed and happy campus life.