[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

This secret meeting between the Muggle leaders was held for nearly three hours. After the meeting, British Prime Minister Vincent Mond and Petunia returned to the Prime Minister's Office together. The two walked forward side by side, silent all the way.

"Magic." Prime Minister Vincent said with a sigh, "A magical ability that ordinary people have no chance to obtain... What kind of person can be favored by this ability, Petunia? What are its screening rules?"

"There are no rules, Prime Minister," Petunia said softly. "Generally speaking, wizards and their children are likely to be wizards too, but there are also beings in this group called Squibs, and children don't inherit any magical powers from their parents. Wizards and Muggle kids have a [-]/[-] chance of being a wizard, both of my kids are wizards, I'm not sure if that has something to do with me, but if it did, my sister was a wizard and I didn't, It's a moment where I can't let go, and I've thought about it a lot, but there are some things that just don't have answers."

"They exclude us." Prime Minister Vincent murmured, "Just like white people once excluded black people, I think the eradication of racial aristocracy is a global trend."

"The life of a wizard is relatively closed, Prime Minister." Petunia answered him, "and just like not all ordinary people like war, but two world wars still happened to us, the trend of the general trend and the pursuit of interests are two different things. The people who started the war first had their own selfishness. In this point, wizards are no different from us. So I still stick to my point of view, against indiscriminate nuclear strikes, which will be an irreparable disaster for everyone. Disasters are disasters for us, for them, and for all mankind."

"They are the first to threaten the safety of Muggles, Petunia." Vincent said bluntly, with a cold face, "If you really want to come to this point—"

"This matter is too serious." Petunia interrupted him, asking him, "Going for a drink, Prime Minister?"

Prime Minister Vincent was stunned for a moment: "...what?"

"To a special place," said Petunia, "a tavern that Muggles don't notice, and Eli made me a pair of eyes that let me see things that the spells made me ignore. Maybe you can put this Think of it as a business trip to see the real situation of the wizarding society, it will probably be a novel experience."

When they were sitting in the Leaky Cauldron, Prime Minister Vincent was wearing a hooded robe that covered his whole body, feeling absurdly weird: he was wearing the suit he was wearing in the office just now under the robe, haute couture, price Not expensive, now hidden in a half-worn robe, this feeling is terribly strange.

"Good afternoon, Prime Minister." The hooded man sitting next to him said gently, also hidden in his robes, unable to see clearly, "Ms. Evans called me to inform me of this amazing news. I and Like Ms. Evans, I think your investigation is very necessary. In order to prevent you from being accidentally injured in this slightly uneasy world, I will guarantee your safety. Of course, I will not interfere with your itinerary. "

"Thank you, principal." Prime Minister Vincent said politely. He glanced at the people next to him through the hood. After a moment of silence, he asked in a casual tone, "It doesn't seem suitable to talk about serious matters here. If so, I have a curious personal question I want to ask, I don't know if it will be a bit abrupt."

"Please speak." The person he called the principal said happily.

"How old are you this year?" Prime Minister Vincent asked, "When I saw you on the live broadcast this morning, I noticed that you are wise and mature. I heard from Petunia that you are the principal of the only magic school in the UK and manage a It's not an easy school and your energy is admirable."

"It's nothing." The principal said briskly, "This year my age has just come to a number that is easier to remember, 110 years old, which is not a particularly large number for wizards. The average age of wizards is nearly 600 years old. Two hundred years old, among the wizards who are still alive, the highest survivor has reached more than [-] years old, as long as he wants, he can continue to live, he has refined a magic stone that can live forever."

Prime Minister Vincent gasped: "I'm sorry...but may I ask, can this stone be mass-produced?"

"It's very difficult, the materials are scarce, the refining is difficult, and a unparalleled alchemy master is needed." The principal said gently, "Except for this master and his wife, no other wizards choose to embark on this long-lived path. The road. A long life is sometimes a cruel torture, at least for ordinary wizards, a longer life equals a longer working life, which cannot be said to be a good thing."

"Amazing magic." Prime Minister Vincent murmured and nodded silently, "Excellence in personal ability can indeed make some wizards feel superior to Muggles. Objectively speaking, I have to admit this. "

"The collective wisdom of Muggles has produced another brilliant result." Mr. Principal said calmly, "I don't think there is a strong or weak between the two, Prime Minister, perhaps it is best to isolate the two sides organically choose."

"It turns out that there are still groups of wizards who have such rational thoughts, which is touching." Mr. Prime Minister said calmly, with a calm expression on his face under the hood.

"Actually, you may find that I'm not the only one who thinks so," said the Headmaster softly. "Why don't you listen to what the common people in this pub are saying, Prime Minister?"

Of course it is necessary to listen.Mr. Prime Minister nodded, and the three people at the round table in the corner fell silent, and the din of the Leaky Cauldron entered their ears.

"Have you seen the news in the "Daily Prophet"? They want to amend the wizard secrecy law. I feel that the living environment of wizards is being squeezed now, and we need to fight for more interests with Muggles so that we can live in the open and aboveboard. Under the sun, let the wizard get everything he deserves."

"I see, but what do you mean? What does the Ministry of Magic mean?" Another man asked him gruffly. In the building, go to work in a car that slows like a snail? Thanks, no need, I still like my garden and the fact that I can use Floo powder to get to work."

"Muggles don't want to live in such a crowded place." Another person commented, "Like the building next to the Leaky Cauldron, the Muggles living there are basically poor, and they can't afford a house with a garden. There is no tent that can be turned into a house, they have too many people-it can't be helped."

"So what is the Ministry of Magic trying to get from them?" the person who asked the question just now complained, "Get those tall buildings, houses, and land from them? After you get it, put the Muggles in it as it is? Otherwise, let them live where, I don't know." I don't want to invite them to my house and then I live in that kind of house."

The few people who spoke were quiet for a while, and they didn't expect the answer to this question for a while.

"Did you only read the Daily Prophet?" A new voice sounded, whispering to them, "Perhaps you have read the school newspaper? The latest issues."

"No, it seems to me that I haven't seen the school newspaper in the tavern near my home this year. I thought they quit. So it's still running? Then I'll order a copy when I go back." The original voice said.

"Congratulations, here it is." The man whispered back to him, "Get it from Toothless Tom, don't say it too bluntly, and don't let anyone see it when you bring it—the Ministry of Magic's behavior has become more and more serious recently. The more annoying they are, what they want to say, just say it in the "Daily Prophet", and they have to worry about what other people's newspapers say. I heard that even the "Wizard Weekly" will be shut down. What the hell, Ministry of Magic Do you have such power?"

"Who knows," said another, "I recently found out that they have more power than I thought."

The wizard who got up got the new issue of the school newspaper in the hands of the boss, and they sneaked together to read it together, making a question or a sudden sound from time to time.

"The school newspaper said the Ministry of Magic wanted to invade Muggles - to occupy their houses, property, and make them our slaves? Like house elves? This seems a bit strange, are they human? Not domesticated Little elves, and some of them become wizards too."

"A lot of my neighbors are Muggles. Seriously, they're no different. The Ministry of Magic is acting a little weird. If it's going to hurt them, who's going to do it? Me? Ask me to point my wand at my Neighbors? I wouldn't do it, they're nice, they share their homemade pies with me, and they help me with my cat when I'm away."

The whispers of ordinary wizards reached their ears, and Mr. Principal sighed softly.

"Extraordinary abilities that cannot be duplicated are not what Muggles want to pursue. I am the headmaster of a magic school. I think that all wizards have to learn in school is for their innate ability. However, what Muggles need to learn is to stand on the same starting line, use hard work and wisdom to stand out in a competitive environment, find their place in society, contribute their own wisdom and strength, and unite Come together as a group and do great things.”

He said calmly and firmly: "The two are different, but I don't think there is a difference between superior and inferior. Excessive ability brings greater responsibility, and it is unreasonable to use this God-given ability to carry out aggression Yes, it will definitely be stopped."

"Then here comes the question." Mr. Prime Minister asked, "Things have reached a critical juncture. Wizards have begun to plan a war against Muggles. Who will stop it?"

"Many people." Mr. Principal replied firmly, "All peace-loving wizards, where you can't see, they are fighting tirelessly to change what is about to happen."

"Yes, of course, I will fight to the end." Harry said loudly, pulling out his wand, and pointing at his classmates across the way, "Who are your wands pointing at? The Ministry of Magic is aiming at Muggles, and you are aiming at ours." Classmates? They're wizards too, they don't make any difference! If you insist on doing this—"

"Then we'll let you know that Harry isn't fighting alone," said Cedric Diggory. "Look, a lot of us think Harry's right, a lot of Hufflepuffs Students, and many more, I think anyone with a brain should know that insulting classmates with trumped-up charges is extremely despicable, and should be deducted academic points."

He drew his wand and walked over to Harry, looking calm.Behind them, students commuting to and from get out of class crowded in the corridor. Everyone watched the tense scene in front of them. Following Harry and Cedric's call, many students stood up firmly.

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Thank you Chunjiang Huayueye for the grenade~