Chapter 642： observation report

"You didn't reveal a word, didn't you?" Harry said with a grin.

Ron looked at the twins' clothes.

"How much will this cost?"

Fred shook his head with a pretentious sigh, took out his wand and waved it lightly, and three goblets flew over and landed on Harry and the others. Fred and George stepped forward to clink glasses with them and drank it. "Then I'll leave you alone," Fred said. .

"Someone has been saying your names." George said with a smile: "Especially the fat professor, who is mentioned once in three sentences on average. We suspect that some of you have secretly cursed him."

"Wait, wait!" Harry shouted, but it was too late.

"Harry, my child!" Professor Slughorn saw the three Harrys sharply, and he immediately walked towards them with his big belly bound by the brown vest, a few golden buttons glaring like biological eyes follow them.

There was silence in the office for a few seconds, and all kinds of eyes shot from all directions, which was one of the reasons why Harry didn't like this kind of environment. Luckily he saw Mrs Weasley waving at them happily, which made it easy for Professor Slughorn to drag him.

"And the two of you," Slughorn told Ron and Hermione as they walked away, "I've been talking to your parents for a while—well, the importance of homeschooling." But he didn't Harry took the Weasleys and the Grangers, but bypassed the crowd and joined Amelia Burns in the conversation.

He forcibly placed Harry between Ernie and Cormac McLaggen, and said with a smile, "Look, you'll never find a bond stronger than the friendship you made in school." Harry stared. Stiff expression.

He didn't know when he'd developed a strong friendship with Ernie and McLaggen'.

For the next period of time, Harry remained silent the whole time.

He found that Professor Slughorn revolved most of the conversation around Ms. Burns, occasionally devoting some attention to Sirius. This seemed to match what the McMillans and the McLaggens thought...Blinking, Hermione blushed.

"I don't think anyone would refuse to give a favor to the Merlin Medal winner."

Mr. Granger was stunned.

"Oh, isn't it?" He said suddenly a little uneasy: "I heard that that person has been arrested? We ordered several magic newspapers,

Keeping a close eye on the situation... It is said that the mysterious man--that's a strange name--has made a deal with the former Azkaban prison guard,

With human emotion in exchange for powerful spellcasting ability. "

"Dad, I've said it all, let you watch "The Quibbler" less!" Hermione cried, her face turning even redder.

"But only this newspaper gave an explanation." Seeing his daughter's expressionless face, Mr. Granger decisively changed the subject, "Mr. Hepp—"

"You can call me Felix."

"Okay, Felix," he said. "We bought a whole set of magic projectors, and I especially liked the 'immersive' mode. Doors and windows must be locked, and a sign saying "No Foreign Visitors" must be hung.

"Hermione," said Mrs. Granger with a deliberate sullen face, she was concerned with other things, "look at your hair--haven't you sent home a smoothing cream? And clothes, have you always been Are you all wearing this?"

Hermione let out an annoyed cry and ran away angrily. Mrs Granger ran after him.

"My daughter, uh, has been stubborn since she was a child," Mr. Granger tried to explain.

"I can understand."

On the other side, Harry and Sirius, who were finally freed, walked around the field with food in their hands.

"Is that woman Carlotta Pinkstone?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, a complete nuisance, don't pay attention to her, Harry." Sirius shoved a piece of strawberry pudding into his mouth and mumbled, "As if we didn't have enough troubles."

"What's the matter?" Harry asked worriedly, thinking of Sirius' investigation mission. "It's not going well?"

Sirius sucked on Jabana fiercely. #......

"Successful - because of this, the problem is big." He had a toothache expression, "A lot of things are on the bright side."

"What's that for? You don't look like you're okay."

"Cough, I just verified someone's theory. In fact, as soon as I go this way, Harry." Sirius raised his head and found that the two unknowingly slipped to Felix's side. white teeth. He hurriedly pulled Harry around and continued: "Like I said, just running errands and handing in Felix's books is not bad."

"However, I have figured out one thing these past few months."

Sirius became serious: "Muggles are different from wizards, they can derive huge theories through simple principles, and because there are enough people, they have enough people to fully realize the potential of these theories. They named 'Basic scientific theory' stuff..."

"This means that the speed of Muggle development can be estimated - of course there are exceptions, but roughly the same - I can feel more and more that there is a line ahead, and once this line is crossed, the wizard It’s going to be hard for us to keep it a secret.”

Harry listened with a heavy heart. He remembered the clip of the speech Professor Bagshot showed him. Did the man from half a century ago, like Professor Hepp, foresee the inevitable exposure of the wizard? It's just that Grindelwald finally chose to start a war and try to enslave Muggles.

He vaguely described Professor Bagshot's point of view to Sirius, who stopped chewing and looked at Harry thoughtfully.

"I don't know what Dumbledore was thinking, but since he picked this Mr. Bagshot as the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, it means he's aware of the problem. You think that professor is hostile to Muggles?"

"Neither," said Harry, searching for the exact word, "I guess he thinks wizards and Muggles are two groups,

Once the wizard is exposed to the outside world—you know, there may be a conflict—" He breathed suddenly as he spoke.

He thought of war. #b...br# Sirius caught the anxious look on his face and seemed to guess what Harry was thinking, so he said sternly.

"Don't worry, it's not a big problem. I agree with Felix that we still have at least a few decades to prepare - don't forget that the Minister of Magic has actually been in touch with the Muggle Prime Minister, not completely closed. "

He spoke suddenly in a low voice, and Harry leaned in to hear more clearly.

"Frankly, I have some admiration for Felix - but don't tell him, so he won't be too proud - both because he pointed out the problem and because he did those things quietly and laid the groundwork for us... Amelia I already have a general idea."

"What thoughts?" Harry asked, holding his breath, his eyes following the godfather to Professor Hepp in the crowd.

"Gradually increase the connection between the two parties." Sirius said, picking up a spare rib, "The Squib problem is a good entry point. Now that there is a special wand, the number of Squibs that can cast spells will definitely increase in the future - we It has not been released yet, but there is a trend - a conservative estimate, the number of squibs in the country is hundreds of thousands, or even more, because squibs also have descendants."

"Amelia is going to wait two years for the situation to stabilize, and use this as an excuse to secretly negotiate with the Muggle government to set up a special department that is kept secret from ordinary people.

"Why keep it a secret from ordinary people?" Harry asked inexplicably.

"One step at a time," Sirius shrugged. "In fact, cooperation means that more government workers will know about the existence of wizards. First, open a hole and send people from both sides to jointly manage what happens in the Muggle community. After a few years of perseverance, the two sides will have a foundation of mutual trust, and then let go of the wind a little bit..."

Harry swallowed.

"Don't think it's simple, but it's very complicated to do, and there are various details that need to be clarified. For example, we are still in a blank in the relevant laws, and both parties need to make concessions. It's a headache to think about. "

These are enough. Although he didn't know the full picture of the plan, Harry's tense mood had relaxed. Just now he thought the conflict was... unavoidable, but after a few minutes things took a turn for the better, and for a moment Harry felt like he didn't understand anything.

"You're still in school," Sirius smiled understandingly, "a lot of knowledge can't be learned on campus. I strongly recommend you to travel for a year or two after graduation, and then enter the Ministry of Magic as an Auror.

Harry lowered his head and remained silent, as if thinking about the feasibility of the plan.

"What if conflict is inevitable?" he blurted out, Sirius looked at him in amazement, and Harry explained in a low voice, "I mean,

We're all looking at the bright side now, aren't we? In the event of an accident, such as the Muggle government not recognizing the status of the Ministry of Magic -"

"They have to admit," said Sirius lightly, "do you think the Ministry of Magic is just keeping wizards from being discovered? Who is suppressing the power of the dark wizards? Who is keeping dark creatures from going out and harming people? The Ministry of Magic can hide at any time, or even withdraw from the UK,

and then? This is going to be a paradise for dark wizards. You don't think dark wizards are stupid enough to take on the Muggle army head-on, do you? "

There was silence for a while, Harry opened his mouth several times, he couldn't imagine the consequences of this happening.

"Let's talk about something happy," Sirius said suddenly excitedly: "How is your Animagus study? I heard that more than two dozen students got excellent in the exam?"

Harry laughed too.

"Yeah, you're very talented as a teacher. But a um, we're stuck at the first step, and even Hermione can't think of a surefire way."

A smile flashed across Sirius' face, and he suddenly grimaced at Harry.

"To be honest," he said with a stern face, "do you think us elders are quite useless?"

"How is that possible?" Harry hurriedly denied.

"What makes you think Animagos is easy? It took James and I almost three years to do this, with a little luck, and we're not sure if we can do it again. Something went wrong." Sirius said angrily, "It would be nice if you guys could finish before graduation." #b...br#Harry was stunned.

"But you're not talking about Animagus' achievements in Transfiguration—"

Sirius grinned and winked at him, which reminded Harry of Fred and George's successful prank, "Actually, I'm not lying, if you really do it all at once, you really don't have to worry about your Transfiguration class grades. the…”

The atmosphere in Slughorn's office was cheerful, and a heated argument had just ended in the bathroom not far from here.

Ms. Burns came out angrily, she was simply wasting her words, Pinkstone was too hostile to the Ministry of Magic No matter what she said,

Pinkstone thought he was deceiving her, and his only purpose was to stabilize her and wait for her to die naturally.

Burns took a few deep breaths to calm down, then turned and strode towards the banquet. A moment later, Carlotta Pinkstone also appeared, her face gloomy.

"You're arguing fiercely, Carlotta," said a voice, and Pinkstone turned sharply. She hesitated at first, then stared deeply at the pair of silver-blue pupils and opened her mouth wide.

"Grid, Greene—"

"Xu." The man put his index finger on his lips and said softly. Pinkstone fell silent immediately, his pale face flushed with excitement, and he stammered, "Really, I didn't expect to meet you here."

"But I've been waiting for you. From the first time I heard your name, I had a hunch that the little English girl who single-handedly came to me half a century ago would appear in front of me in an incredible way. It's tough, but you like it, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, I only hate that my claim has not been realized." She looked at Grindelwald expectantly, "Do you want to do something when you come out this time?"

"But there is a small difference in our ideas."

"Yes, but one"

"Can I trust you?"

"Of course! What do you need me to do?"

A moment of silence.

"Wait." Grindelwald whispered: "As long as you know, our business has not stopped." #br......r#******

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