Chapter 376

In fact, Dumbledore's exclamation is not unreasonable.

Sorcerers, this is a stubborn self appointed group, according to the rules, backward is to be beaten.

And the sorcerer community happens to exist in this embarrassing area.

The wizard group headed by the Ministry of magic rejected Muggle products. They believed that Muggle products would hinder the progress of witches and affect the purity of magic.

In fact, without Muggles, every wizard's life would be extremely painful.

Whether it is food, clothing, housing and transportation, these are inseparable from the work of Muggles. After all, magic is just magic. Compared with people, magic products lose the most critical creativity.

Without Muggles, the wizarding society would return to the more brutal middle ages, and this time, the witches would no longer be the supreme gods.

Once a war breaks out, the ordinary wizard with low talent will be reduced to the lowest level soldier, which is obviously unacceptable to the wizard group.

In addition to the Vatican's wanton pursuit, each generation of witches is superior to Muggles.

In fact, the wizard society is gradually accepting Muggle society, the establishment of the Ministry of magic, newspapers, factories, which are based on the wisdom of Muggle a way of life.

In recent years, both the emergence of Greenwood and the rampancy of Voldemort have seriously hindered the interaction between British magic and Muggle society.

Compared with Muggles, witches are undoubtedly backward.

Take the Muggle's thermal weapons. A wizard can block one or several bullets with his wand, but what if he could use a more powerful thermal weapon?

If the monsters show up, vanillin doesn't think a wild giant can withstand a Tomahawk missile across the continent, let alone more dangerous nuclear weapons.

Now it's nuclear civilization. Muggles' attack means have changed from swords to thermonuclear weapons.

Simply relying on the destructive power, the wizard's magic seems to be far less than these weapons. Sorcerers can only escape with evasion, or some fascinating charms.

Witches need a lot of progress.

However, these weapons that destroy the sky and destroy the earth are still the root of no use. For the whole environment, the explosion of each missile is undoubtedly fatal.

However, without using these weapons, the power of magic will make all Muggles fear.

According to the level of Fanlin, if you exert all your strength, every magic spell is no less than the explosion of a grenade. Such existence is undoubtedly fatal in the Muggle world.

The power of magic, the threat of heat weapons, it seems to form a dead knot between wizard and Muggle, which is a bad cycle.

Fanlin couldn't imagine what it would be like to have a war between a wizard and a Muggle.

Fanlin doesn't think that a wizard can win. After all, talents are the foundation of the world. Only one wizard will be born in ten thousand people. Of course, this is the lowest probability.

However, this also proves that there are few witches, and the case of "fewer than many" still exists in books.

If the outbreak of war, angry Muggle, a nuclear warhead down, the whole Ministry of magic will no accident to the ground.

But

Fanlin felt that what he thought was too complicated, and the wizard was hiding, which seemed to have developed into a law.

Fanlin has also seen the magic power with his own eyes, which is no less than the magic array with missile power. This is not only the powerful place of witches, but also different ways of energy transportation and catharsis.

"Welcome to the Ministry of magic." A mechanized female voice fiercely pulled Fanlin back to reality.

Van Lim felt that they had gone down hundreds of feet. This was the underground world of London, the kingdom of witches, and the Ministry of magic in England.

You may not believe it, but Vaseline is following Albus Dumbledore, the greatest White wizard in the world, to enter the highest authority of the magic world through the guest passage.

Everything here is inlaid with black ceramic tile, and the joint of edges and corners is covered with golden carving.

In front of it is a huge fountain, in which lies a huge golden statue of art, which is not difficult for the Ministry of magic.

The place where they came down was also a piece of black tiles. Fanlin guessed that there had been some camouflage magic similar to the entrance of the nine and quarter March platform, in order not to destroy the overall coordination.

The floating array replaced the cable of the elevator. No matter where you are from, you can always find the trace of Muggle.

Like most government agencies, the Ministry of magic has a lot of people coming and going. After all, all the judicial and administrative authorities are located hundreds of feet underground in London.

Fanlin felt that it was more like a huge subway station, but it was supposed to be a pedestrian passage, replaced by fireplaces one after another.

This is the wizard's station, and it is also a transit station for all the network of flying furnaces.The Ministry of magic has to be responsible for the witches, isn't it?

Fanlin also knows that Muggle is the prime minister who knows the existence of the Ministry of magic. Otherwise, without the permission of Muggles, the Ministry of magic would not be so secure underground in London.

"How do you feel?" Dumbledore said, "it's a good experience to cross the earth's crust. People who come and go to the Ministry of magic are all flying furnace nets."

"Great elevator." Fanlin nodded. He looked at the sky. The walls, dozens of feet high, were decorated with glass.

It is worth mentioning that the Ministry of magic seems to be trying to stagger the time of Muggle. It's only seven o'clock in the morning. The fireplaces on both sides never stop. Every time the dark green flame lights up, one of them will walk out of the flame. Maybe this is the place where magic attracts him.

"Where are we going?" Dumbledore said, pointing to the elevator next to the rotunda.

Strictly speaking, their present position is more like a station.

The crowd was not all the staff of the Ministry of magic. Van Lin even heard some Hawking sounds, which reminded him of Diagon Alley.

"Daily, daily, the latest issue of the prophet's daily." This is the professionalism of a newsboy. Only in the morning can newspapers sell well.

"What do you want?" Dumbledore asked.

"Forget it, Professor Dumbledore." Van Lin shook his head. He wanted to see the Department of mysteries more than the Daily Prophet, where Mr. Weasley worked.

But it's doomed that Fanlin's wish will fail. They still have a lot of things to do today. Maybe it's good to wait until Harry comes along.

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