Chapter 255： The curtain is drawn

Just over a month before the end of the second academic year, major newspapers used the largest and most conspicuous pages to report the most important news of the day.

The Wizards' United Guard is officially formed.

The nature of this organization is probably similar to that of an international joint type of law enforcement organization, and it is mainly responsible for the social security of the wizarding community in various countries. In a simple analogy, the Aurors in the wizarding world were originally equivalent to special forces, while the responsibilities of ordinary police were distributed to the hands of various Ministry of Magic departments. Now, the Wizards United Guard has taken up this part of the authority.

The captain of the **** is currently temporarily in charge of the forty-five-year-old lady Cyril Marshall.

This lady is from Italy. She worked for the International Federation of Wizards for more than ten years. After resigning, she devoted herself to the reform of the law in the social order of the wizarding world.

As a spokesperson, Ms. Marshall said: The actual control of the **** will be handed over to the International Confederation of Wizards, while the following branch powers are controlled by the Ministry of Magic of each country.

She is temporarily in charge of the tedious matters at the beginning of the establishment of the **** team. The new captain will be re-selected at the subsequent joint wizarding conference, and the team captains of various countries will also be selected internally by the Ministry of Magic.

The selection of the guards is also the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic, and they will only send a few veteran members to provide advice.

Hermione read the entire report quickly, and she said thoughtfully: "If the powers are completely divided, maybe the formation of this wizard's United Guard might be a good thing?"

Sean shook his head: "They had too many hands and feet before, it's hard not to doubt the purity of their purpose, and the attitudes of the Ministry of Magic of various countries have changed too quickly, to be honest, no one is putting pressure on them, am I? believable."

"Then what is the purpose of this escort?" Hermione frowned.

"The new ruler wants to gain more voice. This new official force was established just for this..."

And maybe it's more than that... Sean frowned slightly, grabbed the newspaper and rubbed the blank space of the line with his fingers.

"...Ms. Marshall said that in addition to the current social order in the wizarding world, the Wizards United Guard will also launch an action to pursue accountability for old cases. We will thoroughly investigate forgotten and concealed cases in the past, and bring those wizards who were lucky enough to avoid punishment. We welcome and encourage all wizards to send us a letter via owl to provide evidence of someone breaking the wizarding laws, whether for personal justice or for the peace and order of wizarding society—”

"The wizarding world has been outdated for a long time, and there are countless unfair, harsh and outdated laws and regulations. Our goal is to give all wizards a fair, just and open public security environment, and safeguarding the legitimate rights and interests of all people will be the lifelong **** team. code of conduct.”

In the most eye-catching position of the newspaper, a middle-aged witch with a serious expression and firm eyes was giving an impassioned speech. She waved her hands again and again in the black and white picture, depicting the wizards' joint guards towards the reporters and ordinary wizards below. The next action direction and code of conduct.

Hermione turned the newspaper a few pages, looked up and said, "Only a rough introduction, no reports of the previous detailed background of this Ms. Marshall."

"It's normal, this is not an open election, and this lady is only serving as the interim captain of the escort."

Hermione frowned in dissatisfaction. Under the influence of Sean, she was far less superstitious about authority than when she first entered the school, and she and Sean had previously deduced the general context behind the arrest of the pure-blood wizard.

The girl thinks that the establishment of the **** team is the result of some malicious wizards, and this will be very uncomfortable.

"What is an interim captain, Sean, you and I both know it, no matter whether it is replaced or not, the position of captain will definitely not be a selfless guy..." Hermione muttered dissatisfiedly.

"But we can't change anything, Hermione, you've been worrying too much lately, handing over the things that should be done to the people who should be doing them - this kind of thing should be something that people at the level of Professor Dumbledore need to be concerned about." Sean advised.

Daisy, who had been clutching at the side of the sandwich, whispered, "Sean, Hermione, will this United Wizards Guard be like my dad?"

Sean turned his head and spread his hand to her: "Of course we hope those people can be like your father."

Hermione said, "Just hoping..."

"There's no need to be so pessimistic and sensitive, Hermione, the fire can't burn us, and besides - Mr. Fudge is just like that..."

Just as several junior wizards were discussing the major events happening in the wizarding world in various tones, the basement floor of a castle somewhere in Switzerland was undergoing a fiery renovation.

The house-elves use magic constantly under the command of their masters. All kinds of wood and steel plates are floating in the sky. After the construction is completed, a wizard will come forward to cast reinforcement and defense magic.

At the end of the corridor, which has begun to take shape, there are several wizards with top hats sitting in a hidden conference room.

They all have the insignia of the United Guard of Wizards tattooed on their chests: a cross of a wand and a knight's sword, surrounded by a golden glow.

The middle-aged woman at the head has just appeared on the front pages of newspapers around the world. At this time, she folded her arms and was discussing matters with the rest of the people.

"Has someone chosen to take my place?" she asked.

A middle-aged male wizard said: "The International Federation of Wizards is still discussing, but the candidates have basically been determined, and those candidates are within our expectations."

Some other wizards laughed: "The judgment is very accurate - the people they pick are all carved out of the same mold."

"Not firm in position, not prominent in point of view, not sharp in thinking, incapable of changing the status quo, admittedly easy to manipulate - and know how to accept guidance. Ha, isn't it the perfect candidate?"

All the wizards present laughed lightly,

Marshall, headed, tapped the table lightly: "Don't let your guard down, Lynch, send someone to contact him again to make sure no accidents happen."

A slightly younger wizard nodded.

After giving a few more words, several people talked about the next course of action, and their voices became smaller and smaller.

"...We want to build civic trust...let's take the big fish first."

"Earnings to look forward to, but watch out for those who bounce back..."

"Let's make a list and check it out one last time..."

"...these are good, but do you want to choose the Malfoys in the UK?"

"...Wait for a while, there will be news coming soon..."

A group of people whispered about the "suitable person" in their mouths. After arriving at a more satisfactory answer, Ms. Marshall took a deep breath and murmured: "It will be him after that..."

The word "he" seemed to have magic power, and the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly stiffened.

The original heated discussion stopped, and many people made small movements very unnaturally. After a long time, the middle-aged wizard said with consideration: "Cyril, we, do we really want to do this?"

Cyril Marshall glanced at the other party, she lowered her eyes, covered the expression in her eyes, and said in a calm voice: "This is something that has been decided long ago."

"But..." Many people showed a hesitant look.

Marshall raised his hand to support the slightly sloping pointed hat, and said in a flat tone: "The meaning of our existence is to eliminate all unstable factors."

"The question is, does it work..."

"I'll know if it's worth doing. Well, colleagues, raise your heads and follow the original plan," Marshall stood up. "I have to find a few people..."

...

The British Ministry of Magic, the Division for International Magical Cooperation on the fifth basement level, has recently opened a new area - the United Kingdom Office of the Wizarding Guard.

At this time, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was walking to the office, accompanied by his secretary and a bespectacled wizard.

Stopping in front of the gate where the wand and the knight's sword crossed, Fudge turned around and said with a smile: "James, when this new department was established, I thought of you for the first time. Frankly, I originally wanted to After Kingsley's promotion, I asked you to take over as the head of the Auror's office, but there are no vacancies in the department recently, and it has buried you for letting you be an ordinary Auror..."

James Potter smiled: "I don't think Aurors have any power, everyone is the same, and I'm willing to shine in any capacity."

"Of course, of course, every Auror deserves respect - you know, Jaime, I mean you should use your abilities more, Head of the United Guard UK office, I think that's a position It suits you."

"Thank you for your appreciation, Minister, but I think there are many more experienced and older members of the Ministry who can do the job..."

Fudge interrupted him, and then pointed at James with a feigned reproach: "This time the personnel change is set, is it difficult for my minister to speak?"

"That's not what I meant, sir."

"I understand," Fudge smiled again, "James, the social security of the British wizarding world will depend on you in the future."

"……I'll try my best."

When Fudge and his secretary left, James took a deep look at each other's back, then pushed the door and walked in.

A team of ten people was waiting for him inside.

"Mr. James Potter?" Someone came up.

"Yes, I will be in charge of the new office from now on." James shook hands with the other party.

While listening to the introduction of the other party, while looking at the data book of the subordinates, James nodded from time to time and asked a few questions from time to time.

After a while, the tall wizard named Chiz Poulsen finished the introduction, and James looked at him: "Mr. Poulsen, do we need to add five more team members?"

"Yes, according to past experience, each country's offices should be equipped with at least 15 team members, so that they can cope with various situations in peacetime - of course, we also need to have a group of civilian staff."

James nodded: "I see, you have experience, I will take you to the selection next time."

Poulsen scratched his cheek honestly and said, "Mr. Potter, you are in charge now. I'll leave the selection of team members to you. I'll be responsible for daily affairs and provide some past experience."

James glanced at the other party, then raised his brows slightly and smiled: "Okay, then it's settled. In the future, we must cooperate well."

"Of course."

The two smiled and shook hands again.

When the ten team members went out to familiarize themselves with their positions, James took out his wand and waved it, and a silver stag ran out from the tip of the wand.

Jaime waved his wand again, and said a few words to his Patronus, and the stag leaped through the wall and disappeared into the air.

...

That night, Sean got the latest news from the British Ministry of Magic from Bella.

"The head of the United Wizarding Guard's UK office is Harry's dad?" Sean lay on the bed and pondered the latest news.

This is a way of unfolding that he hadn't thought of.

In his and Hermione's speculation, there is one or several mysterious people behind the wizard's joint guard who control everything, and the other party is likely to have bad intentions.

And it is impossible for such a person to be ignorant of Dumbledore's interpersonal relationships. After all, if the other party wants to do something in the UK, he always has to cross the mountain of Dumbledore.

The Potter family has a close relationship with Dumbledore. Although neither side has made any public statements, they have not deliberately concealed it. It will not be difficult to investigate.

And now, such an important position as the head of the British office has been handed over to James without any hindrance - this can almost be regarded as handed over to Dumbledore.

If the other party wants to make some small actions through this office, it is unrealistic to hide from their new boss, that is to say, their small actions will be displayed in front of Dumbledore's eyes at a glance.

This is unscientific... Sean frowned and muttered Unless, both themselves and Hermione's judgments are all wrong-Wizards United Guard is dedicated to the people and wants to change the wizarding society They really want to win more rights for civilian wizards. Therefore, it is natural that the position of the person in charge is handed over to James.

No... Sean narrowed his eyes, and Bella's message also mentioned that James was directly served by Fudge, and he just held a fake discussion meeting with several senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, James' appointment letter came straight down.

This is not in line with the status quo, especially since the news of Dumbledore's dissatisfaction with Fudge has already spread in the UK. According to Fudge's character, he will not think about repairing the relationship between the two, and it is the politician who tries to suppress Dumbledore. of choice.

If Fudge had no choice, it would show that James' appointment was intentional - but Sean never understood why the other party placed Dumbledore's confidant in such a critical position...

A few days later, Sean saw a new message.

"Sorcerer's United Guard - Strike hard! Jobs Aiken, the uncle of the contemporary head of the French Aiken family, was arrested in his Paris villa for illegal acts fifteen years ago!"