The memories that follow no longer have any advice, and many of them are just the stories of the three brothers. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The eldest stayed in Britain to educate himself and his two brothers and study wands, the second stayed in the Mediterranean to look after the family's lands while conducting his own magical research, and the third did not choose to go deep into the African continent after a trip to ancient Egypt. Head east with an equally adventurous Egyptian wizard.

Naturally, he had no interest in taking a closer look at their experiences, their research—these unique magical techniques were one of the reasons for making these memories alive. Skipped a large part of the memory, and only stayed for a moment when the Three Sacred Vessels were made.

It's a pity that there is nothing to gain, the production process of the Elder Wand can be imitated in modern times, but the real Elder Wand is thousands of years old, and the infinite skills learned cannot be replicated. The material of the Resurrection Stone was on the verge of extinction in Cadmus's time, and he may have used the last bit of material on Earth to create the Resurrection Stone. The invisibility cloak can be made into one, but its effect is not as obvious as the first two, and modern excellent wizards can hide themselves perfectly without the invisibility cloak.

The night passed in a flash, and Phoenix had only finished reading a portion of the memories from the beginning. Tired, he had to hurry back to the bedroom, and the rest of the memories could only be read little by little.

Sleeping until noon, he received a piece of bad news.

"What's going on, how did they find out about our informant?" asked Phoenix as soon as he walked into the office.

"Investigation, the Ministry of Magic is currently re-vetting all employees," Watson said unhurriedly, "Seist said, and the review has begun. Robaz passed the scrutiny, but there are a few I'm afraid it's hard because of their pedigree. ”

"It's a bit of a hassle," Phoenix rubbed his forehead, "and I don't care if they don't be too ruthless." ”

"They're spies, and when they accept a mission, they should think about the risks. Watson was relieved, and he didn't feel that those people had anything to save.

"You can't say that. Those who help me will always be rewarded by me. And there were a lot of people who helped me a lot this time, as well as the help that my father left for me. Watson's suggestion is not in line with Phoenix's long-standing behavior. Of course, he just tries his best to repay him, and if he can't do it, he won't have any psychological burden.

"But there's nothing you can do," Balder said to persuade him not to think too much, "whoever survives after the war should be rewarded well." We paid a big fee, just a transaction, nothing we both had to do. They're all adults who know what they're doing. ”

The portraits of other ancestors should also be reconciled.

On the other hand, Phoenix thought that there were many wizarding families in Britain who had just taken refuge in themselves, and the one who contributed the most was Greengrass and the Death Eater family that his father left to him. After the war, they naturally had glory and wealth, and there were many informants who served him, and they also had to be rewarded. Some of the family members who helped them during the Claus rebellion also had to be rewarded, so that the British meat was really not enough.

Only a handful of the Death Eaters took up positions in the Ministry of Magic, spying on Sinkenes and guaranteeing the enforcement of Voldemort's new laws. I'm afraid the general pattern of the Ministry of Magic after the war will not change much.

"No, I need to do something. Phoenix thought for a moment and had an idea, "Tomorrow, I'll go to the Ministry of Magic." ”

"What——! this is absolutely not going to work," Watson said in shock, "you are a sheep, young master." ”

"I know what I know, you don't have to worry," Phoenix raised his voice, suppressing the objections of the portraits,

He struggled to finish writing a few letters and asked Eden to deliver them immediately.

"I have the Elder Wand, and they won't be my match. Phoenix took out his Elder Wand and told the Ancestors to stop rambling, "I want to take this opportunity to split the British Ministry of Magic and think about it for the future." ”

"You defeated Dumbledore, it can't be. "They're not fooled.

"Dumbledore - how to put it, a good man. I didn't take it back roughly. "The true situation of the Elder Wand is known only to himself, and he is not going to tell anyone.

"But it's still dangerous, and it's not invincible to hold an Elder Wand. Watson persuaded bitterly.

"That's it," Phoenix didn't waver, "let me be quiet for a moment." ”

Watson looked at the portraits, and they were silent. There was no way, he had no choice but to retreat.

The next day, the Phantom of Phoenix came to a wide street, lined with majestic buildings, and the street was already full of traffic.

"What kind of place is this?" Phoenix looked around blankly, "Are you sure this is the Ministry of Magic, you've had a drink in the morning?" ”

Eden was already flapping his wings and flying away.

The Ministry of Magic now forbids anyone to enter and exit the Ministry directly with Floo Net or Apparition Shifter, all by 'flushing' it from a public toilet on the ground. He decided to enter through the guest entrance, but it seemed like a bad decision now.

Phoenix hesitated, then turned and turned into a fork in the road.

As he walked forward, the buildings on both sides of the street were less and less imposing than they had been before. Eventually, they came to a bleak side street with only a few run-down-looking offices, a tavern, and a dump truck that was about to overflow.

"Aha! Phoenix smugly walked into a dilapidated red phone booth with several pieces of glass missing, and a smeared wall clinging to it.

The phone hung crookedly from the wall, as if some vandal had tried to rip it off. Phoenix reached for the microphone.

"6-" he dialed the number, "2-4-4-2-"

As the dial turned back to its original position, a woman's indifferent voice sounded in the phone booth, but it didn't come from the microphone, it was loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing beside him.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and what to do. ”

"Hmm-" Phoenix said, "Phoenix Peverell, representative of the young wizards of the Wizengamot, I'm here to provoke - it's not appropriate, it's kind of accurate to turn myself in, I haven't given up the use of force-"

"Thank you," the woman said in an indifferent voice, and Phoenix, who hadn't thought of the lines yet, hung up directly.

The floor of the phone booth suddenly trembled. He slowly sank into the ground. Phoenix watched the sidewalk rise above the glass window of the phone booth until darkness finally fell above him. He couldn't see anything but the monotonous, shrill grinding sound of the phone booth sinking into the ground. After about a minute, a thin golden light hit his feet, and then the golden light gradually widened, expanding over his body, and finally hitting his face, and he had to blink his eyes vigorously to keep the tears from flowing.