Chapter 13: The Wrongdoer (2)
By the time I took the elevator to the Auror office, it was already seven o'clock in the morning. Harry smiled and said good morning to his men as he walked to his desk. He had seen his friend Ron waiting for him.
"Hey, Harry, you don't know what I dreamed about last night!"
The friend he had known for more than twenty years jumped over and winked at himself, causing Harry to sigh with something in his mind. Obviously he is already a person who has children, why is he still as noisy as a child?
"Jaime said that to me half an hour ago."
"Uh...... Ahem, aha, there must be a lot of business today, Harry. ”
Ron coughed twice and quickly turned his head to the side, but Harry noticed that Ron's ears were already as red and shiny as his hair.
"yes."
Harry rubbed his eyebrows, trying to get rid of the mess that had come to mind in the morning: "Alexander Garfield, the dark magician caught yesterday, needs to be interrogated, it has taken months to arrest him alone, I hope I can interrogate him and find something useful." And there are a lot of people involved in Lynn's case, so we're going to send a few new people to visit those magic families...... Barthomero's side will ask you for you. ”
"Hey, wait a minute, Harry." Ron's face was a little bad: "Why did you arrange for me to go to Barsermero?" ”
The Barsermelo family is not only one of the thirteen lords of the Clock Tower, but also the direct leaders of the Law and Political Section, and if it weren't for the fact that Her Excellency the Queen of the Clock Tower is more willing to practice magic than to deal with chores, the Minister of Magic would not have been Kingsley's turn at all. Rao is so, she actually has more control over the Department of Law and Political Science here than Kingsley.
Letting Ron go to Barsermero's house to investigate is as difficult as getting the police to meet the prime minister without being invited, and this prime minister is still a temperamental and super strong, and in her opinion, maybe there is no one in the Auror office who can fight.
Except for Harry.
"Because I also have other jobs, I worked well with the fire rat shop last time, and I also have the credit for catching Alexander Garfield, maybe we are working on a few handfuls, and this year's workload can be reduced a lot, and this Easter may be able to eat turkey with the children."
When to hear the Easter turkey...... No, it was Ron who wanted to say something when he heard the children, and nodded silently. This is the daily life of the guardians of the Tower of Hours, fighting with the dangerous black magicians, coordinating with the magic family who is even more dangerous than the black magicians, not only risking their lives all the time, but everyone in the Kraken Coin has to be nervous, and it is even difficult to reunite with their families when things come.
Harry couldn't remember the last time he had a holiday with his family, and neither was Ron, and because of the nature of the Aurors, there weren't too many people involved in the industry, and it wasn't even possible to take turns like cops.
That's the price.
"Okay, I agree." Although he was still very afraid of the people of the Barthmelo family, Ron nodded in agreement. At this moment, a strange knock suddenly echoed throughout the office.
"Dang, dang."
The sound was not loud, but it seemed to have a magical power that silenced the entire office, and the young Aurors looked at the door with blank expressions, and the older Aurors were shocked.
"Excuse me, this is the Auror office, right?"
Walking in was a woman, and no matter how you evaluate it, this kimono woman with long black hair is a beauty who can attract the attention of every man.
Harry's face sank. He knew the woman, who had taken Lynn with a group of Dementors with just yesterday. Although she was supposed to be a colleague with herself, it didn't mean that Harry liked this woman who was weird all over her body. There must be nothing good going on in the people of the Department of Mysteries, this is the common sense of the Auror office.
The woman seemed to clear her throat for a moment, then spoke.
"The Seal Designation Department needs to join forces with the Mystic Division to 'deal with' a certain family, and given that the trump card of the Seal Designation Department is not in the Tower all year round, the Mystic Division is here...... I'm sorry, but due to some unexpected reasons, I'm temporarily understaffed, so I've asked me to recruit some Aurors. Don't know who has time? Or ......"
Reiri Kano turned his gaze back to Harry, and he could clearly see a malicious smile in the pupils under those glasses.
"The savior of the Magic Association, can you come with us?"
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Harry knew better than anyone what the Seal Designated Department was for.
In the name of "protection", imprison, contain, and arrest magicians with "absolutely irreproducible" talents, or bloodlines that are about to disappear, and collect those precious magicians who are completely irreproducible once they are lost, as treasures, and then study them.
In a sense, it is no different from the death penalty.
The junior he knew had been designated by the seal, and was tortured as an experiment for a year because of the Dead Apostle's immortal body. There were also those that Harry didn't know, just because of the peculiar nature of magic, they were contained and protected, and became exhibits for others to learn magic.
For the Magic Society, it is good to keep things that are "destined to die", and it is absolutely vicious to waste them. And for those who are designated by the seal, it is eternal calamity. When the person designated by the seal comes to them, no one without exception is willing to accept this fate, so it takes a lot of strength to capture the person designated by the seal.
It's just that Harry never imagined that he would one day be able to become the designated executor of the seal.
"Which family broke the taboo of the Chronometer Tower?"
Harry gave a mocking smile as he walked with Reiri Kano.
"The Bitvia family is only a small family of about three hundred years. The last time the seal designated to encircle and suppress the Akalin family, I found that this family seemed to be nearing the end of its life, and their unique cup magic was about to be lost in the hands of the last heir, so they had to seal and designate. ”
The woman's delicate face showed a look of pity.
"It's really sad, it's been three hundred years, but I was caught because of this kind of thing."
"Isn't that the norm? For the Magic Society. Harry said.
"yes, normal." Ryori Kano glanced at Harry, and a dangerous smile bloomed on his bewitching face, "But, Mr. Potter, aren't you enjoying the benefits of this seal?" ”
"All the knowledge we have gained from the objects designated by the seal is public, that is, nearly one-third of the content taught by the twelve factions is now extracted from those designated objects by the seal, except for the information compiled and disclosed by the lecturers themselves. The same is true of Hogwarts, although the library there is unusually large, but Mr. Potter, you have not thought about how magicians based on [Keeping Mysterious] can write so much knowledge? There will be a fault line in the family inheritance of magic, whether it is 300 years or 500 years, the magician will not find a suitable successor after all, and those magic tricks will just be covered up in the dust of history, and then forgotten by people with the development of science and technology. ”
"The advantage of the seal designation is this, to preserve those moments that are destined to pass, to share everything with others, so that the mystery will not be forgotten, and the great talent will be passed on. You say not? Mr. Potter. ”
Harry was silent.
The inheritance of magic is also dark, and regardless of the almost cursed things like magic engravings, such as open-ended classes such as the Clock Tower, will inevitably plunder the knowledge of others and spread out the mysteries that are not much in the first place. Who will expose their secrets? The role of the seal designation came out again, and most of the lecturers could mix their own magic theories with the knowledge of the sealed "precious treasures" to teach the students without any scruples, and the students absorbed the knowledge of those "treasures" and passed them on step by stepping on their corpses.
"So...... Where is justice......"
The dark magicians that the Aurors have to deal with are generally dangerous, peace-disturbing weirdos. But the hidden magicians are not. They will only indulge in the magic path, and will never stop immersing themselves in the magic workshop to study the way to the root. It can be said that the threat to the outside is zero.
How could the "Demon King" hiding in the castle pose a threat to the villagers?
"Justice? Hehe, I didn't expect you to be confused about justice. There is only one point in the righteousness of the association, and that is the inheritance of the demonic path - the possibility of reaching the root. This is the only thing that all magicians can agree on. ”
(No, there must be something wrong...... )
"So killing a few people who are in the way, hiding the magic association as much as possible, or sealing and designating, passing on the magic that may disappear, that is our justice ......"
(This justice...... Something must be wrong...... )
"You should be clear about the price of this cheapness. Well, just as Alaya will find a guardian to defend herself, isn't that the point of the Magic Society's establishment of the Law and Political Science Section? Ah, Mr. Potter, here it is. ”
(Killing the wicked can protect peace...... But kill innocent people...... Can peace really be kept? )
Harry closed his eyes and reopened them again, a hint of confusion in those emerald eyes.
"So, where is the place of justice?"
The Brave (Harry) raises his sword (wand) and, with his whisper, shatters the castle (workshop) of the Demon King (the designated seal).
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PS: Update played a little...... Forget it, I don't have to be full attendance anyway (chin support)