Jingle Bell ......

Jingle Bell ......

The Ministry of Magic, the Office for the Prohibition of Abuse of Magic, has a wind chime hanging in front of the door, which was hung by Mafalda, and as a promiscuous administrator, it is her greatest hobby to set up her desk elegantly and attractively - but now she regrets dying.

Wind chimes are very temperamental when there are not many things.

But if there are a lot of things......

"Hopkirk, the Kent Silk Ripple, there are little wizards using magic!"

"Hopcock, Surrey, Harry Potter......"

"Oh, dear Mafalda, why are you still sitting here? Hurry up, a little wizard named Penelo Kerivat needs to be brought in for interrogation! ”

"Hopkirk, don't go yet, send another letter, this time it's the Berkshire ......"

"What's going on, today, so many children who break the law......"

“……”

Mafalda felt like her head was going to explode.

It's only half a morning.

In the United Kingdom, there have been 26 cases of minor wizards violating the Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards Act and the International Federation of Wizards Secrecy Act.

That meant she sent 26 emails in two hours.

There are not enough owls in the subordinate office.

She even had to borrow it from the office next door.

What's even more excessive is ......

This group of little wizards simply did not change their ways, like Ringo Shelby, and offended three times in one breath, so that in two hours, without even touching the office chair, she went to work nine times in a row, brought nine young wizards over for interrogation, and sent five away again during the process.

- Because people have been misunderstood!

And!

And that's just her responsibility.

To know......

In addition to her, there are three operators and a director of the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, and none of them are idle......

"What's going on? These people can't learn from that Shelby, right? ”

Finally, when she caught a free person, she complained to the registrar in front of the counter when she came to register.

And then in the registrar's look of "don't you read the newspaper".

Took a newspaper.

Except for that black-haired headline.

There is also the content of the registrar marked in red:

"Ringo Shelby believes that it is unfair to rely on traces to judge young wizards for breaking the law, because pure-blood young wizards are protected by their families and are never warned; But half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards are not only not allowed to use magic themselves, but even at home, they are the parents of wizards, or the wizarding friends they come to socialize can't use magic, and if they do, they will receive a 'fire' warning......"

"But it's no secret that Death Eaters are mostly pure-bloods."

"Today when the mystery man is about to return."

"Cornelius Fudge first wanted to hide the news of the return of the mysterious man, and now he is using the traces to hunt down half-bloods, Muggle-born wizards, and his purpose is ......"

"What is it?"

"Here, Ringo Shelby calls on half-bloods and Muggle-born wizards to fight for their rights: they want the right to cast spells in their own homes!"

Syllable!

Mafalda, who had finished reading it in a hurry, returned the newspaper.

Then there was a tingling of the scalp.

As a bastard.

She suddenly realized that she seemed to be involved in a political turmoil, and this turmoil was set off by a little wizard.

Little Wizard ......

Is he really a little wizard?

This means......

Stronger than most adult wizards, even Ministry of Magic operatives......

I just hope no one responds to him anymore!

With that in mind, Mafalda re-led the Asian girl named "Cho Zhang" to the interrogation room.

Watch her leave.

The registrar at the counter shook his head: "It's so pitiful, I guess they have to be busy to death these days, and they have offended people!" ”

"You pity her?" The colleague on the side pouted when he heard this, "Please, let's take care of ourselves first." ”

"Huh?"

"Uh-huh? They arrest people, we can't register? And they caught the little wizard, the little wizard was caught, will the parents give up? What's more...... "the older colleague sighed leisurely," "it's not just their business anymore. ”

"The newspaper comment section has been opened."

"And ......"

"There are quite a few famous wizards who have been pulled into the water...... The hateful group of journalists......"

……

Farley's house.

Looking at the various newspapers, Farley looked at the pure-blood parents who had been persuaded several times but had not been persuaded.

After a moment of contemplation.

She began to write letters frantically, and after half an hour, handed a thick bag of letters to her owl: "Tracy, please, more than fifty letters in total, don't worry, I will sell you snacks......"

Hulala......

The owl flapped its wings and flew away.

It skimmed over the wastebasket.

You can vaguely see the invalid letters inside, which are roughly inviting the other party to pay attention to the "trace incident" and "run" or "speak" for it......

……

Spider Tail Alley.

Snape looked at the letters in his hand, snorted, and tossed them aside.

He looked at the potion brewing on the side.

The fire has been extinguished.

The potion glowed with the fragrance that enchanted him.

He quickly put away the potions, and then prepared to head to Diagon Alley - as a potions master, he cooperated with the pharmacy on weekdays, and was one of the sources of potions obtained by the pharmacy.

However.

As soon as I went out, a flash of light flashed from outside.

The next moment a group of reporters appeared:

"Mr. Snape, are you concerned about Ringo Shelby's traces?"

"As a Potions professor, how do you see this student?"

"Do you think young wizards should be exempt from using magic at home?"

"Excuse me......"

Snape's brow furrowed immediately.

He stretched out his hands and tightened his black robes, then snorted coldly at the reporters, "For those fun-loving, mischievous, and unmotivated students, the so-called practice of spells is just a cover, they just blindly follow Shelby......"

"So you're against that—"

"However, I have to say that practicing spells at home in the days when the mystery man is about to return is a good option to prevent this group of idiots from wandering around......," Snape turned to look at the quills, "If you dare to distort what I say, I don't mind giving you a taste of those unique, wonderful potions that won't kill you but will definitely make you want to die......"

Reporter: "......"

……

Somewhere in a wizarding community.

Flitwick, who had just emerged, was blocked.

In desperation.

He had no choice but to say: "Shelby's approach is a bit reckless, but I also think that special situations should be treated specially, and now, the little wizards must practice spells, otherwise a summer vacation will be wasted, even if they have learned, they will forget ......"

……

Diagon Alley.

A black-robed man slowly walked towards Tumbledown Alley.

He has tattoos on his wrists.

It's a triangle with a circle and a vertical bar inside.

A moment later.

He walked through a group of shriveled wizards gathered together, as if throwing garbage, threw the newspaper in his hand in front of the group of wizards, and whispered, "Help him." ”

Syllable!

After a twist, he vanished......

……

Ministry of Magic.

The young registrar was saddened to find that the old man was right, and that he had already been pitiful for Mafalda.

Because he is worse than Mafalda.

In addition to sending letters and going out to take people, Mafalda can also move his body.

But he ......

But he hasn't been able to move for four hours, and he hasn't even drunk water during this time, for fear of being scolded for going to the toilet - of course, even so, he is still constantly disliked.

Because the counter is already full of people.

All sorts of things.

There were those who wore wizards' robes, and there were those who wore Muggle clothes; There are white, and there are black, and there are yellow...... They come in in all sorts of ways.

Red Phone Booth ......

Flushing toilet ......

Phantom Shifting ......

Floo Net Fireplace......

These things are constantly working, and people are coming in all the time.

"Hurry up and register, I want to see my child!"

"It's clear that the magic wasn't put by my child, why did you arrest him?"

"It's an abuse of power!"

"We gave you the power of the Ministry of Magic, so that you could persecute and harass my children?"

"What about Fudge? Get the hell out of here! ”

"Traitor! With the protection of the Death Eaters, he must be a Death Eater as well......"

"The three wizards in my family, just because my children are bound to traces, so that our husband and wife dare not use magic at home, why is the pure-blood family fine?"

"Unfair ......"

Hundreds of adult wizards waved newspapers in their hands, their faces angry, and they crowded to quickly register so they could find the person they were looking for......

In desperation.

The Auror office had to urgently transfer seven or eight Aurors to maintain order, and by the way, also help with registration.

And while they are busy.

Airspace.

Hundreds of owls fluttered their wings and flew from all directions, and although most of them were scattered, they still attracted many Muggles to stop by so often.

"So many owls?"

"What's going on? Look, those owls are clutching letters. ”

"Oh my God, owl delivery? It's not scientific! ”

"Does anyone have a camera? Shoot it, shoot it, it's a spectacle......"

"When the time comes, I'll send it to the TV station......

- "Forget it all"

- Muggle Shield

Several Aurors appeared here, waving their wands, quickly dispersing the Muggle crowd.

"You can't let owls fly up there, lure them down."

"Bastard! The mailbox is full! How can the mailbox be full? ”

"Of course not on weekdays, but now there is no manpower...... Logistics, logistics was also forbidden to abuse magic and the office called to help. ”

"Let's transfer people from other departments, I'll go to the minister."

Syllable!

……

Office of the Minister.

Fudge was sitting at his desk for an interview—the reporters in front of him were very quiet.

They didn't ask questions like other brutal journalists.

Instead, sit quietly.

"I hope you can understand one thing, that the Ministry of Magic will not compromise because of one person, that the Ministry of Magic is not a one-man Ministry of Magic, and that I, Connelly Fudge, should serve most wizards. ”

"And what do most wizards want? It is peace, it is stability, it is tranquility. ”

"That's why I'm the first to suppress the inaccurate news."

"In fact, after the news of that person's imminent return was verified to be true, I passed the announcement decision as soon as possible, and the majority of wizards should not be concealed."

"As for the trace ...... this time"

"That Shelby is just a kid's mess around, this system has been used for so long, there has never been a problem, and there has never been any other little wizard tossing, just him, and even deliberately appeared in the newspaper, for what? Famous! ”

"He looks young, but he is actually full of ambition at heart."

"I've seen a lot of this kind of person."

"Rest assured, I, Connelly, as the minister elected by the majority of wizards, will never bow my head for this kind of person-"

Katsa.

The door suddenly opened.

The assistant minister said with a panicked face: "Minister, you are still ...... Come out quickly, there are more and more people, if you don't deal with it, the hall will not be able to recruit, and those letters......"

"What letter?" Fudge frowned, "Didn't see that I was taking ......"

Bang!

An explosion came from outside the door.

Fudge was stunned.

Hurriedly walked out with reporters.

The next moment, he saw that a mailbox used to receive letters in the logistics area was damaged, and a mountain of letters was pouring out of it, and he subconsciously took one, only to see that it read "Suggestions on relaxing the supervision of traces in wizarding families".

"Humph! Someone must have put a copy spell on it. Glancing at his useless assistant, Fudge pulled out his wand and cast a spell on the pile of letters.

And then......

No change at all.

The letters kept pouring and falling in front of him, and it was clear that each letter was written differently, and even the name was different......

Fudge's face darkened.

He thought that he was still being photographed by the camera, and he couldn't help but open his mouth to explain.

But the words have not yet been spoken.

Syllable!

An Auror suddenly appeared, and said with a panicked face: "Minister, there are already more than 500 protesters gathered in the hall, and the number is still increasing...... And he said......"

"What else?"

"You are also said to be a Death Eater, a lackey of the mysterious people, a protector of a pure-blood family, a cowardly and incompetent bureaucrat who only bullies children, and if you can't give justice to the little wizards, they don't mind letting you go......"

Brush!

Fudge's face suddenly lost blood......