Chapter 201： Patent filing and photos

Noting where Mike's line of sight fell, Abbott explained:

"This is the Magic Brothers Fountain, symbolizing the friendship between wizards and horsemen and other intelligent magical creatures."

Mike noticed that Abbott’s tone was a bit ironic when he said this, and he understood what he meant.

On the surface, this fountain is a brothers fountain, but in fact it should be called a ‘fake fountain’.

In the real world, horses and fairies do not worship human wizards at all, and some only have endless hatred. Similarly, most wizards have no respect for these magical creatures that also have wisdom, but continue to discriminate and abuse them, treating them as beasts.

Mike felt deeply about this. The horsemen living in the Forbidden Forest were full of hatred towards humans. In fact, the horsemen in the Forbidden Forest had much better living conditions than the horsemen outside. The wizards would beat and scold these magical creatures if they were uncomfortable, and dared to resist and kill them on the spot.

Due to the existence of wizards' infinite defense rights to magical creatures, the magical creature protection law is basically useless, and wizards can slaughter these magical creatures wantonly if they find a reason.

The magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest generally have no such concerns, after all, they are covered by Dumbledore.

In fact, they have been multiplying in the forbidden forest for several generations. It was not until Mike arrived that they finally remembered the horror once dominated by humans.

Mike and Abbott walked to the security checkpoint in the depths of the main hall. Anyone who came to the Ministry of Magic had to go through the security checkpoint at that security checkpoint, otherwise they could not enter the office area inside the Ministry.

When passing by the Magic Brothers fountain, Mike found that the bottom of the fountain’s pool was full of copper nats and silver sikes. Most of them were copper coins, with only a few silver coins mixed in. But strangely, Mike was not there. Jin Jialong was found inside.

The coins shone under the bright light in the main hall, and a sign was inserted on the edge of the pool, which read in English:

‘All the proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to the St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Injuries. ’

Abbott threw a Jin Jialong in, but Mike pouted when he saw this, and walked directly to the security checkpoint. He didn't follow Abbott and threw a Jin Jialong in.

He has seen enough of similar donation activities in his previous life. Most of the money collected from such activities will fall into the pockets of relevant personnel, and only a very small part will really be implemented. From the past two years in the wizarding society From the perspective of life experience, the moral level of wizards is not much higher than that of Muggles, so this donation is likely to be done.

As if to punish Mike for not donating money, a flash of lightning suddenly slipped past the glass ceiling of the main hall. Everyone felt that there was a flash of light in front of them and then heard the thunder of thunder.

Mike looked up and saw that there were already dark clouds outside the glass ceiling at this moment. Large drops of rain hit the glass ceiling, making a puff and puff sound. From time to time, there would be a flash of lightning sliding across the dark clouds, making a deafening sound. thunder.

Mike suddenly became a little confused. It was underground, and it was eight floors underground. Why could he still see the sky outside?

"This is just a trick. All the windows of the Ministry of Magic can see different weather, and the Magic Maintenance Office determines what weather you can see."

Abbott explained to Mike.

After listening to Mike, he stopped paying attention to it. Abbott was right. It was just a trick. All the sights they saw were artificial fakes.

Compared to the magic of the ceiling of Hogwarts Auditorium, which can reflect the real scene outside the castle in real time, this method is really not worth mentioning.

After finally completing the security check, Mike and Abbot finally passed the security checkpoint. At this moment, what appeared in front of them was a row of golden doors. Behind these doors was a passage leading to at least twenty elevators.

Patent filing is under the jurisdiction of the International Magic Cooperation Department, so Mike sat on an elevator leading to the International Magic Trade Standard Association, a subordinate of the International Magic Cooperation Department on the eighth floor, under the leadership of Abbott.

After taking the elevator to the destination, Mike was a little dumbfounded.

It turned out that the so-called International Magic Trade Standards Association had only one big counter with three middle-aged witches serving as receptions. The guests who come here to handle business are also very qualified, very consciously lined up in three long queues.

Looking at the three amazingly long teams, Mike was secretly surprised.

Mike and Abbott naturally didn't need to line up. After Abbott expressed his identity with one of the middle-aged witches, he bypassed the counter and walked to an office behind.

The people who were standing in line became dissatisfied when they saw this, and began to talk with all kinds of microphones that could not understand them.

Mike and Abbott didn't understand either. Although they knew they were definitely not good things, they walked into the office as if they hadn't heard them.

In the office, a middle-aged bald wizard with a big belly is sitting behind a desk drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. In the corner of the room, there is a small desk. A beautiful brown-haired woman in a lady's suit with a delicate face is sitting behind the desk busy handling the documents piled up in front of her as high as a hill.

"Oh! Abbott, you are finally here. I thought you were going to let me dove again today." The middle-aged wizard put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up and greeted enthusiastically, "and this one must be The hero of Hogwarts, the duel king, Mr. McTorley, is really young and promising. Not only is he strong at a young age, he also invented the wonderful drink of Dolphin Magic Drink!"

"The chairman is absurd, I'm just lucky."

Mike frowned slightly, and formatted with modesty. But he was very puzzled in his heart, how did the president of the International Trade Standards Association know about the Hogwarts duel? Did he also participate in that unique?

But in this situation, Mike naturally wouldn't ask such a question directly, so the three of them finally got to the topic after a moment of greeting.

"Mr. President, I don't know what happened to the things we ordered earlier?"

"Don't you worry about me doing something? I've already prepared it for you." The middle-aged wizard took out a dozen files from the drawer and handed it to Mike. "No, it's here. Now I only need Tony You can enter the file after signing the magic signature."

Mike looked at this document carefully and found that it was a pure patent application, and it also contained all the documents from the initial patent application submission form to the final patent claim form, which originally required several The documents of the Moon Process are now all lying in front of Mike, and now as long as he signs his magic signature, the patent of Dolphin Magic Drink is his.

Holding the magic wand and signing his name on the documents, Mike handed the dozens of documents back to the middle-aged wizard, and the middle-aged wizard gave another patent certificate after confirming that it was correct. Mike.

"Congratulations, Mr. Tonley, the Dolphin Magic Drink is yours."

The middle-aged wizard shook hands with Abbott and Mike one after another. The extremely powerful Mike heard him shook hands with Abbott and said in an inaudible voice: "Mr. Foley, my son Jinao What happened to the Luo army..."

Abbott didn't reply to this, but after secretly making an ok gesture, he took Mike out of the office with the enthusiasm of the middle-aged fat bald wizard.

The conversation between them made Mike more firm in his inner view of the ideological and moral construction of wizards, and it was right not to put money in the fountain before.

"Okay, it's finally over, let's go home quickly." After walking out of the office, Abbot snapped his fingers and said, "Today's lunch we prepared a lot of ingredients that you have never heard of. You will never be disappointed. !"

His words aroused Mike's interest. You must know that Mike is also a glutton, and he has eaten a lot of all kinds of strange things, so he has doubts about what Abbott said.

But then he remembered that this was in the wizarding world, and there were magical creatures here, so what Abbott was talking about should be magical creatures.

"You are not talking about God..."

Abbott covered his mouth just halfway through what Mike said.

I saw that Abbot looked around in a panic, and breathed a sigh of relief when no one noticed them.

"Hush, just know it in your heart, don't say it." Abbott whispered, "The public said that this is not good. Many magical creatures are now protected creatures, so you know."

Abbott whispered a big push in Mike's ear, and finally saw Mike nod his head before slowly letting go.

Next, Mike didn't talk about it anymore, but he was curious about today's dinner.

Although he has been in the wizarding world for two years, he has never felt the wonder of the wizarding world in terms of food. The food eaten in Hogwarts has always been some very common Muggle food, and he does not know how to use magic. Is the food made by living things exceptionally delicious?

Mike and Abbott accelerated to leave the overcrowded International Magic Trade Standards Association, but this time Abbott did not take Mike back to the main hall by the elevator before, but directly transferred to the Auror office on the second floor.

The second floor of the British Ministry of Magic is the office space belonging to the Magic Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic, and the Auror Office is an important force department under the Magic Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic.

Since the first floor is the Office of the Minister of Magic, and the Magic Law Enforcement Department is generally not open to the public, when he came here, Mike suddenly found that there were a lot of people coming and going.

But Abbott seemed to have arrived at his own home, almost everyone they met along the way would greet Abbott.

But Mike was not surprised by this, after all, although Abbott himself was only an Auror team leader, his father was the second in command in the Auror army. It would be strange if others didn't flatter him.

Abbott then used his privileges as the son of the deputy director of the Auror office to directly use his father's Uncle Mario's dedicated fireplace to return to his manor, saving the time to go to the main hall to line up to use the fireplace.

Mike couldn't understand this. Since there is a special fireplace for it, why did they teleport to the main hall before?

But he didn't ask Abbott either. After all, this was just a trivial matter.

However, the fact is that now his mind is full of magical creature feasts, and he hasn't put his mind here at all.

Because it was a dedicated fireplace, Mike and Abbott were directed and sent directly to Uncle Mario's study.

When the two of them cleaned up the dust on their bodies and came to the living room, they found that Professor Flitwick and Uncle Mario had already returned from the raven house.

"Mike, you guys are finally back." Uncle Mario said enthusiastically, "Me and Felius are talking about you, come and have a look!"

Hearing that although Mike felt a little inexplicable, he leaned forward and took a newspaper from Uncle Mario and read it.

From this look, Mike instantly understood why the previous association president knew himself.

I saw the magical photo of Mike holding the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award with Dumbledore on the paper and this photo is also exceptionally huge, occupying almost half of the page.

And below this photo, a much smaller photo was posted, exactly where he defeated Cedric in the duel finals. I don’t know when they took it.

The rest of the newspaper's spare space was all occupied by densely packed English letters. Mike took a closer look and realized that all of this was actually about himself.

The above not only mentioned Mike's amazing talents and strength, but also directly referred to Mike as the person with the best academic performance in the grade. If Hermione saw this paragraph, she would definitely not sleep for a few days and nights.

The gorgeous words and exaggerated rhetoric used in this report made Mike's weather-beaten old face blush.

Looking at the signature of this report, I saw a familiar name, Rita Skeeter.

Mike was relieved the moment he saw this name. It is true that people who are good at writing black manuscripts are also a must when they write hype essays. As soon as this exaggerated report comes out, I believe that the Daily Prophet is the number one newspaper in the wizarding world. There will be many ignorant and blind followers who think that Mike is as perfect as written above.

Smiling and shook his head, Mike turned the newspaper one page. According to the layout of this report, there should be Rita Skeeter's interviews with other students in the school.

However, this turn was good, and Mike's smile suddenly froze.

On this side of the newspaper, there was a picture of the Weasley brothers and Ron. If this were the case, Mike would not be surprised. The most important thing was the little creature in Ron’s arms in the photo. .

That was Ron's pet, Scabbers.