Chapter 272： public opinion

After the deal with Fudge was completed, Mike was released from his cell by Fudge. https://

At Fudge's warm invitation, he did not go home directly, but visited some places in the Ministry of Magic that ordinary people could not see with Fudge.

Such as the death penalty room.

It was a very strange place. There were only a few chairs and a shabby curtain hung on a wooden shelf in a spacious room.

According to Fudge, this is the curtain of the other side. Any creature that passes through this curtain will die and the soul will reach the other side.

This is the exclusive treasure of the British Ministry of Magic. Although the Ministry of Magic in other countries also used similar things to execute prisoners, they are not as precious as this curtain on the other side.

Just like the death penalty table of the Ministry of Magic in the United States is a water that is bottomless and like mercury, as long as anything is submerged in this pool of water, it will be instantly melted.

Does this thing sound much stronger than the curtain of the other side?

But in reality, it is difficult to talk about the veil of the other side.

After all, what the Wangchishui wiped out was the pure soul.

Mike knew why Fudge was taking him here, just to warn himself and let himself know what it would be like to fight against the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge's hand may be useful on an ordinary person, but for a monster like Mike whose mental age is much older than his age, it is not a big deal.

It's just death.

I have seen a lot.

Not only that, Mike even wanted to laugh.

What other people want to regain is the strategy of slapping a sweet date, but in Fudge's hands it is the other way around.

Perhaps because seeing Mike was not as scared as he expected, Fudge left after taking Mike to visit the death penalty room, leaving only the gentleman Hu and taking Mike to the guest room of the Ministry of Magic.

That gentleman Hu Zihuan dare not despise Mike now. The sentence Mike said in the cell just now scared him. Although Mike later said that he was joking, he used his experience in interrogating prisoners for so many years. Look, Mike's expression at that time didn't mean the least joking.

He really wants his life!

Thinking like this, Gentleman Bazi Hu couldn't help but step a little faster, and after taking Mike to the guest room, he quickly left.

In the early morning of the next day, Mike was awakened by two witches wearing Ministry of Magic uniforms. The two witches were not very old. They should be interns who had just graduated from Hogwarts. One of them was even I still feel a bit familiar, as if I have seen it in Hogwarts.

Seeing Mike wake up, the two witches blushed and leaned in silently, holding wet towels and other toiletries and a new set of wizard robes in their hands.

That meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Mike didn't know what Fudge was going to do, but he still enjoyed the treatment of getting up from the noble master blankly, and was then taken to an aisle next to the Ministry of Magic hall.

Here, Fudge and some other officials are already waiting.

"You should memorize the manuscript for you by heart?"

"What manuscript?"

Mike looked at Fudge with a puzzled look.

Upon seeing this, Fudge patted his forehead sharply, suppressed his anger and pressed it to Mike's ear.

"We signed the contract! Now the reporters are waiting outside. If you mess up for me, you will know the consequences."

"You never gave me any manuscript." Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "And, please remember! I am not the group of kowtows under your hand, we are a cooperative relationship, Lord Minister!"

Fudge was furious when he heard this, and just about to say something, a young official opened the door and said breathlessly

"My Lord, the time is coming."

Fudge suffocated, snorted coldly, and quickly reduced the anger on his face, changed the kind smile as usual, and took Mike to push open the golden door in the room.

This is the lobby of the Ministry of Magic, and Mike visited Abbott once during his vacation.

Just like the time, there is still a busy scene with people coming and going.

But the only difference is that the people here today are not employees of the Ministry of Magic, but reporters from various newspapers.

Mike found that the magical wizard reporters and those Muggle reporters were no different when facing big news. When he and Fudge and others appeared in the lobby, the group of reporters who were still chatting instantly seemed like The piranha, which smelled the **** smell, pounced.

"My Excellency, what do you think of the riots that took place in the Quidditch World Cup."

"Mr. Minister, I think many victims are planning to sue the Ministry of Magic. What do you think of this."

"Mr. Tomley, were you tortured during your detention by the Ministry of Magic? Does the Ministry want to be beaten?"

...

The wands that had been released the recording spell were stretched out in front of Fudge and Mike, and there were more people holding their magic cameras to take pictures.

Mike who saw this scene for the first time swallowed his mouth and was about to answer the question just now but was interrupted by Fudge.

"Everyone, please keep order, please trust the Ministry of Magic, I will give everyone a satisfactory answer."

As soon as this remark came out, the originally noisy hall immediately quieted down, and the reporters who were still outraged at first also shut up.

This is not surprising. What appeared in front of Mike was clearly a press conference to solve the public opinion storm since.

And reporters who are really dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic will not be included in this level of press conference.

In other words, all the reporters present today, regardless of their attitudes, are actually invited by the Ministry of Magic, that is, to help the Ministry wash the ground.

"First of all, I am very indignant about the terrorist attack in the Quidditch World Cup. Although there is no news of those thugs for the time being, I swear that we will... (Ten thousand words are omitted here)."

After an hour, Mike, who was about to be bald, finally got the chance to speak.

The sleepy reporters who were tortured by Fudge's tirades also cheered up.

You know, although they are invited by the Ministry of Magic to wash the ground, they are also eager for big news.

And compared to the old and cunning Fudge, Mike, a young wizard who is still under age, is obviously more likely to make some big news without covering up.

So, under a pair of expectant eyes, Mike raised his wand to his throat.

"Uh, I'm fine."

After speaking, Mike dismissed the loud curse, and stood beside Fudge without expression.

Journalists...

Fudge...

officers……

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

At this time, Fudge was the first to react and began to applaud.

"Fuck!"

The crisp applause was like a start button, and everyone in the room instantly reacted and began to applaud.

There are even shameless people in the crowd applauding.

Mike's face slipped with cold sweat.

He is also desperate, what can he do without memorizing the manuscript?

On the other side, Fudge smiled happily.

He was very clear about the truth that many words must be lost, so he was very desperate when he knew that Mike did not go back to the manuscript, because Mike's speech at the meeting was likely to be caught and used to attack the Ministry of Magic.

But now it seems that although the scene is embarrassing, Mike still knows it well!

Since you are afraid of saying the wrong thing, just talk as little as possible!

Thinking of this, Fudge's face smiled even brighter.

...

Two hours later, Mike lay on the sofa of Godric Valley's own villa with Ge You lying down.

The press conference just now put him very tired.

Although he said four words from beginning to end.

But very tired.

Tired.

Especially to deal with this large group of people.

Mike reluctantly raised his head and glanced at the people in front of him.

Harry Ron, the Weasley brothers, all members of Freemasonry, Professor Flivy...

Hey, my heart is even more tired.

"Mike! It's great that you're okay!" This is Harry.

"I've already said that Mike will be fine, you are completely worried." This is George and Fred.

"Now you are a great hero." Of course it is Ron who is sour.

Mike waved his hand as if it were a reply.

At this time, Penello took a large stack of newspapers and came to Mike's side and sat down.

"Come and see, the entire wizarding world is going crazy for this time."

Hearing that Mike barely cheered up, he took the newspaper and looked through it.

"Shock! A 14-year-old boy came forward after a terrorist attack in the Quidditch World Cup! Rout the thugs! 》

"Shameful and thrown abroad! The views of the Ministers of Magic of France, the United States and other countries on this terrorist attack are ironic! 》

"If you can't cure terrorists, can't you cure?" The young hero who has saved tens of thousands of people has been seized by the Ministry of Magic! 》

"As usual, should black magic be banned? Whether the spell controls the wizard or the wizard controls the spell. 》

...

Mike's indifferent expression was still on the coffee table.

The reports on this side are not nutritious.

He can even guess the content by just looking at the title.

It's nothing more than pretending to be heartbroken and having a deep hatred with the Ministry of Magic to spray the Ministry of Magic.

But if you want to say how much these journalists who write the manuscript really hate the Ministry, that's not true.

All they need is the sales of newspapers.

In other words, readers write what they like to watch.

It can also be seen from this that the prestige of the Ministry of Magic has almost ceased to exist after this incident.

After all, this time it happened at the Quidditch World Cup, an international event.

This is equivalent to the Muggle World Olympics. The beard hijacked a plane and crashed into the stadium.

This will not only make other countries look at jokes, but also their citizens will lose their sense of security.

Many people have fled this country during Voldemort's time. For more than a decade, the Ministry of Magic has been trying to change people's inherent impression of a corrupt country, wanting to make the name of the country feel safe, and also want those who fled to other countries. Come back again.

In the past ten years, they have done very well.

But now, it's all ruined.

Just because a group of idle aristocrats got drunk.

‘The magic world of the rotten country is rotten. ’

Mike pulled out a nice smile from the corner of his mouth, stretched his waist and continued to lie on the sofa.

These have nothing to do with him.

"Mike. Don't blame Hermione, she's doing it for you." Harry leaned over and said embarrassedly, "Hermione explained to us about the dark arts, and we all hope that you can stop Use black magic."

Mackie raised his head and looked at Harry with straight eyes.

Harry seemed to be frightened, his neck shrank and he stopped talking, but his eyes kept drifting towards Penello's body.

"Oh, Mike. If you can use black magic in the future, don't use it. After all, this is not a good thing. The reason why black magic is forbidden to use is because it can change the mind of the user and gradually make people crazy."

Upon seeing this, Penello said softly.

Harry nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice.

By the way, the three brothers Weasley also cast concerned eyes.

Mike's eyes scanned the three of them back and forth.

He can cite many reasons to refute their theory.

For example, one's mental power is very strong, and he has a high degree of Occlumency, as long as the frequency of use is not too high, using some black magic will not cause any serious consequences.

But after thinking for a while, he dismissed the idea of ​​arguing with them.

Said with a smile

"Okay."

Hearing that, the original serious atmosphere in the villa has also eased.

Everyone was laughing, only Professor Flivy's eyebrows were still frowning.

He felt that he couldn't see through Mike anymore. The student he most valued in front of him was a student trained as his own son. Now, something bad seems to have happened.

You know, that is the most difficult curse to control!

Moreover, the Lihuo Curse has always been recorded together with other black magic like the three unforgivable curses.

Mike can even use the fire curse so well, that black magic like the death curse Isn't it drizzle to use?

Thinking of this, Flivy had the urge to choke Black to death.

What book is this guy giving Mike a bad book? Give him black magic! ? Doesn't this make it clear that you want your good students to go wrong?

No way! I will never allow Mike to be a dark wizard!

Professor Flitwick sighed deeply, raised his head and looked at Mike seriously, and said

"Mike, although you used black magic this time to save innocent people, you still violated the ban on using magic outside the school. Therefore, you will be locked up after school starts."

"Yes...is there any school rules?" Mike was a little at a loss.

"some!"

Flivy looked serious.

He felt that the reason why Mike took the wrong path was entirely because he cared too little about him during this period.

So now, he decided that he must spend more time with Mike!

Go and teach Mike yourself, the truth of life!

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