Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 523: Letter from Krei

A few days later in the Masonic Secret Office, Mike was thinking about this question.

Although those witches kept shouting slogans about equal rights, it was not actually the case at all.

You should know that gender discrimination is actually very rare in the wizarding world. After all, this is a world with super strong personal martial arts. In an environment where there is no significant difference in the training progress of male and female wizards, gender discrimination has no soil to survive.

Just like Ms. McGonagall, the current Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts, a woman who possesses super powers and social status, no one would ever make a fuss about her gender.

So what these witches who joined the Los Santos Group actually wanted were more privileges. They were no different from the wizards and only saw benefits.

And this is exactly what Mike is worried about, because these witches are a double-edged sword!

Even though they are extremely powerful now and can often make the wizards speechless, if they are not used properly, they will backfire on their master Mike.

"call!"

Mike sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair.

Ultimately, it’s still because of lack of strength.

If Mike already had legendary power now, things wouldn't be so complicated at all.

At this moment, Franklin suddenly knocked on the door and entered the office, and said to Mike excitedly:
"Mike! You will never imagine what happened! Those crazy women actually said that the Magic Brothers Fountain in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic is a symbol of inequality and demanded that the Ministry of Magic remove the statue fountain!"

Mike burst out laughing when he heard this. He knew the Magic Brotherhood Fountain. It was actually a group of statues made up of centaurs, wizards, witches, house-elves and other creatures of different races. The official statement of the Ministry of Magic was that the existence of this group of statues represented the friendship between wizards and non-human intelligent life of various races.

But in reality, people of all races and even witches in the statue are fawning on the wizard in the center, making it impossible to feel the friendship between wizards and other creatures. Instead, it seems as if the wizards deliberately erected this statue in order to highlight their special status as rulers.

From this perspective, what the witches said was actually absolutely correct. The statue of the magic brothers was indeed a symbol of inequality.

Shaking his head, Mike smiled and said:

"Then let them go. Anyway, they are so powerful that the Ministry of Magic will definitely compromise in the end. Oh, yes. As allies, we should also support them. Then let someone publish another statement in The Quibbler to support them, saying that they strongly condemn the Ministry of Magic's behavior. As for other substantive help, don't give it, we just need to express our stance."

Franklin on the side nodded rapidly.

He has always been like this. He believes whatever Mike says. Although his intelligence is not weak, he seems to have completely abandoned his ability to think independently in the process of following Mike for so many years.

But in a sense, this is also a reflection of his high IQ.

Because of his unconditional obedience to Mike, he has become the person Mike trusts the most. Sometimes Mike will tell Franklin things that Penelope and Benjamin don't know.

"Oh, by the way. When I came here just now, I found your letter in the mailbox, so I brought it to you on the way." Franklin took out a large file bag from his pocket, glanced at the cover and said, "It seems to be from the United States. Take a look."

Mike perked up after hearing that. He thought carefully and realized that he didn't know many people in the United States, and the only one who would send him a letter was probably Abbot.

After opening the file bag, I found that the sender was indeed Abbott.

Like any other letter between friends, Abbott first gave Mike a routine greeting, but what he wrote next surprised Mike a little.

"…your deeds have spread to the United States. Now there is a guy named Claire who is leading a large group of vampires to carry out a movement similar to yours. To me, they are far inferior to you. Under the attack of the Magic Congress, they are basically no different from rats in the sewer. But things will probably change soon, because I heard that guy Kled has hooked up with Carlisle. I can hardly imagine what terrible things will happen when those two lunatics meet... Maybe it's time for me to go back to Ying Country to take shelter. The United States may be more dangerous than Ying Country in the future... By the way, Kled asked me to give you a large document. Don't worry, I haven't read it. I hope this can help you.

Your friend, Abt Foley."

Looking at Abbott's letter, Mike's mouth corners unconsciously rose.

The reason why he let Carlisle go was just on a whim. He didn't expect that the vampire would give him such a surprise. This is really... interesting!
"Is there anything interesting in the letter?"

Franklin asked curiously, but Mike just threw Abbott's letter away and looked through the remaining documents in the file bag.

Franklin, who was reading Abbott's letter, was also shocked by Carlyle's deeds and screamed, but at this moment Mike's expression became serious.

Because the document sent by the Cretos was exactly about the goods they were trading - information about the Flint family.

It has to be said that Kled is indeed an excellent intelligence businessman. The information he handed over was extremely detailed, recording almost all of the Flint family's overt actions in recent years.

But that's all.

The document didn't mention anything about the information Mike wanted, such as Chris's location.

But just when Mike was about to file the document with a disappointed look on his face, he found a thin piece of parchment in the file bag with a bunch of crooked words written on it.

"The goods have been sent to you. I hope you are satisfied. Of course, whether you are satisfied or not is none of my business, as long as you pay the money. In addition, I have heard about your deeds from Carlisle. I have to say that you are a really cute bastard, just as cute as my Scar! Well, in that case, I will give you an extra piece of information, no need to thank me!
Handsome, brave... (50 words omitted) the invincible General Krey!"

There was a big-footed lizard drawn below the signature on the parchment. Compared with the handwriting that looked like dog crawling, the level of this simple drawing was quite good, and Mike couldn't help nodding his head.

After looking at the lifelike lizard portrait for a while, Mike turned the parchment over. According to Kled, the information behind it should be the information he provided.

There was only one line of words written clearly on it:

"Voldemort has been seriously injured and is currently hiding in Hallsands to recover."

Mike stood up suddenly, which scared Franklin who was standing next to him. But when he turned around, he saw that Mike's face was filled with an excited smile, and his white teeth reflected a cold light under the light from the window!
"Gather the men immediately, we are going to prepare to go to Holsands Village!"

Hearing Mike's excited and somewhat distorted voice, Franklin didn't think too much about it. He responded decisively, left the office quickly and conveyed Mike's order!

……

At the same time, in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Kingsley conveyed Scrimgeour's intention to Dumbledore.

The atmosphere was a bit depressing, Dumbledore had remained silent since the beginning, which made Kingsley very uncomfortable, and he had to force himself to look at Dumbledore to divert his attention. When he looked carefully, he found that Dumbledore's appearance had changed a lot compared to the last time he met him. Although Dumbledore's hair and beard were white, they were still shiny and full of vitality.

Especially his well-maintained white beard, so silky and smooth that it is enviable.

But now, just a few weeks later, Dumbledore's hair and beard were as dry as weeds.

Not only that, Dumbledore's figure has also changed greatly.

Dumbledore was originally very tall. Although he was old, he was still strong. His well-proportioned figure would not leave anyone in any doubt about his physical condition.

But now his body is as thin as a bamboo pole, and even his cheeks are shriveled.

What was most shocking was his hands. His right hand, which was tied with white bandages, had become as thin as a chicken claw, forming a sharp contrast with his other hand!

"In other words, all the recent things happening outside were actually caused by Mike behind the scenes?"

Dumbledore's hoarse and slow voice startled Kingsley who was sizing him up. He shuddered and quickly replied:

"The trial document we released earlier about the three Aurors actually did not involve any fraud. Those three Aurors, especially the brown-haired Auror, were not good people. But they were under the control of some kind of spell at the time, so they did such a stupid thing. After a series of investigations, we believe that the Los Santos Group is a big suspect."

Dumbledore nodded slightly when he heard this. His eyes seemed to be unable to open, and his intermittent breathing made Kingsley very suspicious that he had fallen asleep.

"Scrimgeour wants you to give this McTownley a good beating so that he won't continue to cause trouble behind his back." Kingsley unconsciously slowed down his tone and said, "By the way, are you feeling well?"

"Don't worry, I won't die for now. But I'm afraid I can't do what Minister Scrimgeour requested."

"why?"

Dumbledore's eyes suddenly widened a little, and although his pupils were still cloudy, he looked much more energetic.

"Because he's no longer at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore said meaningfully.

"Why!?"

"Who knows? Anyway, he disappeared without any reason. Not only did he not ask for leave, he didn't even leave any message. Now I and other professors are discussing the punishment for his absence."

Kingsley was silent.

Such an answer was really unsatisfactory, and it would make people wonder whether Dumbledore was deliberately shielding McTominay. He could even guess that Scrimgeour would be furious after hearing the news.

While Kingsley was silent, Dumbledore asked:
"What's the situation at the Ministry of Magic now? Can it still hold up?"

"It's terrible." Kingsley said in a muffled voice. "Before, Voldemort suddenly went crazy and attacked the Ministry of Magic, causing us to lose many brothers. Now the armed forces available in the Ministry of Magic are no longer sufficient to deal with the growing rioting crowd. After discussion, Scrimgeour has decided to seek help from the International Magical Confederation. But I heard that the situation in the United States is not very good recently. It is estimated that only France and a few other small countries will take action."

"Really."

Dumbledore sighed softly, looking very sad.

In fact, this is indeed a sad thing for old people like them. You know, the former Ministry of Magic of Ying Country was the veritable world overlord. Except for Kunlun in the East, all magic organizations in other regions could only curl up under their shadow.

And now, this once giant has become so weak that it needs to seek help from other countries.

The world has really changed.

Dumbledore fell into reminiscing about the past, Kingsley remained silent, and the spacious office fell silent again, with only the portraits on the wall still snoring softly.

To be honest, Kingsley really wanted to ask Dumbledore if he would be willing to help the Ministry of Magic clean up the mess when things really got out of control.

This should be a very easy thing for Dumbledore, who possesses the world's highest military power.

But looking at the other person's weak and deformed body, Kingsley finally held back his words.

After a long time, he sighed deeply, stood up and said goodbye.

As soon as he left, Snape walked out from the shadows in the office.

He stood silently behind Dumbledore, while the latter took out a piece of letter paper and started writing.

"Things seem to be heading in the worst direction, what are you going to do?"

Snape's cold voice echoed in the office, but Dumbledore ignored it and continued to write.

This process was particularly difficult because Dumbledore's chicken-claw-like palm could not hold the slender feather pen.

After a long time, Dumbledore finished writing and gave the letter to the Phoenix Fawkes to deliver.

Taking this opportunity, Snape looked down curiously and saw that there was no signature on the parchment, just a line of crooked words written on it.

'How are you doing?'

Snape was silent. Dumbledore knew so many people that he really couldn't guess who the letter was sent to.

It was then that Dumbledore replied:
"Yeah, things are getting worse and worse, which really disappoints me."

(End of this chapter)