Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 594 Multinational Ministerial Summit
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The French Minister of Magic became instantly angry and prepared to rush towards Mike.

Of course, this was just a pretense, and he was not stupid enough to challenge a legendary wizard.

He thought that since he was so excited, the others around him should have pulled him back.

But something embarrassing happened to him. Instead of going up to pull him up, the other ministers next to him looked at him as if they were watching a good show.

Under the gaze of everyone, the French Minister of Magic's running speed gradually became slower and slower, and finally he suddenly turned around and ran back to the corner where he had originally stood.

This funny scene caused a burst of laughter in the palace, and even Mike himself was amused by the behavior of the French Minister of Magic.

To which he could only say, You are so worthy of me, Frenchman!
And just as the laughter was going on, a loud explosion suddenly sounded.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and everyone looked in surprise at the woman who had created the cigarette that exploded - the President of the Magical Congress of the United States: Katherine Picquery.

I saw Piquili stood up from her seat and said expressionlessly:
"Is it really that funny? McTomley, laughing at the Minister of Magic of your neighboring country, is this the attitude you want to show us?"

"I think you'd better mind your own business first!" Mike grinned and said, "From what I know, some people still have shit stuck on their PGs!"

As soon as Mike said this, the palace became quiet in an instant, and the other Ministers of Magic around couldn't help but hold their breath, fearing that they would suddenly speak out and disturb the confrontation between the two big men.

The corners of Pikuili's eyes twitched slightly, but she quickly adjusted her mood and then began to laugh wildly, saying while laughing:
"Are you talking about the civil unrest in the American wizarding world? You don't think I really care about the chaos created by those beasts? If I want, I can wipe them out at any time!"

Picquery was not lying, and Mike, as a master of Legilimency, knew that very well.

At the same time, combined with some of the situations he had learned recently, Mike even believed that Picquari and the families behind him had been deliberately indulging Carlisle and others to create chaos.

The purpose is to consume the various war materials produced due to overcapacity.

Those big families don't care about the American wizarding world and the wizards living there. On the one hand, they sell all kinds of war materials to the Magical Congress of the United States, and on the other hand, they sell the same things to Carlisle and his rebel organization, making money from both ends and making a lot of war profits.

To be honest, these practices are very similar to those of the United States in the Muggle world, except that the United States in the Muggle world is smarter. Not only will they make money from war, they will also set the battlefield within the territories of other countries, so that they can preserve their interests to the greatest extent.

While Mike was thinking, Picquery attacked again.

She stared into Mike's eyes and said fiercely:

"Don't think I don't know, McTownley. It's you who has been secretly funding that damn vampire! You think you can defeat us by doing this? Dream on!"

After saying that, Picqueri grabbed the pipe, took a deep puff, and then exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

Then something shocking happened.

The cloud of smoke condensed in mid-air and began to twist and deform, eventually turning into a giant human hand that raised its middle finger to Mike.

Looking at the middle finger, Picqueri laughed out loud again. The sharp laughter echoed in the spacious palace, sounding so harsh.

The expression on Mike's face also became ugly. He stared at Picquili. He moved his fingers slightly and the big smoky hand moved again. It changed direction at an extremely fast speed, grabbed Picquili's neck and lifted her up.

Waves of painful whimpers came from Piquili's throat. She kicked her legs hard and tried to pull out the smoky hand with her hands to escape, but the smoky hand was as strong as an iron clamp.

Gradually, Picquili's sobbing became weaker and her face turned pale.

It was not until this time that the ministers of magic from the surrounding countries reacted. Some of them looked at Mike in horror, while others tried to use magic to deal with Picquarli.

Unfortunately, although they tried every possible means, they still failed in the end.

The magic of the legendary wizard cannot be solved by their limited magical attainments.

Finally, the white-bearded old man who was their leader could only turn his gaze to Mike again and said anxiously:

"Mr. McTownley, please forgive Catherine. She was just too excited."

Looking at the people around him who were either terrified or nervous, Mike knew that his purpose of establishing his authority had been achieved. He also had no intention of killing Picquery directly here, so he raised his hand and waved it as if nothing had happened.

"Pfft!"

The smoky hand disappeared in an instant, and Piquili fell to the ground with a dull sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Piquili began to cough, covering her neck, and the ministers around her anxiously came over.

Mike adjusted his tie and said to everyone with a smile on his face:
"Now, let's get to the point of this meeting. Who of you has any objection to me becoming the Minister of Magic of Ying Kingdom?"

Mike's voice was like a bell, instantly attracting everyone's attention, but before they could speak, Mike continued:

"Don't rush to answer. Think carefully. The one standing in front of you now is a legendary wizard. Are you sure you want to be an enemy of a legendary wizard?"

Mike's words made everyone's already unhappy faces even gloomier.

Legendary wizard, this is a term that gives you a splitting headache.

It’s not that they really can’t deal with a legendary wizard. In fact, as long as they are willing to pay the price, they can still find a way to imprison or kill a legendary wizard. Grindelwald is a good example.

But the problem is, this is a losing proposition.

The price to pay for destroying a legendary wizard is simply disproportionate to the benefits they can gain. If possible, no one would be willing to do such a stupid thing.

But the current situation is that they have reasons to fight against a legendary wizard like McTownley.

For a moment, the palace became quiet again, and even Picquili's painful cough was deliberately suppressed by her.

Looking at the hesitant expressions of these guys, a hint of doubt flashed in Mike's eyes.

This was completely different from what he had expected. Logically, these guys should have no reason to rebel against him. After all, who the Minister of Magic of the Kingdom was had nothing to do with them. It would not affect them anyway. They should just directly acknowledge Mike's right to rule, just like they did with Chris.

But now, they hesitated.

Mike was confused for a moment, but soon he came up with a hypothesis that could fully explain everything he saw.

'Could it be that my pro-Muggle policies are what have made the Ministers so hesitant?'

Mike's eyes suddenly lit up.

The Ministers of Magic before him were basically all of pure-blooded aristocrats.

It can be said that what they are standing here representing is not only their respective Ministries of Magic and their families, but also the interests of the entire pure-blood wizarding class.

And Mike promoted egalitarianism in Ying Country, causing great damage to the interests of the pure-blood wizards in Ying Country's magical world.

In Mike's opinion, these guys must be afraid that Mike might be a crazy idealist GM who wants to promote his egalitarianism to every corner of the world, thus causing the status of pure-blood wizards all over the world to plummet.

It is precisely because of this that they are so uncharacteristically disgusted with Mike becoming the Minister of Magic of Ying Kingdom.

After figuring this out, Mike's gloomy face broke into a smile. He paused and said to everyone:

"I know what you are worried about, but your worries are completely unnecessary. I don't care what happens to the Muggle wizards in your country. In fact, the so-called egalitarianism is just an excuse for me to take the position of Minister of Magic.

So, hurry up and express your opinion, don’t hesitate any longer.”

Upon hearing this, the Ministers of Magic of various countries looked at each other with doubtful expressions on their faces, especially Picquarli. She even ignored the pain in her neck and looked up and gave Mike a cold look.

However, her action was quickly stopped by the old man with white beard. The old man with white beard stood in front of Piqueri and stared at Mike for a long time, then nodded and said:

"I believe you, Mr. McTownley, and I don't need you to sign any contract, but I hope you can remember what you said here today. This will benefit both you and me."

After saying that, the old man saw Mike nod, and turned to look at the other Ministers of Magic.

After looking around and seeing that no one objected, he pointed at Mike and said in a solemn and serious tone:
"Well now, Mr. McTownley, I declare in the name of the President of the International Confederation of Magic that we recognize your right to rule over the Ministry of Magic of the United Kingdom. The Ministry of Magic of the United Kingdom under your leadership will have the same rights and obligations as in the past."

As he was speaking, the old man suddenly paused and continued:

"Especially obligations! Mr. McTomley, given your history of serious violations of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, I have to solemnly remind you and invite you not to do it again. I hope you can comply."

"As you wish, sir."

Mike said this expressionlessly, but in fact he was already very happy in his heart.

He came here this time to listen to their nonsense, and was even willing to swallow his anger just for the sake of restoring the Ministry of Magic of Ying Country's various rights such as foreign trade and entry and exit. Only after having these rights will his Ministry of Magic of Ying Country truly become a complete country and develop at a more astonishing speed.

As for abiding by the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy?
Don't be funny, Mike doesn't care about the feelings of the International Confederation of Wizards. As long as it is profitable, these things can be violated.

However, the first oath of not promoting egalitarianism can be observed.

Anyway, there is no need for this and Mike has no interest in that stuff. All he wants is the labor of Muggle wizards.

As for things like Muggle wizard labor, he didn't need to rely on preaching egalitarianism to obtain it.

As long as the lives of Muggle wizards in the Ying Kingdom's magical world can get better, Muggle wizards who are oppressed and discriminated against all over the world will automatically come to Ying Kingdom and willingly accept Mac's exploitation, which is slightly better than that of other pure-blood nobles.

The more Mike thought about his plan, the happier he became, and the more the corners of his mouth rose.

The white-bearded wizard and the other ministers smiled sincerely upon seeing this, which showed that this matter had been bothering them for a long time.

As he was laughing, Mike suddenly remembered something else, and immediately put on a serious face and said to the white-bearded wizard:
"By the way, do you know what a mysterious containment object is?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the palace, which had originally become joyful, stagnated again. Ministers from various countries looked at Mike with horror, as if what he had just said was something horrifying.

After a long silence, Picquery, who had recovered, chuckled disdainfully, and then Mike looked at her with displeasure.

Being stared at by Mike, Picqueri froze instantly, her face flushed, and she seemed to want to say something, but after a long stalemate, she couldn't say anything.

Finally, the white-bearded wizard stood up. He stood in front of Pikuili and said to Mike:

“The so-called mysterious objects in storage are actually a general term for those mysterious objects that have been contained by the Ministry of Magic.

As for mystics, that's our name for powerful magical items that are beyond our comprehension.

No one knows how these mysterious objects appear, and no one knows who made them. They may be a pen, a grass or a person, in short, they can be anything and are everywhere.

The only thing we know is that they all possess very strange powers.

Of course, there are differences between mysterious objects. Some mysterious objects are dangerous enough to cause great disasters, while others are beneficial and can be used to benefit mankind.

One of the important responsibilities of the Ministry of Magic when it was first established was to collect these mysterious objects, to contain and imprison those that were harmful, and to make good use of those that were beneficial.

Originally, your predecessor should have informed you of this matter after you took office. This is a very old tradition. Unfortunately, some unexpected circumstances occurred in your generation."

Mike nodded. What the white-bearded wizard said was pretty much what he had guessed.

When the other party saw Mike nod, he continued:

"Of course, there are more things I need to tell you about the mysterious object. Anyway, we still have plenty of time, so please listen to me slowly."

(End of this chapter)