Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 599 The weather is so nice

Unlike ordinary flashlights that emit light vertically first and then spread out, the light emitted by the flashlight in Harry's hand spread out directly, resulting in the entire office being covered by a layer of faint blue light except for the small area where he was standing.

Under the shining light, Dumbledore's originally angry expression gradually became calm and peaceful, and finally he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The other portraits who were pretending to sleep and eavesdropping also fell into a real dream.

Seeing this, Harry nodded in satisfaction, turned off the flashlight and put it away.

According to the Death Cloak, with Harry's current abilities, even if he is Michael's best friend, he still has no chance of stealing the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone.

You know, Michael carries these two things with him now.

And it is impossible for Harry's strength to grow to the level where he can compete with Mike in a short period of time, so there is only one method left for them.

That is to take a different approach, search for a mysterious object, and use the strange properties of this magical entity called a mysterious object to steal the Deathly Hallows.

The flashlight that Harry just used was the mysterious object he had been looking for with the help of the Death Cloak during this period.

In order to obtain this mysterious object, Mike hid in the home of a otaku in southern Ireland for three days. Finally, he found it in the basement of the otaku's house while the otaku was too engrossed in playing games.

Its function is very simple, which is to erase memories. The amount of memory erased is controlled by the exposure time. Usually a whole day's memory can be erased directly in just one minute.

At first glance, the functionality of this flashlight seems a bit useless.

After all, wizards already have the Obliviate spell that can erase other people's memories.

But in fact, the ability of this flashlight is even more terrifying, because it can not only cause amnesia to creatures, but also cause amnesia to magical items or technological creations.

For example, if you use this flashlight to shine on an alarm clock that has a set time, then when the time comes, the alarm clock will completely forget about waking you up.

The portraits of Dumbledore and these past headmasters obviously cannot be separated from the category of magical objects, so they will also be affected by this mysterious object.

The light faded, and the place returned to its previous darkness. The huge principal's office was extremely quiet, with only the faint snoring of the portraits on the wall still faintly audible.

He heard Dumbledore's last words clearly, but he didn't care now.

Even if those 'they' mentioned by Dumbledore really intervened in this matter, even if those so-called ancient gods really led to the destruction of the world in the end, Harry would still fulfill his wish - to resurrect those people who should not have died.

My own parents, Professor Snape, Headmaster Dumbledore, Neville's parents, everyone in the Order of the Phoenix...

Harry knew very well that many of these people did not want to be resurrected, especially in such a costly way.

But Harry still didn't care.

As Harry said before, he has worked hard for others for more than ten years, and now it is time to live for himself.

'I resurrected you, and it has nothing to do with you. Whether you are grateful to me or hate me, it doesn't matter. Because I just want you to live.'

Thinking of this, Harry lowered his head, and finally looked around this office that he was very familiar with. Then he pushed open the door and walked out quietly.

In the long corridor outside the door, there was a faint beam of light across the ground.

Harry walked over slowly and saw a glass window embedded in the wall. It was only then that he realized that the sky outside had begun to turn white and the sun was about to rise as usual.

Looking at the red clouds on the horizon and the thin mist hanging over the Forbidden Forest, Harry instinctively took a deep breath.

Although he was still breathing the slightly turbid air in the castle, Harry felt relaxed and happy. He felt a sense of comfort for no reason, and the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily.

He had gotten the answer he wanted from Dumbledore, and even though the answer was somewhat unsatisfactory, it was enough for Harry.

At this moment, Harry suddenly didn't want to leave Hogwarts now.

He put on the Grim Reaper's cloak and took the floating staircase to slowly reach the first floor, where he saw Peeves hiding on the wall at the top of the passage with a grim smile on his face, holding many colorful balloons filled with water in his hands.

Harry immediately understood that Peeves was preparing to give the new students a unique welcome ceremony.

This has almost become an annual routine. When Harry first arrived at the school, Peeves had also tormented him with those water balloons, but that was before the sorting ceremony began.

Now Peeves actually dares to do this on the first day of class. Isn't he afraid that the professors will cause trouble for him?
After thinking about it for a moment, Harry suddenly felt a sense of evil interest.

He slowly approached Peeves, and with the help of the powerful effect of the Death Cloak, Peeves was not aware of it at all.

Then, Harry put his mouth close to Peeves' ear and roared in the voice of the Bloody Baron:
"Peeves!!"

"Ahhhh! Lord Barrow!"

Peeves screamed, threw the water ball in his hand, and fled to the second floor at full speed.

Perhaps because he was too flustered, Peeves bumped into the wall on the way, then bounced up like a ball and quickly disappeared into a doorway.

Seeing this, Harry laughed so hard that he could hardly stand up straight. You know, Peeves had bullied him a lot in the past, and now he was taking revenge.

After a while, Harry finally recovered.

At this moment, students also came out of the lounge one after another and began to return to the auditorium to enjoy a hearty breakfast.

With their appearance, the entire Hogwarts finally came alive.

The auditorium was noisy. Some people were concentrating on reciting something, some were fighting with their companions for the last sausage on the plate, and some were chasing away the owls that were circling above their heads and begging for food...

Harry missed all of this terribly.

If he could, he really wanted to take off this death cloak and join the carnival that happened every day.

Unfortunately, he has already patched up his head.

Sighing deeply, Harry wrapped the death cloak tighter, turned around and walked quickly towards the castle gate.

Ron, who was cutting sausages in the corner, suddenly paused. He turned his head and looked outside the castle gate as if he sensed something.

There, the golden morning sunlight has slanted onto the spacious marble steps, completely turning it into a sunny avenue.

But there was no one there. Ron shook his head in disappointment, then looked up at the magic ceiling above his head reflecting the azure sky outside and sighed:

"Ah, the weather is really nice today."

……

In the Minister's office of the Ministry of Magic, Mike was also enjoying breakfast.

But compared to the hearty classic English breakfast of Hogwarts students, his breakfast is much simpler.

An apple and a glass of milk, that's all.

This was obviously not in line with Mike's position as Minister of Magic, but there was nothing that could be done about it.

The last summit of ministers of magic from many countries had brought him a lot of new knowledge and information, but it also brought him a lot of new work.

This further compressed his already limited time, so he could only choose this kind of breakfast that could be finished quickly.

After a simple breakfast, Mike started working again.

At this moment, a stack of A4-sized parchments was neatly placed in front of them. These were the contents that had been initially processed by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Penelope and were determined to require Mike's personal decision.

Among these things, the most important one is about Carlisle.

Perhaps it was out of revenge against Mike, or perhaps Picquery really could not tolerate Carlisle and Kled doing whatever they wanted on her land.

In short, after the summit, Carlisle and his team's situation in the United States took a sharp turn for the worse, and they were almost at the point of being defeated.

Because when dividing the post-war benefits, Michael had promised Carlisle that he would give him and his friends a certain degree of entry privileges so that they could take refuge in the Ministry of Magic in times of crisis.

So this time Carlisle unceremoniously asked Mike for ZZ asylum.

Looking at this document, Mike felt a huge headache.

This was not because Mike was stingy and wanted to settle a bad debt, but because the list submitted by Carlisle was too long! There were nearly 50,000 non-human intelligent creatures!
It is obvious that Carlisle is an honest child and a very loyal boss.

Even when retreating, he would pull his brothers along with him instead of enjoying the glory and wealth alone.

But Mike thought Carlisle had misunderstood him.

His original promise did not say that he could bring so many people in at the same time.

You know, the influx of a large number of poor, poorly educated refugees with different customs and habits will seriously affect social stability.

European countries in the past and post-immigration countries such as France have proven this with tragic reality.

Now the magic world of Ying Country is in a state of recovery and prosperity. Mike doesn't want those inferior non-human intelligent creatures to come in and create all kinds of serious cases that will affect social security, thus smearing a piece of mud on this beautiful scene!

Frowning, Mike finally threw the document on the table.

Penelo, who was accompanying Mike, frowned and asked:
"Mike, do you disagree with this?"

"of course."

"I know that letting these guys in will cause a lot of trouble, but their coming in is also good for us, isn't it?" Penelope continued, "You know, they are all excellent cheap labor. Now the magic world of Yingguo is developing rapidly. Letting them in can greatly reduce our labor costs, right?"

Hearing this, Mike was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and shook his head:
"Maybe it's true in the Muggle world, but this is the wizarding world. Wizards can do magic."

Penelope looked puzzled. Seeing that she still didn't understand, Mike could only continue:

"What is cheap labor? Black slaves in the 16th century were cheap labor for slave owners, and workers in developing countries are cheap labor for companies in developed countries. This principle seems to be applicable to the wizarding world, but in fact you have overlooked a big problem. That is the examples I mentioned earlier. Both sides are human, while wizards and non-human intelligent creatures are different. Many non-human intelligent creatures do not know magic, which is very fatal.

Without magic skills, they could only do some unskilled mechanical labor after entering, relying on selling physical labor to make a living. But these laboring wizards could do the same with magic, and they could do it faster, better, and with less effort than them.

So for us, only those Muggle wizards who have no money and no ability and creatures like goblins and house-elves who can use magic are cheap labor. All other creatures are just garbage that can only eat and shit.

The reason why I made such a promise to Carlisle was that I wanted to absorb the educated and capable elites among them, not just the rubbish. Do you understand me?"

Penelope nodded thoughtfully.

In order to help Mike, she recently read a lot of Muggle books, which benefited her a lot, but also caused her some cognitive biases.

Fortunately, she is already an adult, and this deviation can be corrected after realizing this.

When Mike saw that Penelope understood, he smiled and nodded, pointing to the document and said:

"Go tell Carlisle. Given the current situation, I can only give him 50 entry quotas. Let him go back and fill out the list again."

Penelope responded and then put the document away.

Neither of them felt that there was anything wrong with doing so, even though it seemed a bit cruel to Carlisle, who would do something that had no benefit?
And taking a step back, even if Mike completely breaks his promise, what can Carlisle do?

Faced with power, all Carlisle could do was beg humbly.

this is the truth.

The matter of Carlisle came to an end, and Mike picked up the next document on his own.

Unlike the previous one, this time Mike laughed as soon as he saw the title.

Because this document tells about the opening of Hogwarts.

Survey data shows that although Mike made many changes to the entire Hogwarts education system this time, perhaps because so many things happened last year, both public opinion and students' parents expressed a high degree of acceptance of this reform.

This made Mike very happy.

Just as Mike was looking at the documents with great interest, the office door was suddenly pushed open.

(End of this chapter)