Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 337 Talks

Whether it's Dongda University or Bald Eagle, whether it's the wreckage of Xiong Da, Xiong Er, and Xiong San left after their dramatic collapse, or the red maple leaves located to the north of Bald Eagle—

This naturally includes the closest old empires, France and Germany. As major powers in Europe, all three are keeping a close eye on each other's actions.

In particular, the forum briefly mentioned that there are three ancient magic schools in Europe, only Hogwarts is located in England.

They wondered if they could make contact with the magical forces within the territory.

But to everyone's surprise, the wicked European troublemakers seized the initiative and loudly proclaimed their intention to cooperate with the wizards.

This is tantamount to going all in and showing all your cards, without any gradual approach, clearly intending to go all the way with the wizards, making one wonder if Britain has reached some kind of agreement with the wizarding world, just like Morgan cheering for the wizards in the Bald Eagle's territory.

In fact, Penelope herself only learned of this from a report by a maggot living in the Muggle world. Because Ryan had temporarily cut off contact with the outside world to conduct magical experiments on himself, the maggot and other wizards from Ryan's faction would report the situation to members of the adventurers' club they knew.

"That's amazing." She was genuinely amazed.

George and Fred, standing nearby, didn't understand what Penelope was so impressed with. So George said, "I just think they're very proactive."

"That's right, nobody's even communicating with them, yet they're so enthusiastic. If only we could find players this enthusiastic when we sell games!"

Fred agreed.

"Because they dare to gamble their future, for a long time to come, on something uncertain, with no chance of even communication?" Penelope explained. "Of course, it's also possible that they fantasize about immortality and believe that magic can help them. But the latter reason is more chilling than the former."

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly realized what Penelope was referring to after a moment's thought.

If the powerful and wealthy are willing to gamble away the fate of a nation for decades to come simply because they desire immortality—

Without a doubt, this force is the most insane, the most irrational, and the most frightening to our side—madmen.

If it is indeed the latter, then such a madman's desire for immortality reached its peak after witnessing the ability to be resurrected.

Thinking of this, everyone present shuddered; they dared not imagine what a madman might do.

"Should we call Ryan along?" Vio felt somewhat uneasy. As the helmsman of a business empire, he was now adept at fighting against opponents within the rules and had some experience in dealing with violent incidents, but he was not good at dealing with madmen.

Penelope thought for a moment: "It shouldn't be a big problem. Professor McGonagall will be coming with us. We're also taking Harry, some alchemical golems, and little Dorothy. Ryan has placed some access to the magic network on the little guy. If anything happens, we have a certain ability to protect ourselves and can call for help as quickly as possible."

Before long, everyone had arrived. Professor McGonagall, dressed in a women's suit, had her hair tightly coiled at the back of her head, pursed her lips, and looked aloof and unapproachable, but in reality, she was nervous.

"Set off!"

A group of about twenty or thirty people used Apparition to arrive on the main street where the Ministry of Magic was located.

The Ministry of Magic delegation was ready to depart, but even though some members of the delegation were quite good-looking, it couldn't stop passersby from pointing and whispering about them.

Because most passersby couldn't understand why someone would dress in such a hippie style, even more hippie-like than a typical hippie, in broad daylight.

Admittedly, the concept of wizards is already in everyone's mind, but having awareness does not mean one can react to it when faced with it, especially since the British people under the dual-track happy education system might react immediately when they are replaced by British high-achieving students under the elite education system.

It wasn't until the group arrived at the gates of Buckingham Palace that the British belatedly realized what was happening, and hastily opened the gates to welcome the delegation with grand ceremony.

With the Queen, the Prime Minister, and ministers all gathered together, it's safe to say that if another weapon of mass destruction were to explode at this moment, Britain would be completely paralyzed.

After the two sides took their seats and introduced themselves, Professor McGonagall, like the old man opposite her, sat in a high-backed chair, remaining silent.

The situation became rather awkward for a moment.

One reason was that the noble lords discovered that the wizard delegation included many young people and children.

Secondly, the noble lords genuinely couldn't find any topics to discuss with the wizards. This visit, too, was initiated unilaterally by the wizards, and they had "unwittingly" arrived at their doorstep.

"The purpose of this visit is to strengthen exchanges between the wizarding world and your side."

To the astonishment of the noblemen, Penelope, who had been empty-handed, produced a roll of parchment from somewhere and began to read it line by line.

"The first point is to discuss the number of the first wizards born in the Wizard Tower in Britain."

"Secondly, we will discuss the education, training, and future career prospects of the first batch of wizards in the Wizard Tower."

"Third point —"

Before Penelope could finish reading, the noblemen finally realized what was happening.

The chief hurriedly called out, "Please wait a moment, dear miss. I think we should—"

Not only the prime minister, but other ministers also hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, wait a minute."

"I apologize, Your Excellency, but I believe we do not yet have such a deep understanding. From an administrative perspective, there is still a significant asymmetry in the information architecture between our two sides. Our risk assessment model regarding the operational paradigm of the wizarding community and magical practices lacks sufficient data support. Under these circumstances, hastily advancing the collaboration process could trigger systemic risks across the governance system. Therefore, I suggest a phased approach: first, establish a cross-cultural affairs preparatory committee; then, form a secondary working group to study potential cooperation frameworks; and finally, consider establishing a temporary consultation mechanism as appropriate. This is entirely a prudent consideration based on safeguarding the strategic interests of both parties, and is by no means a pre-judgment of any kind regarding magical affairs—"

The prime minister sang the bureaucratic jargon fluently, without a draft or prior preparation, relying entirely on improvisation.

Even so, the endless stream of nonsense still left the wizard delegation feeling dizzy and disoriented.

"Good heavens! This is even more terrifying than magic!" As the youngest member of the delegation, Harry had never seen anything like this before. He muttered to Fred, who was representing the communication game industry.

"I think so too." Fred wholeheartedly agreed. He had always thought that the ministers of the Ministry of Magic were the pinnacle of nonsense literature, but now he realized: how many people are there in the wizarding world? How many of them can spout nonsense? If we're talking about bureaucratic nonsense literature, it's Muggles who do it best!