Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 338 Regarding the Moon Landing

"Such pointless remarks are unnecessary in our conversation, Mr. Prime Minister."

Penelope finally found an opportunity for the Prime Minister to catch his breath and interrupted his rambling. As she spoke to the Prime Minister, her eyes sharpened, like the cold, enchanted weapons of the arsenal.

"Mr. Prime Minister, the wizards' time is very valuable. We have a lot of work to do, both in terms of people's livelihood and the future. We also hope that you can communicate with us in the right way; otherwise, there is no need for us to communicate."

If it were merely a witch who appeared to be a student representative issuing a righteous warning, the Prime Minister might have displayed his shameless bureaucratic spirit—they all knew who Penelope was, but were wary of the person lurking behind her.

After Penelope finished speaking, the wizards who looked like students and young men stood up in unison, as if they would leave at Penelope's command. Only the older wizards turned their gaze to Professor McGonagall, who was sitting at the head of the table.

Professor McGonagall patted Penelope, who was sitting next to her, and said, "Miss Crivat is one of the best students in our school. This delegation visit was entrusted to her by Lane. I'm just here to take a look."

"Professor McGonagall is one of my most respected professors and a very important figure in the entire magical world. It is a great fortune for this magical delegation to have Professor McGonagall as our pillar of strength." Penelope was grateful for Professor McGonagall's support, and her words came from the bottom of her heart and were very sincere.

The noble lords, sensing the mutual flattery between teacher and student, displayed remarkable keen insight. They immediately recognized the name Minerva McGonagall—the Vice-Headmistress of Hogwarts! And Hogwarts was currently the most powerful house in the Association of Schools!

Of all the wizarding records they knew of, only two wizards from the School Alliance had recorded instances of combat: Hogwarts' Headmaster Dumbledore and his assistant, Lane Welsh! Both had displayed power beyond imagination. Therefore, faced with such a Hogwarts assistant headmaster, and considering his potential magical abilities, the ministers held him in high esteem.

"You're right, we should indeed engage in effective communication." The aged queen suddenly spoke up, setting the tone for the rest of the conversation: "Let's begin with mutual learning and exchange. What do you, fellow wizards, think?"

"That's exactly what we wanted to say."

"I wholeheartedly agree with your proposals. The specific details will require consultation between you and the ministers, but my personal opinion is that Great Britain wishes to send a delegation to visit your country and tour the magical world."

Visiting the magical world and strengthening exchanges—the elderly queen's suggestion seemed reasonable, and in fact, it wasn't. She simply wanted to send secret agents to investigate information about life extension and immortality in the magical world.

Prince Charles could guess what his mother was planning, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: How could there be a prince who could remain in power for sixty years!

"Hogwarts will welcome you all," Penelope said modestly, making no promises for other factions or for the Ministry of Magic.

"That's a good suggestion. The wizarding world warmly welcomes your delegation. As the Deputy Minister of Magic, I extend my warmest welcome on behalf of all my colleagues and wish your delegation a wonderful experience." Larvin, the Deputy Minister of Magic, the official organization of the wizarding world, also expressed his welcome.

"That's good." The aged queen nodded slightly and sat down calmly in her seat.

The Prime Minister and his ministers exchanged glances and steadily began the conversation: "What exactly do you mean by the wizards in the wizard tower you've mentioned?"

"A Wizard Tower Wizard is someone who, after learning the spellcasting gestures, can cast spells within the Wizard Tower's coverage area using a special wand. The difference between this type of wizard and the previous Crystal Wizard is that this type of wizard can enable ordinary people without magic to successfully use magic."

"As you can see, the wizarding world has a small population. Therefore, we hope to turn ordinary people into spellcasters, expand our intrinsic motivation, and move towards the future together."

The prime minister and ministers could understand this explanation, but they could not accept it.

Because the logic of a robber's mindset simply doesn't exist in the way of doing things—a win-win situation for everyone. All they have is the idea of ​​being a troublemaker, harming others without benefiting themselves.

"Just for this reason, are wizards going to share their magic with us?" one minister couldn't help but ask.

"Magic is not something wizards are born with; it is something they create from generation to generation," Penelope said, her voice clear and firm in the opulent hall, on the magnificent long table.

"That's why we shouldn't hoard our own knowledge, but rather tell wizarding stories more widely and expand the scope of wizarding. Only by enabling more and more people to practice magic can we have a future."

When Ryan was chatting with me, he said something to me: "Planets are too small, the universe is too big."

Penelope paused almost imperceptibly, then said casually, "In the past, powerful wizards could indeed break free from the constraints of planets and travel to the moon above us, or even further afield, but those were individuals, not entire civilizations."

"The moon is beautiful! The moon is beautiful—the moon!" The prime minister was initially polite, but suddenly realized something, his eyes bulged out, and his voice rose sharply.

"Oh!" The other ministers also made strange noises.

On the other hand, the wizard delegation, though they didn't understand what Penelope was talking about, after a brief moment of confusion, put on an expression of nonchalance, as if she were saying that the moon was nothing more than something they could go up and play with whenever they wanted.

Although Professor McGonagall's facial muscle adjustment wasn't as fast as a young person's, she maintained a taut facial contour, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Even a child like Harry, who is obviously young, doesn't show much emotional fluctuation on his face.

To the Prime Minister and ministers, this was something even a child would know about the moon landing. The truth was, Harry had no concept of the moon landing; he simply believed that wizards like Ryan Reynolds and Dumbledore could do anything.

He recalled asking whether the meteorite or Dumbledore was stronger, and he had come to an answer. However, after reading the real evaluations of Ryan's super-tier magic on the communicator forum these past few days, Harry's mindset was shaken again, and he began to wonder again about whether the meteorite or magic was stronger.

"Good heavens! Miss Penelope means—powerful wizards can go to the moon?"

After taking a few deep breaths, the old lady, who wanted to quietly play the role of the pillar of stability, couldn't sit still any longer and asked incredulously.