In the Apocalypse, I Can Enter Hogwarts

Chapter 423 The Focus of the World

Time is slipping away quietly.

Ian's proposal to cancel the Christmas holiday was also approved by the four deans with the help of Professor McGonagall.

Of the four heads of Hufflepuff, he was most worried about Professor Pomona, while Professor Flitwick and Snape were the least concerned. Simply put, one was his own family, and the other was a good teacher and partner, so he wasn't worried about facing opposition at all.

Three days before Christmas, Filch posted a notice on the bulletin board in the auditorium announcing the cancellation of the holiday. In reality, the cancellation only meant that the option of going home for the holiday was removed; nothing else changed.

No classes, no early mornings, and they can even play Quidditch together. To accommodate the young wizards' feelings, many professors have even refrained from assigning homework...

In short, there are no restrictions within the castle grounds; it's very relaxed.

Even with such a degree of freedom, many junior wizards in the four houses still had some complaints, but they didn't really cause much of a stir.

……

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

As the holiday season approached, the castle was bustling with activity. While everyone was busy decorating the auditorium and common rooms, the principal's office on the eighth floor was unusually quiet.

Ian leaned over the large desk, the quill pen rustling against the parchment.

a long time.

Ian looked up, rubbed his aching wrist, and glanced at the densely packed parchment—a letter addressed to Fudge.

Since the decision has been made to perform, the stage must be built, and it must be built beautifully.

This was also the purpose of his letter: to have Fudge communicate with the Muggle leadership in England and connect to satellite live broadcasting. After all, many small countries do not have their own satellites. He wanted England to take the lead in broadcasting the signal, maximizing its reach to any place in the world where the signal could be received.

Yes, anywhere in the world.

Ian never intended for just Muggles to see this; he also wanted the survivors, werewolves, and dark wizards to see it. Since he had chosen to make an example of them, he had to do it in a grand manner. Going to the trouble of sneaking around would have been worse than staying home and sleeping.

At the same time, there was a second meaning in the letter to Fudge: to use others to bolster one's own position.

Regardless of whether they can fight or not, the sight of hundreds or thousands of wizards in uniform riding brooms together will be spectacular and will also serve as a unique form of deterrence.

Of course, only the Ministry of Magic has the capability to handle this kind of thing. Whether they are ordinary clerks or interns running errands, as long as they are of suitable build, Fudge can bring them all over to bolster his reputation.

To be honest, the magical world has been silent for a long time.

The last time was during World War II, when Grindelwald gave a speech at the cemetery and the burning of Paris... But that was more than half a century ago, which would make many people forget the power of wizards.

A few minutes.

Once he felt the ink on the letter had completely dried, Ian called out softly to the air.

"Eileen, could you deliver a letter for me if you have time?"

Since the reconciliation, Eileen has been working part-time as a messenger.

As soon as he finished speaking, a splash of sea blue appeared in the office.

"Another messenger! Sigh, what can I do? I'm just someone's pet in name only..." Eileen's teasing voice rang out.

Honestly, when Eileen's mature and sophisticated voice says "pet," it really gives people a unique experience.

Ian also felt a jolt of electricity run through his body instantly. To cover his embarrassment, he didn't continue the topic of 'pets', but instead said:

"I have already told Professor McGonagall about your situation, and she has promised to study this kind of transfiguration, which is a groundbreaking topic."

"Haha, you're shy!" Eileen chuckled. "I won't tease you anymore. I'm going to deliver the letter first, we'll talk again when I get back."

In the blink of an eye, a splash of sea blue disappeared from the principal's office, leaving behind sealed letters on the desk.

"I always feel like I'm at a disadvantage..." Ian murmured to himself, speechless.

But he was happy to see Eileen overcome her inner conflict and become more cheerful.

As for Professor McGonagall, Ian figured it wouldn't be easy. The Animagus transforming from a divine animal into a human was a daunting prospect...

……

1995 12 Month 24 Day.

"...That's the arrangement for now." Professor McGonagall stood in the auditorium, reiterating the holiday requirements.

"The young wizards from Muggle families are temporarily restricted from entering and leaving Hogsmeade. Don't complain! This is for your own good. Depending on the situation, the school will selectively open Hogsmeade for you to go out and relax."

"...If you want to go home, at least one adult wizard's immediate family member needs to come to the castle and sign in person before you can leave. Otherwise, no one is allowed to leave the castle grounds during the Christmas holidays. If you are caught once, you will be expelled immediately. I'm not kidding."

Before the dinner, Professor McGonagall reiterated the rules in a stern voice.

A somber mood instantly filled the Great Hall. The students sat on the long benches, their expressions listless. At the Gryffindor table, Ron suddenly stood up and called out:

"Professor, can I have my parents sign the papers to pick up my friends? They are two adult wizards; we're just going home, we won't wander off."

Professor McGonagall glanced at him, then turned her gaze to Harry, noticing the boy's expectant expression, and pursed her lips before saying, "Yes, Mr. Weasley!"

Professor McGonagall seemed to have thought of something, and then said loudly, "I can disregard whether they are immediate family members, but an adult wizard must sign a guarantee of responsibility, and a wizard can only take one student."

At that moment, Ian also stood up, cleared his throat, and said:

"Only this year, I promise! And this year you won't have a boring Christmas. There will be a raffle after the dinner."

Knowing this, he paused deliberately for a few seconds, and seeing the young wizards quietly prick up their ears, he continued:

"Sponsored by the Fantastic Beasts House, the prize is a full 100 blind boxes of plush toys, and... for the next 15 days, the jigsaw puzzle treasure hunt will continue, with the prize being a custom-made Fantastic Beast plush toy of 4X or higher..."

Before Ian could finish speaking, a noisy discussion broke out below. Seeing that his goal had been achieved, he didn't say anything more.

To eliminate negative emotions, this idea was a decision he and the Weasley twins had thought about for a long time. Firstly, it would give the dolls a good beating, and secondly, it would clear out the backlog of inventory.

The prize of 5,000 Galleons was also paid for by Ian himself. Not to mention the Philosopher's Stone, the underground vaults of several large banks he had previously looted in the apocalypse were already enough to make him richer than he could ever spend.

Suddenly, he felt someone tugging at his sleeve. He turned around and saw Professor Flitwick's highly recognizable face.

"Professor! Is there something you need?"

He still holds his former dean in the highest esteem.

"Ian, you can discuss this with us. You can ask the school board members for help with the expenses..."

Professor Flitwick didn't finish his sentence, but the underlying meaning was already very clear.

"His protective nature hasn't changed at all..." Ian thought to himself.

Professor Flitwick's intentions were clear: he obviously didn't want to see him spending his own money to pay for the school's expenses.

"It's okay, it's just a little money, and I got an internal discount..." Ian explained with a smile.

Just as the two were chatting, the Christmas dinner began as scheduled.

……

Two days later, a letter bearing the sealing wax of the International Confederation of Wizards was quietly delivered to the principal's office.

A few minutes later, Ian put down the letter in his hand and sighed softly, "Everything is ready..."

The letter was sent by Grindelwald, and it mainly selected some of the most notorious werewolves who had survived in Britain.

Frankly, although many survivors harbored hatred, they did not choose to commit evil. On the contrary, some others, as if freed from their shackles, indulged themselves without any moral boundaries…

These werewolf survivors have a wide range of targets for persecution, including Muggles, wizards, and even other survivors in the eco-city.

Ian's target this time is these people, a criminal group of about 2 people. Even the photos that were occasionally taken by satellite are extremely disturbing.

It's important to know that not all the survivor werewolves are adult men; there are many women, and even young girls...

Closer to home.

After receiving the letter, Ian contacted Fudge immediately to confirm the time to take action.

Location: Oxford Street, London.

As one of the most bustling shopping districts, it has attracted no fewer than 50 tourists from all over the world every day, and the entire district is filled with department stores, high-end luxury brands and the like.

But now... this place has long lost its former civilization and splendor, becoming as dilapidated as a large garbage dump.

More than 20,000 wicked survivors live here, and all kinds of garbage and even excrement cover the entire street.

As Fudge consciously spread the word, a large number of wizards had gathered to watch the spectacle. However, due to the threat of wolfsbane, everyone tacitly stayed at a distance, using Quidditch telescopes to observe the situation.

Not only local wizards, but also many more "scattered soldiers" who traveled across the ocean, from France and even Northern Europe.

As time went by, this area had become a large gathering place for people, along with satellites from various countries high in the sky above and countless Muggles watching television.

It's no exaggeration to say that they're the focus of the world's attention and the center of global interest.

The next chapter might be a little late, but I'll try my best. If it's really too late, I'll post it tomorrow. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, I'll do a big update tomorrow, and then this book will be finished. Thank you all for your continued support, thank you so much…

(End of this chapter)