I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 201 Magic's influence extends beyond their world.

Irving knew what Dumbledore was worried about.

Lifting the restrictions of the Unforgivable Curse would mean that everyone becomes a hunter with a gun.

Those possible, seemingly excessive gestures can be interpreted by others as signals that they are threatened.

In an era where spellcasting is unmonitored and unpunished.

What spell can most decisively resolve the 'danger' you face?

Yes—it's a killing curse.

At this point, the Killing Curse becomes the only solution!

Because you can't tell if the other person is a dark wizard.

You cannot predict whether the other party will use a killing curse on you next.

The only thing you can do is strike first! Cast a spell to kill him instantly!

Ordinary wizards are not Aurors after all; they have not undergone professional, arduous training that lasts for several years.

They couldn't tell the difference between a strange wizard and a dark wizard.

Lifting this law is telling everyone that from now on, any one of you could become a Death Eater!

So if you don't want to be killed, you have to kill others first!

Don't even mention that ordinary wizards have never mastered the Killing Curse. Even if they did, they might not be able to use it effectively. Even ordinary Shattering Curse or Fire Curse can injure many wizards.

This doesn't even include those with ulterior motives.

With the pardon in hand, it's hard to say what outrageous things those unscrupulous wizards might do.

Don't try to test human nature.

Because most of the time, people choose to be good, rather than it being their nature.

The brilliance of humanity lies in its willingness to cage the beast within, and testing humanity means actively breaking that cage.

This is what Dumbledore is worried about; in his view, simply removing the restrictions on the Aurors would suffice.

Removing the entire bill would only bring about a greater disaster.

Moreover, according to his intelligence, Voldemort had retreated back into the forests of Albania.

He chose to destroy his physical body in order to find a better and stronger one.

They won't be back anytime soon.

But Barty Crouch, the newly appointed Minister of Magic, also has his own unspeakable difficulties!

The Aurors suffered heavy casualties, and the remaining Aurors were not able to fight the Dark Wizards on all fronts.

He couldn't think of any other way but to call on all the wizards in Britain to stand up and resist.

Besides.

He also has to deal with the federation's accountability.

After all, a vice president died in England, and he has to give an explanation!

"Enough, Dumbledore!" Barty Crouch's hawk-like eyes stared coldly at Dumbledore. "I'm not Fudge. I don't need to report everything to you. I'm the Minister for Magic! I know the trouble I'm in. I have a way to solve it."

"You've only been Minister for Magic for a week, Crouch. I must warn you, lifting the law is not a good thing; it will do nothing but exacerbate panic."

"Whether it works or not, I know!" Barty Crouch flicked his sleeve and looked directly at Dumbledore.

"I don't want you to just stay in Hogwarts Castle!"

"I am primarily responsible for the safety of thousands of wizards and their property in Britain, not you. You have no right to criticize my strategies in front of me!"

Barty Crouch's face was serious and stubborn, showing no restraint whatsoever because of Dumbledore's identity.

"If you have a better plan, if you can kill all the black wizards who have invaded Britain by yourself, if you can defeat that dark wizard."

"Do you think I really care about this Minister for Magic position?"

He ignored Dumbledore.

His face was full of determination.

He was indeed very different from Fudge; at least he had enough prestige, and Barty Crouch didn't need to rely on Dumbledore's aura to secure his position.

Perhaps due to years of repression, Crouch wanted to say more, but at that moment, he discovered Owen and his group who had unexpectedly barged in.

The Minister of Magic then gave the group of young wizards a long look before turning and leaving the corridor.

He didn't say a single polite word throughout the entire conversation.

This made the young wizard have a less than favorable impression of him.

He was too forceful and came across as arrogant.

Afterwards, Ron spent several days complaining about the new minister.

Simply put, his father, Mr. Arthur Weasley, has been working overtime for a week straight.

Moreover, it was the most dangerous patrol work he was engaged in.

His work to prohibit the misuse of Muggle items was indefinitely delayed.

That will still fall on Mr. Arthur's shoulders; don't think that working overtime for the Ministry of Magic will exempt you from your regular job.

What's worst is that there's no overtime pay!

This is what the department's employees complain about the most.

"I'm starting to miss Fudge!" Ron highly praised Fudge's ostrich-like behavior of burying his head in the sand when faced with trouble. (This is a rumor.)

In his words, at least during that period his father went to get off work and left work on time every day without any additional work.

Of course, Fudge doesn't pay overtime either.

"Look, wizards' rights aren't even guaranteed yet, and you're thinking about protecting house-elves all day long!" The twins used this as an opportunity to verbally manipulate Hermione for a long time.

Miss Granger, who was known for her eloquence, was speechless on this matter.

She hadn't expected the Ministry of Magic to be so corrupt and decadent.

However, the little witch will not be discouraged. She just hasn't found a direction to attack yet. Give her some time, and the fierce Granger will return.

And during this period of forbearance.

They welcomed the first weekend after Christmas.

Sirius led them to London, their destination being St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sicknesses. They heard that Professor Lupin was recovering well and could now speak normally, although he was still unable to get out of bed.

The brain has insufficient control over the body.

But this is something to celebrate.

The group traveled to the Ministry of Magic via the Floo Network from the professor's office, and then from there to Diagon Alley.

This was Irving's suggestion; when going to the hospital, you always need to bring something.

He always has to bring something with him.

I can't just feel a little guilty, can I?

The group bought a lot of things in Diagon Alley.

Harry bought a bunch of food, and he said awkwardly that he didn't know what Professor Lupin liked to eat, so he bought one of everything he could find.

Hmm—this is so Harry Potter.

Sirius Black, standing to the side, kept smiling and did not stop him.

Ron bought a new pet—an owl.

Sirius paid for it.

After all, Ron lost his pet because of him~ (laughs)

Sirius even went to Harry and Owen to ask Ron what Christmas presents he wanted.

Harry talked a lot, mostly about Quidditch. He said Ron most wanted a group photo of the Chadrick Cannons.

Irving, on the other hand, was more direct. He suggested that Sirius give Ron 100 Galleons and let him buy whatever he wanted. Spending so much time thinking about gifts was such a hassle.

In the end, Sirius Black did indeed accept Irving's suggestion.

After all, money is the last thing he cares about.

In his eyes, the gold galleon was like dirt.

Sirius doesn't like money; he's not interested in it.

The happiest time of his life was the period he spent living at James's house.

So carefree, far from all that purebloods, far from the heavy burden of their own families.

(PS: Harry's dad is not only a second-generation rich kid, but a multi-generation rich kid.)

"With the money you used to buy Scabbers, you bought an owl, its natural enemy, tsk tsk—" Owen hadn't stopped making sarcastic remarks about Ron since they left the Leaky Cauldron.

"I want to sleep with Banban, bathe with her, everything."

Oh! Owen, keep your cat away from Brussels.

Oh my god, it's shedding fur! Your cat must have scared it.

"By Merlin! I don't know what I'd do if Scabbers died one day. What do you say, Harry?" Owen, the master of divination, winked at Harry.

"Ahem—I'll build him a magnificent tomb and bury him in the garden of my humble abode~~~ Oh! Banban is my best friend."

"Um—Ron, to be honest, I always thought I was your best friend!"

"Not anymore!!!" Ron roared angrily, his face flushed red!

"I'm cutting ties with you! If you dare say another word about that guy!"

"Oh! My dear Ronald, what's wrong? Did I touch a sore spot?" Owen raised an eyebrow, a wicked smile on his face.

Ron, sulking, turned his head away and ignored them all.

Hahaha~~~

Seeing this, even though the fact that Scabbers is Peter Pettigrew is quite serious.

But when you think about how Ron's attitude towards them changed drastically because of Scabbers' disappearance, the stark contrast makes it all the more hilarious.

"Alright, stop teasing him. We still have time, so we need to find a place to buy some things." Hermione stopped Owen and Harry from teasing Ron, and then the group turned and walked along the street toward the subway entrance.

Yes, it's the subway entrance.

Broken Axe is located in Westminster, London, on Charles Cross Road.

The City of Westminster is a borough of London, and the famous Palace of Westminster, the Houses of Parliament, 10 Downing Street, and even Buckingham Palace are all located within its city limits.

It's actually quite interesting. Both the power center of the Muggles and the Ministry of Magic, the power center of the wizarding world, are located in Westminster. This is quite an unspoken agreement!

Therefore, this area also boasts one of the most developed transportation systems.

The four squeezed through the crowd and quickly walked into the subway.

The Muggles around them hurried by. Worry was etched on every face.

After walking down the damp and dimly lit staircase, they turned a corner and saw that the corridors on both sides were covered with reports of recent dangerous incidents.

"Have you heard?"

The muffled sounds of Muggles could be heard all around.

"The Irish Communist Party (ICP) and the Irish military planned a terrorist attack in London."

"I heard that hundreds of people have died. My God, it seems to have happened on Baker Street. Who are they trying to assassinate?"

"The Prime Minister has declared martial law nationwide. My God, how many of their people are still in London?"

"God knows, but He won't tell us!"

"Did you listen to the radio this morning? The Prime Minister's approval rating has plummeted; he's likely to step down."

"Resign? Ha! They just pack up and leave after everything's gone wrong. What are we supposed to do? Is there even a candidate for a new prime minister?"

"Is it our great Finance Minister, or our outstanding Foreign Minister?" The voice was sharp and short, full of disdain, suggesting that neither of them was a good choice.

"Heh—it's like choosing a madman to manage a mental hospital."

"Haha," a man in a suit and tie with a Windsor knot sneered.

He was holding a camera in his hand, and his ID card was sticking out of the left pocket of his clothes.

Irving spotted the BBC logo immediately.

Clearly, this gentleman is a journalist, and a BBC journalist at that.

"You know that," the man said to an elderly, balding man next to him who was holding a copy of The Times.

"Labour still holds a majority in the House of Commons, and they should re-elect their leader. Whether it's Duncan or Eric, Labour faces a split (between the Foreign Secretary and the Treasurer), and they will certainly settle scores with each other's people once they come to power."

"Ahem—sir, do you have any inside information, such as a third party?" the BBC reporter asked the man, feigning shyness.

"A third person?"

With Harry's help, Sirius successfully crossed the security gate.

Irving followed the large melon in front of him, his expression growing increasingly shocked.

"Muggles waged a war to cover up the wizarding attack!" Sirius said calmly, explaining to Harry, "It was an agreement between the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle Prime Minister."

"This is the first time I've ever heard of a connection between the Prime Minister and the Minister for Magic," Harry said in shock.

"They've been in contact for centuries," Irving explained.

Then he nudged Hermione with his elbow and said, "Big news ahead! Listen carefully."

"I suddenly had a new idea: what if you were both Minister for Magic and Prime Minister of Muggles?"

"Huh???" Hermione scratched her head, looking puzzled.

"Then the Ministry of Magic could be integrated into the framework of the modern British government and become a ministry, and the wizards' awkward situation would be resolved. I suddenly realized this is a direction!"

"Why don't you give it a try!" Owen said. "After graduating from Hogwarts, apply directly to Oxford University's Classics Department and go to Cambridge instead. The feng shui there is bad."

"First, you become a minister's private secretary, then the chief private secretary. Next, you become the prime minister's secretary, the chief prime minister's private secretary, and finally, you rise to the top as cabinet secretary. That's how you become the true power holder in Britain!"

"I think my idea is particularly good!"

"Really? I don't think so!" Hermione glared at him, annoyed.

This guy keeps trying to persuade himself to go into politics.

Could there be some kind of conspiracy?

The little witch stared at him cautiously.

Until they stepped into the old subway that had been in operation for decades.

"Is this a carriage?" Ron asked curiously, looking at the steel monster. It was his first time riding the subway.

As for Sirius, he and Mr. Arthur were both people who were very interested in Muggle transportation.

The motorcycle that Hagrid often rides is one that he modified.

However, during his more than ten years in Azkaban, the Muggle world changed so much that he seemed to fall behind.

On the subway, the other three people sensed the tense atmosphere around them.

The attacks from the magical world have already affected the Muggle world.

At least in London, signs of chaos are already emerging.

But Irving had no interest in this at all.

He stared with great interest at the old man and the young man sitting not far from them, a reporter and a government whistleblower.

There is still no news about a third person.

"However, there are indeed calls within the party for a third party to form a government."

"So, if a third person were to appear, who do you think it would most likely be?"

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Suddenly, the old man lowered his voice to a whisper, opened the Times in his hand, and pointed to a name on it.

"Knock!!! At this crucial moment," Irving shouted angrily.

Then, tilting his head back, his gaze fell on the newspaper.

The headline—about the EU's restrictions on British sausages—was about Europeans trampling on our freedom.

"Alright! No need to guess anymore."

"I truly never expected that he would be the new Prime Minister of the United Kingdom!"

"Who?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Defender of British sausages, former editor of Reform, former moderate Conservative Party chairman, agricultural expert, nurse savior, friend of Courant, commander who led Britain to victory over France again since Waterloo, savior of St. George's Island, badger killer, former and current owners of 10 Downing Street and cook recruiter, founder of the National Joint Information Database, the greatest prime minister since Winston Churchill, the new prime minister who will lead the British Isles out of its darkest hour once again—"

The subway slowly came to a stop.

The four followed the flow of people out of the subway.

Because of the owl Ron was carrying, they were watched by many Muggles.

A few minutes later, they arrived at a wide Muggle street.

This is the Qingjin department store in London.

On both sides are shopping streets for Muggles.

The constant flow of people and vehicles contrasted sharply with the somewhat desolate atmosphere in Diagon Alley just moments before.

Irving even saw a movie theater.

The huge neon lights reflected off two movie posters on the glass in front of the cinema.

One is Spielberg's Schindler's List.

The other one is the famous "Jurassic Park".

"Wow! Jurassic Park! Maybe we can even go see a movie!" Owen exclaimed excitedly.

Hermione heard this, looked at the movie theater, and seemed somewhat tempted.

But before that, she had to go to the shops on either side to buy some things.

The reason she didn't buy anything in Diagon Alley was simply because she didn't have any money.

She had already spent all her Galleons.

There won't be many left by the time school starts.

I bought all sorts of French magic books.

Irving once generously offered to lend her money.

According to the rules of the underworld, nine outs and thirteen returns are acceptable, no matter how sweet his words may be.

Hermione just doesn't fall into any traps.

Even if he agrees to pay in installments, it won't work.

Ah—girls just have a stronger sense of self-esteem.

Irving patted his already diminished conscience, trying to comfort himself.

Unable to find anything in Diagon Alley, she didn't give up. Instead, she went to a Muggle shop to see if there was anything Professor Lupin could use.

Although Owen didn't do it on purpose, he still caught a glimpse of what appeared to be a few pounds in Hermione's pocket.

Oh, right! Muggle money is money too!

I shouldn't have relied solely on Galoncio as my only currency of payment!

British pounds are fine too!

They could even offer their own Galleon to Pound Sterling exchange service, with a slightly higher exchange rate than Gringotts.

Anyway, I inherited a large estate in London (from my maternal grandfather), not much, probably a few million pounds.

Opening a small private bank like Hogwarts wouldn't be a problem.

Hehe—another chance to make money has come!

(End of this chapter)