Vol 2 Chapter 373: Ministry of Magic (and the number of unknown words arrived at Busbarton!)
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HP Magic Biography
- Luohe Luohe
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- 2021-03-03 06:58:20
In fact, Dumbledore’s sigh was not unreasonable.
Wizards, this is considered a stubborn and self-proclaimed group. According to the rules, backwardness is to be beaten.
The wizarding community happened to exist in this awkward location.
The wizard group headed by the Ministry of Magic rejects Muggle products. They believe that Muggle products will hinder the progress of wizards and affect the purity of magic.
In fact, if you leave the Muggle, the life of every wizard will become extremely painful.
Whether it is food, clothing, shelter, or transportation, these are inseparable from the work of the Muggles. After all, magic is just magic. Compared with people, magic products have lost the most critical creativity.
Without Muggles, the society of wizards will retreat to the more cruel Middle Ages, and this time, wizards will no longer be the superior gods.
Once a war breaks out, ordinary wizards with low talents will be completely reduced to the lowest rank soldiers, which is obviously unacceptable by the wizarding community.
Except for the hunts by the Holy See, the wizards of each generation are superior to Muggles.
In fact, the wizarding society is gradually accepting the Muggle society, the establishment of the Ministry of Magic, newspaper offices, and factories, all of which are a way of life based on the wisdom of Muggles.
In recent years, whether it is the emergence of Grindelwald or the rampant Voldemort, this has seriously hindered the communication between the British magical community and the Muggle society. 【】
Compared to Muggles, the wizard is undoubtedly lagging behind.
Take those Muggle heat weapons. Wizards can use a magic wand to block one or several bullets, but what if they are replaced with more powerful heat weapons?
If those monsters appeared, Fanlin didn't think that a wild giant could stop an intercontinental Tomahawk missile, not to mention even more dangerous nuclear weapons.
Now it is a nuclear civilization. Muggles’ attack methods have been transformed from the original sword to thermonuclear weapons.
Purely relying on destructive power, the magic of wizards seems far inferior to these weapons. Wizards can only use avoidance, or some intriguing spells to escape.
The wizards need an improvement too much.
But these world-destroying weapons are ultimately unusable after all. This is undoubtedly a deadly existence for the entire large environment, every burst of missiles.
However, without using these weapons, the power of magic will make all Muggles fear.
As far as Fanlin's degree is concerned, if it is fully used, every spell is no less than the explosion of a grenade. Such an existence is undoubtedly deadly in the Muggle world.
The power of magic and the threat of hot weapons seem to form a deadlock between wizards and Muggles. This is a bad cycle.
Fanlin couldn't imagine what it would be like when a war broke out between a wizard and a Muggle.
Fanlin didn't think that wizards could win. After all, talent was the foundation of the world. Only one wizard would be born out of ten thousand people. Of course, this was the lowest probability.
But this also proves that wizards are scarce, and the fact that less wins more is still in the books after all.
If a war really breaks out and Muggles are angered, and a nuclear warhead comes down, the entire Ministry of Magic will be razed to the ground without surprise.
but……
Fanlin felt that he seemed to be thinking too complicated. The wizard hides, which seems to have developed into a law.
Fanlin has also seen the power of magic with his own eyes, the magical array bursting out of the power of missiles. This is not the power of wizards, but it is a different way of energy transfer and catharsis.
"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic." A mechanized female voice violently pulled Fanlin back to reality.
Fanlin only felt that they had dived a few hundred feet. This was the underground world of London, the kingdom of wizards, and the Ministry of Magic of England.
You may not believe it, but Fanlin is following the world's greatest white wizard Albus Dumbledore, entering the highest authority of the magical world through the guest channel.
Everything here is inlaid and flattened with black tiles, and the corners where they fit are all covered with golden carvings.
In the forward direction is a huge fountain, and a huge artistic golden statue sits in the fountain, which is not difficult for the Ministry of Magic.
The place where Fanlin and the others came down was also a black tile. Fanlin guessed where he used some cover-up magic similar to the entrance of the nine and three-quarters platform, in order not to destroy the overall coordination.
The floating circle replaced the elevator cable, and no matter where it came from, you could always find traces of Muggles.
Like most government agencies, there are many people in the Ministry of Magic. After all, all judicial and administrative agencies are located hundreds of feet underground in London.
Fanlin felt that this place was more like a huge subway station, except that it was originally supposed to be a human-shaped passage, which was replaced by one fireplace after another.
This is the station for wizards, and it is also a transit point for all Feilunet.
The Ministry of Magic must be responsible for the wizards, right?
Fanlin also knew that the Prime Minister of Muggles knew the existence of the Ministry of Magic. Otherwise, without the permission of the Muggles, the Ministry of Magic would not be able to stay underground in London so securely.
"How do you feel?" Dumbledore said. "It's a good experience to cross the earth's crust. In the past, people who came to the Ministry of Magic used to walk through the furnace net."
"A great elevator." Fan Lin nodded. He looked at the sky. There were glass decorations on the walls tens of feet high, and there were countless paper cranes flying by Fan Lin's head.
It’s worth mentioning that the Ministry of Magic seems to be trying to stagger the time of Muggles. It’s only 7 o’clock in the morning, and the fireplaces on both sides have not been interrupted at all. Every time the dark green flame is lit, there will be a person from the flame. Go out, maybe this is where magic attracts him.
"Where are we going," Dumbledore said, and he pointed to the elevator next to the rotunda.
Strictly speaking, their current location is more like a station.
Not all the people coming and going were the staff of the Ministry of Magic, Fanlin even heard some hawking sounds, which reminded him of Diagon Alley.
"Daily, Daily, the latest issue of the Daily Prophet." This is the professionalism of a newsboy, and things like newspapers only sell well in the morning.
"Well, do you want a copy?" Dumbledore asked.
"Forget it, Professor Dumbledore." Fanlin shook his head. Compared to the Daily Prophet, he wanted to take a look at the Department of Mysteries. Mr. Weasley's place of work is fine.
However, Fanlin's wish was destined to fail. They still had a lot to do today, and maybe it would be nice to wait until Harry comes together.
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