A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 706: Akinbad’s concerns

"We meet again, Mr. Haipu." Akinbad said wearily, he reached out and shook Felix, "Can we find a place to chat? Before we come, we will simply talk to Amelie Ya talked about it, and I told her, you are doing a good job.”

Felix was about to nod, when a steady voice interjected obliquely, "Excuse me, can you add me?"

"Let's go together, Horace." Aginbad said seeing that Felix had no objection. "Horace is the chairman of the Magical Congress of America, and he's been in office for less than a year." He added another sentence, and Felix could hear a hint of sympathy from his words.

They all caught up with the unprecedented historical crisis not long after taking office, and they all faced the most difficult situation in the crisis-the former Akinbad suddenly realized that the rules that had been in operation for hundreds of years were no longer valid, like filling the The box of Cribbage Wizard Crackers fell apart as if it fell to the ground, each piece has a different shape, and it is almost impossible to put it back together;

The latter represents precisely the most thoroughly broken piece in the biscuit box, which may have been stepped on and run over.

"Hello, Mr. Haip," the chairman of the Magical Congress of America introduced himself, "Horace Greenstitch."

"Hello, Mr. Greenstinch," Felix said, a well-known surname in the American magic circle. Not surprisingly, this person is also a descendant of the Twelve Aurors. "Follow me, two."

As he turned, he glanced over the two at Amelia Bones. She was congratulating Mr. Weasley when two familiar faces stood not far away. Felix couldn't remember who they were—it wasn't Tonks, she was staying with Lupine—when As he led the way through the gap between the golden chairs, he suddenly remembered the identities of those two men. They were the Ministers of Magic of France and Bulgaria.

Behind a huge pillar, the three of them stood near the front of the tent.

Felix studied the two of them calmly, as the other two had done.

Needless to say, Akinbad's dark skin can't hide the deep wrinkles on his face, he is unshaven, and he seems to have not slept well for a while. According to Ms. Burns, he will send someone to ask for it every day. A summary of the negotiations, it is estimated that most of the time was spent studying the feasibility of these strategies. In contrast, Horace Greenstinch seemed prepared in a purple wizard robe with gold trim, which was very suitable for the wedding. The chairman of the Magical Congress of America is about fifty or sixty years old, but his real age may be older. There are fine lines around a pair of small eyes. His eyes are rigid and his lines are rigid, giving people a serious and old-fashioned feeling.

Just a cursory glance, Felix sketched a simple outline of his character in his mind. In the face of Horace Greenstinch, an image popped into his mind, Barty Crouch Sr.

Felix has no doubt that even with the incident of little Crouch, once Voldemort officially announces his return, old Crouch will immediately become Amelia Bones on the way to the Minister of Magic strongest competitor. During the war years, people always yearned for a strong government, and Fudge's image of weakness was completely useless-which is why he tried his best to avoid acknowledging that Voldemort was still alive.

But the problems that everyone is facing right now cannot be solved with determination alone.

"I won't talk about the polite words, Mr. Haipu. The situation is serious, and the magic world needs your wisdom. I think you also have this plan? You are an expert in this field, and you predicted the exposure of the magic world early. Avoid, the recent series of practices of the British Ministry of Magic are all influenced by you."

"I do have this idea." Felix looked directly at Aginbad's face and said, "I believe you have all read that report."

"To be precise, it has been studied more than once. At the beginning of this month, it was the only professional proposal that seemed to predict the future direction of the situation." Akinbad said, as for the second half of this month, Naturally, a series of dazzling actions by the British Ministry of Magic attracted the attention of the whole world.

Everyone is eagerly waiting for a result.

Aginbad is different. The huge pressure and the sudden responsibility made him breathless. He dared not make a decision lightly. Reach a new agreement. He himself asked his assistant to find all of Felix's previous works, and finally came to the conclusion that Felix did have real talents in this area.

"...some of the conclusions mentioned above have been verified. We ignore the speed of Muggle progress. It is becoming more and more difficult to hide the existence of magic. It can be seen from the past data. Compared with a hundred years ago In comparison, the world's population has tripled, and they occupy a large area of ​​land, severely limiting the range of wizards' activities."

"The changes brought about by population don't stop there." Felix said: "The number of wizards has also increased, which makes all the problems mentioned before more acute and prominent. Of course, it also brings some benefits - wizards Completely occupying a dominant position in the magic world, looking at this result from a higher perspective, it can be regarded as a silent cooperation between wizards and non-wizards.”

Horace Greenstitch on the side opened his mouth slightly. He had never thought about it this way, but after careful consideration, it did make sense.

That's how goblins fall. They didn't do anything wrong, and their influence is getting less and less.

One hundred years may be short, but if the time scale is extended to two hundred years, five hundred years, or one thousand years, this trend will be extremely conspicuous. He felt that it was necessary to go back and look through the past statistics to see if the number of No-Maj-born wizards was increasing year by year.

Aginbad has read a lot of materials recently, and he accepted this statement intuitively with just a little recollection. He concluded: "So the more the Muggles develop, the more the population; the more the population, the larger the area they occupy. At the same time, the number of wizards is also rising, all of which lead to one result: the contact between the two sides is inevitable. "

"It's just a matter of sooner or later." Felix nodded.

"Excellent vision." Aginbad praised, and then asked: "Are you planning to replicate and promote the practice in the British Ministry of Magic? Pan-magic alliance, joint law enforcement, exclusive wands, squib groups, magic commerce, and Some plans that are still on paper; I also found from recent negotiations that you have absorbed some of the enemy's ideas, improved them, and made them less harsh... It is bold and amazing, but when I stand in my position, these A country is not an isolated individual, and some kind of terrible chain reaction may occur, which will affect the whole body.”

This is Aginbad's biggest worry-if Burns and Felix mess up, the worst impact will only affect one country. If he messes up, it will affect all wizards.

"That's not necessary, the first step is always the most difficult." Felix said.

"But the situation in other regions is different from that in Britain, for example," Aginbad glanced at Horace Greenstinch, without taking America as the worst example, "for example—well, Africa. Africa The problem lies in the lack of a strong law enforcement agency, and with the accidental failure of the secrecy law, the long-term suppression has caused the wizards in that land to go the opposite way, and wizard visions are becoming more and more.”

"Our problem is just the opposite," said Horace Greenstinch gravely.

The living conditions of wizards in Africa, America, and Britain (or Europe) are worthy of comparison. The British Ministry of Magic basically implements the secrecy law relatively comprehensively. Any connection to the government may have something to do with several serious leaks in history. The result is that the two sides are now very gunpowder, and the public opinion is not on their side at all, watching the situation deteriorate a little bit; the environment in Africa is the most relaxed of the three, and many wizards secretly have a "side job" , doing some fortune-telling and psychic work. Felix thought of Refitting, a girl disguised as a gypsy witch.

But don't think African wizards are happy.

Wizards are a group with outstanding individual strength and flexible means. When they deliberately dive underwater, they leave only specious colorful bubbles, but when they surface, they will inevitably stir up the situation and set off waves. What they will face is no longer ordinary people at the bottom who are tolerant enough to the mysterious power, but those in power who are trying to control this power. The drama of wooing and disintegrating, attacking and uniting will take turns, and it will only become more chaotic.

"The authority of the International Federation of Wizards must be re-established," Felix said.

Aginbad shook his head sadly.

"The authority of the International Federation of Wizards was established little by little with the consensus of the hidden magic circle back then, but now the foundation of this organization's existence has disappeared."

"Then find new meaning." Felix took what he had said to Ms. Burns and said again.

Akinbad was a little moved. The International Federation of Wizards was on the verge of collapse under his hands. More than anyone else, he hoped to restore everything in the past, no matter what price he paid. But he also knows that everything has changed. He is still in this position because he has made an unbreakable oath with Grindelwald, which to a certain extent prevented the already chaotic magic world from falling into the unfathomable abyss .

"By the way," Akinbad seemed to think of something, "Africa still has a huge hidden danger."

"What is it?"

"Grindelwald!" Aginbad said in a deep voice.

Felix looked a little surprised, and quickly asked: "What's going on? He doesn't seem to have moved in the past two weeks, right?"

"This is the problem." Aginbad said: "I have seen his cunning face clearly. On the opposite side of most wizards, I thought repeatedly, since he is not in the UK or the US, the most likely thing is that he is hiding in Africa.”

"Where's the evidence?"

"His presence in America was a handful, at least in public, compared to his presence in Africa, which was staggeringly large. His excuse was to provide refuge for wizards in crisis, and he did save Many wizards, including a group of Waggadu students, have gained great popularity in the local area—not to mention, the place where he first proposed the ten laws of wizards is in Africa.”

Felix blinked, and he tentatively asked: "Maybe it was because Africa was really chaotic during that time?"

Aginbad categorically rejected it.

"He is a real demon who draws power from chaos." He looked at Felix with a serious expression. "Some people speculate that he wants to make Africa a new source of saints."

Felix looked at the two of them in a daze, and murmured: "Yeah, it's so reasonable. If anyone can hope to unify the magical regime there in a short time, only Grindelwald. Plus It is indeed a good base to go to other places to take care of himself-if he really intends to return to his old business."

Horace Greenstitch interjected, "I've heard similar stories, in the Muggle newspapers—" The other two glared at him, and he looked over in surprise, "What happened? Of course, we can no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb.”

"What did they say?" Felix asked.

He is missing something in this piece. Burns sent some Aurors abroad to collect information, but they got limited information and could only get a rough idea; what Felix really relied on was information from Vita Rozier.

"Those No-Maj politicians think," said Horace Greenstitch with disgust in his eyes, "that the exposure of the wizarding world has broken up wizards from all over the world, and that this is an excellent opportunity to keep wizards at their beck and call, and there are some more Fierce words..."

"I mean, their judgment on Grindelwald." Felix changed the phrase.

"Grindelwald destroyed an underground experimental factory and caused such a big battle, which had a very bad influence at the time. Many people clamored for the restoration of the death penalty, or tied him to the stake - we all know what happened It may be negligible. The more rigorous media reports are similar to Mr. Akinbad's analysis, the difference is that they also mentioned you."

"Me?"

"Yes," Horace Greenstinch said with a strange expression, "They think you two must have a fight, and they can ask you for help if necessary."

"I...will it?" Felix was not even sure himself.

"You will." Aginbad said: "If Grindelwald intends to assassinate a few politicians, no one cares about him, anyway the crime will be held on his head; but if he wants to destroy a city, we We must do our best to stop him, he will kill the future of wizards. Especially when we are still negotiating."

Felix thought quietly. At this time, two wizards in bright golden clothes walked into the tent from a distance. It was Luna and her father Xenophilius. Luna wore a huge sunflower headdress on her head.

"Well, maybe the current stable environment has given you the illusion-what if, I mean if, one party insists on provoking conflict?"

Babajid Akinbad and Horace Greenstitch looked at each other. This question was something they tried their best to avoid. Can still continue to create miracles - this "miracle" means that there are more than 200 countries in the world, no country has declared war on wizards, and no country has irreconcilable armed conflicts between wizards and non-wizards~IndoMTL.com~When necessary , some countries can be dropped. "Akinbad said with difficulty.

"What about the wizards living there?"

"Arrange to evacuate," Aginbad said.

"What about those who don't want to move away, let them fend for themselves?"

Aginbad was speechless.

"Also, what about new wizards?"

This is also an unsolvable problem.

…

"Akinbad's face is ugly, what did you say?" On the golden chair, Ms. Bones quietly leaned over and asked.

"Some truth."

Bones glared at Felix.

"The wedding has begun." Sirius coughed twice.