Noticing where Mike's gaze fell, Abt explained:

"This is the Magic Brothers Fountain, which symbolizes the friendship between wizards and centaurs and other intelligent magical creatures."

Mike noticed that Abbot's tone was somewhat sarcastic when he said this, and he understood what he meant.

On the surface this fountain is the Brothers' Fountain, but in fact it should be called the 'Fountain of Hypocrisy'.

In the real world, centaurs and goblins do not worship human wizards at all, but only have endless hatred. Most wizards also have no respect for these magical creatures who are also intelligent, but continue to discriminate and abuse them.

They regard them as beasts.

Mike is deeply touched by this. The group of centaurs living in the Forbidden Forest are full of hatred for humans. In fact, the living conditions of the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest are much better than those outside. The wizards are very concerned about these magical creatures.

That means beating and scolding if there is any slight disobedience, and killing on the spot if anyone dares to resist.

Due to the existence of wizards' unlimited defense rights against magical creatures, the Magical Creatures Protection Act is basically ineffective. Wizards can slaughter these magical creatures arbitrarily as long as they find a pretext.

The magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest generally don't have such concerns, after all, they are protected by Dumbledore.

In fact, they have been breeding in the Forbidden Forest for several generations. It was not until Mike arrived that they finally recalled the horror of being dominated by humans.

Mike and Abbot walked to the security checkpoint deep in the main hall. Anyone coming to the Ministry of Magic needs to go through the security checkpoint, otherwise they will not be able to enter the internal office area of ​​the Ministry of Magic.

When passing the Magic Brothers Fountain, Mike discovered that the bottom of the fountain's pool was full of copper Knuts and Silver Sickles. Most of them were copper coins, with only a small amount of silver coins mixed in. But strangely, Mike was not there.

Gold galleons were found inside.

These coins sparkled under the bright light in the main hall, and a sign was inserted on the edge of the pool, which read in English:

'All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain are donated to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.'

Abt casually threw a gold galleons in, but Mike curled his lips when he saw this, and walked directly to the security checkpoint, without following Abt's example and throwing a gold galleons in.

He has seen enough similar donation activities in his previous life. Most of the money collected from such activities will fall into the pockets of the relevant personnel, and only a very small part will actually be implemented. From the past two years in the wizarding society,

Judging from life experience, the moral level of wizards is not much higher than that of Muggles, so this donation is probably just for show.

As if to punish Mike for not donating money, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed outside the glass ceiling of the main hall. Everyone felt their eyes suddenly light up and then heard the rumble of thunder.

Mike looked up and saw that there were already dark clouds outside the glass ceiling. Large drops of rain slapped on the glass ceiling, making a popping sound. From time to time, there would be a bolt of lightning sliding through the dark clouds, making a deafening sound.

thunder.

Mike was immediately confused. This was underground, and it was on the eighth floor underground. Why could he still see the sky outside?

"This is just a little trick. All the windows in the Ministry of Magic can see different weather, and it is the Magic Maintenance Department that decides what weather you can see."

Abbot explained for Mike.

After hearing this, Mike no longer cared about it. Abbot was right, this was just a little trick, and all the scenes they saw now were artificially created fakes.

Compared to the magic on the ceiling of the Hogwarts Great Hall that can reflect the real scene outside the castle in real time, this method is really not worth mentioning.

After finally completing the security check, Mike and Abbot finally passed the security checkpoint. What appeared in front of them at this moment was a row of golden doors. Behind these doors were passages leading to at least twenty elevators.

Patent filing is under the jurisdiction of the International Magical Cooperation Department, so Mike, led by Abt, took an elevator leading to the International Magical Trade Standards Association, a subsidiary of the International Magical Cooperation Department on the eighth floor.

After finally arriving at the destination by taking the elevator, Mike was a little dumbfounded.

It turns out that the so-called International Magic Trade Standards Association only has one large counter, with three middle-aged witches serving as receptionists. The customers who come here to handle business are also very qualified, and they queue up in three long queues very consciously.

Looking at the three astonishingly long lines, Mike was secretly speechless.

Naturally, Mike and Abt didn't have to queue. After expressing his identity to one of the middle-aged witches, Abt bypassed the counter and walked to an office at the back.

The people who were queuing up immediately became dissatisfied when they saw this, and started talking in various ways that the microphone could not understand.

Mike and Abbot didn't understand either. Although they knew that what they said was definitely not a good thing, they walked into the office as if they didn't hear them.

In the office, a middle-aged bald wizard with a big belly was sitting behind a desk, drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. In the corner of the room, there was a small desk, and a man wearing a women's suit with a beautiful face

The delicate brown-haired beauty is sitting behind the desk, busy processing the files piled as high as a hill in front of her.

"Oh! Abt, you are finally here. I thought you were going to let me go again today." The middle-aged wizard put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up and greeted enthusiastically, "And this must be

Mr. McTownley, the hero of Hogwarts and the King of Duels, is really young and promising. Not only is he strong at such a young age, he also invented a wonderful drink like Dolphin's Magic Drink!"

"The president is so complimentary. I'm just lucky."

Mike frowned slightly and acted modestly. But he was very confused in his heart. How did the president of the International Trade Standards Association know about the Hogwarts Duel Competition? Did he also participate in that independent competition?

Tool?

However, in this situation, Mike naturally would not ask such a question directly, so the three of them chatted for a while before finally getting to the point.

"Mr. President, I wonder what happened to the things we agreed on before?"

"Aren't you still worried about what I'm doing? I've already prepared it for you." The middle-aged wizard took out a dozen documents from the drawer and handed them to Mike, "No, it's here. Now we just need Tangli.

Sir, just sign the magic signature and it will be filed."

Mike looked at the document carefully and found that it was a simple patent application, and it also contained all the documents from the initial patent application submission form to the final patent collection form, which originally required several steps.

All the documents for the monthly process are now lying in front of Mike. Now as long as he signs his magic signature, the patent for Dolphin's Magic Drink will be his.

Taking his wand and signing his name on each of the documents, Mike handed the dozens of documents back to the middle-aged wizard. After confirming that they were correct, the middle-aged wizard handed over a patent certificate.

Got Mike.

"Congratulations, Mr. Townley, Dolphin's Magic Drink is yours."

The middle-aged wizard shook hands with Abt and Mike one after another. Mike, who was extremely mentally powerful, heard him say in an inaudible voice when shaking hands with Abt: "Mr. Foley, my son Jin Ao

Look at what happened with Luo’s troops..."

Abbot did not reply to this, but made a secret OK gesture and then walked out of the office with Mike under the warm send-off of the middle-aged fat bald wizard.

The conversation between them strengthened Mike's inner views on the ideological and moral construction of wizards. Sure enough, it was right not to put money into the fountain before.

"Okay, it's finally over. Let's go home quickly." After walking out of the office, Abt snapped his fingers and said, "We have prepared a lot of ingredients for lunch today that you have never heard of. You will definitely not be disappointed.

!”

His words aroused Mike's interest. You must know that Mike is also a gourmet. He has eaten a lot of all kinds of weird things, so he has doubts about what Abbot said.

But then he remembered that this was in the wizarding world, and there were magical creatures here, so what Abt was talking about should be magical creatures.

"Could it be God you're talking about..."

Mike's mouth was covered by Abt just halfway through his words.

I saw Abt looking around in a panic, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was paying attention to them.

"Shh, just know it in your heart, don't say it out loud." Abt whispered, "It's not good to say this in public. Many magical creatures are now protected creatures, so you know."

Abbot whispered in Mike's ear, and finally saw Mike nod before slowly letting go of his hand.

As expected, Mike stopped talking about this matter, but he became curious about today's dinner.

Although he has been in the wizarding world for two years, he has not experienced the wonders of the wizarding world in terms of food. The food he eats in Hogwarts has always been very ordinary Muggle food, and he does not know how to use magic.

Isn’t the food made by living creatures particularly delicious?

Mike and Abbot sped away from the crowded International Magical Trade Standards Association, but this time Abbot did not take Mike to take the previous elevator back to the main hall, but directly transferred to the Auror office on the second floor.

The second floor of the British Ministry of Magic is the office space of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, and the Auror Office is an important force department under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic.

Since the first floor is the office of the Minister of Magic, and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is generally not open to the public, Macton found that there were far fewer people coming and going as soon as he arrived here.

But Abut felt like he had arrived at his own home, and almost everyone they met along the way would say hello to Abut.

But Mike was not surprised by this. After all, although Abbot himself was just an Auror squad leader, his father was the second-in-command in the Auror force. It would be strange if others didn't try to fawn over him.

Next, Abbot used his privilege as the son of the deputy director of the Auror Office and returned to his manor directly using the fireplace that his father, Uncle Mario, used exclusively for commuting, saving him the time of queuing up in the main hall to use the fireplace.

Mike couldn't understand this. Since there was a dedicated fireplace, why did they teleport to the main hall before?

But he didn't ask Abt, after all, it was just an unimportant matter.

However, the fact is that now his mind is full of the feast of magical creatures, and he has not put his mind on it at all.

Since it was a special fireplace, Mike and Abbot were directly teleported to Uncle Mario's study.

When the two of them cleaned up the dust and came to the living room, they found that Professor Flitwick and Uncle Mario had already returned from the Raven Cottage.

"Mike, you are finally back." Uncle Mario said enthusiastically, "Filius and I are talking about you, come and take a look!"

Although Mike felt a little baffled after hearing this, he still moved forward, took a newspaper handed over by Uncle Mario, and started reading.

Seeing this, Mike instantly understood why the previous president of the association knew him.

The magical photo of Mike holding the Hogwarts Special Contribution Award and taking a photo with Dumbledore appeared on the paper, and the photo was extremely huge, occupying almost half of the page.

Under this photo, a much smaller photo was posted. It was the scene of him defeating Cedric in the duel competition finals. I don't know when they took it.

The rest of the spare space in this newspaper was completely occupied by dense English letters. When Mike took a closer look, he realized that all of them were reports about himself.

The above not only mentioned Mike's extraordinary talent and strength, but also directly called Mike the person with the best academic performance in the grade. If Hermione saw this paragraph, she would definitely be so angry that she could not sleep for days and nights.

The language used in this report was so gorgeous and exaggerated that it almost made Mike's old and weather-beaten face blush slightly.

When I looked at the signature of this report, I saw a familiar name, Rita Skeeter.

Mike was relieved the moment he saw this name. Sure enough, a person who is good at writing black articles is also very good at writing hype articles. As soon as this exaggerated report came out, I believe that the Daily Prophet will become the number one newspaper in the wizarding world.

Without credibility, there will definitely be many ignorant and blind people who think that Mike is as perfect as written above.

Smiling and shaking his head, Mike turned over a page of the newspaper. Judging from the layout of this report, there should be Rita Skeeter's interviews with other students in the school.

However, this time it was okay, but Mike's smile suddenly froze.

On this side of the newspaper, there is a photo of the Weasley brothers and Ron. If it were just like this, Mike wouldn't be so shocked. The most important thing is that the little creature in Ron's arms in the photo is

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Chapter completed!