After the deal with Fudge was completed, Mike was released from the cell by Fudge.

At Fudge's warm invitation, he did not go home directly. Instead, he and Fudge visited some places in the Ministry of Magic that ordinary people could not see.

Such as the death chamber.

It was a rather strange place. There were only a few chairs and a shabby curtain hanging on a wooden shelf in the entire spacious room.

According to Fudge, this is the curtain of the other side. Any creature that passes through this curtain will die and its soul reaches the other side.

This is an exclusive treasure of the British Ministry of Magic. Although the Ministry of Magic in other countries have similar items used to execute prisoners, they are not as precious as the Curtain of the Other Side.

Just like the execution table of the Ministry of Magic in the United States, it is a bottomless pool of liquid that looks like mercury. If anything is submerged in this pool of water, it will be instantly dissolved.

Doesn’t this thing sound much better than the curtain on the other side?

But in fact, when it comes to quality, Biangan Curtain Medicine is so much higher than it.

After all, what the pool of water destroyed was the body, but the curtain on the other side destroyed the pure soul.

Mike knew why Fudge took him to visit this place. He just wanted to warn himself and let him know the consequences of going against the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge's hand might be useful on ordinary people, but for a monster like Mike whose mental age is far greater than his physical age, it's really no big deal.

Just death.

I have seen a lot.

Not only that, Mike even wanted to laugh.

Others who wanted to regain control used the strategy of giving a sweet date a slap in the face, but in Fudge's hands it was the other way around.

Perhaps because he saw that Mike was not as scared as he expected, Fudge left after taking Mike to visit the death chamber, leaving only the mustachioed gentleman to take Mike to the guest room of the Ministry of Magic.

The gentleman with the mustache did not dare to look down on Mike now. What Mike said in the cell just now scared him badly. Although Mike later said that he was joking, the gentleman with the mustache had so many years of experience in interrogating prisoners.

It seems that Mike's expression at that time was not even the slightest bit joking.

He really wants his own life!

Thinking like this, the gentleman with the mustache couldn't help but walk a little faster. After taking Mike to the guest room, he quickly left.

In the early morning of the next day, Mike was awakened by two witches wearing Ministry of Magic uniforms. These two witches were not very old. They should be interns who had just graduated from Hogwarts. One of them, Mike, even

It also felt a bit familiar, as if I had seen it in Hogwarts.

Seeing Mike wake up, the two witches leaned over with red faces and said nothing, holding wet towels and other toiletries and a brand new wizard robe in their hands.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Mike didn't know what Fudge was planning to do, but he still enjoyed the treatment of an aristocratic gentleman with an expressionless face, and was then taken to an aisle next to the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

Here, Fudge and some other officials were waiting.

"You should know the manuscript I gave you by heart, right?"

"What manuscript?"

Mike looked at Fudge with a puzzled look.

Seeing this, Fudge slapped himself on the forehead, suppressed his anger and said into Mike's ear:

"We have signed a contract! The reporters are waiting outside now. If you mess up for me, you know the consequences."

"You have never given me any manuscripts." Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "And please remember! I am not one of your subordinates, we are a cooperative relationship, Mr. Minister!"

Fudge was furious when he heard this. Just when he was about to say something, a young official opened the door and said breathlessly:

"Mr. Minister, the time is coming."

Fudge looked suffocated and snorted coldly. He quickly calmed down the anger on his face, put on his usual kind smile, and led Mike to push open the golden door in the room.

This is the hall of the Ministry of Magic. Mike and Abbot came here once during their last vacation.

Just like last time, there were still people coming and going, and it was a busy scene.

But the only difference is that the people here now are not employees of the Ministry of Magic, but reporters from various newspapers.

Mike discovered that there was no difference between magical wizard reporters and those Muggle reporters when facing big news. When he, Fudge and others appeared in the hall, the group of reporters who were still chirping and chatting instantly seemed like

Smelling the smell of blood, piranhas rushed up.

"Mr. Minister, what do you think of the riots that occurred at the Quidditch World Cup?"

"Mr. Minister, I think many victims are planning to sue the Ministry of Magic. What do you think about this?"

"Mr. Townley, were you tortured while being detained by the Ministry of Magic? Did the Ministry of Magic want to surrender?"

…

The magic wands that had been released from the recording spell were stretched out in front of Fudge and Mike, and there were more people holding magic cameras to take pictures.

It was the first time for Mike to see such a scene. He swallowed his saliva and was about to answer the question when he was interrupted by Fudge.

"Everyone, please maintain order and trust the Ministry of Magic. I will give everyone a satisfactory answer."

As soon as this statement came out, the originally noisy hall immediately fell silent, and the reporters who were filled with indignation at the beginning also shut their mouths.

This is not surprising. What appeared in front of Mike was clearly a press conference to resolve the public opinion turmoil.

As for this high-level press conference, reporters who are truly dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic will not be included.

In other words, all the reporters present today, no matter what their attitude is, in fact, they are all invited by the Ministry of Magic, that is, they are here to help clean up the Ministry of Magic.

"First of all, I feel very indignant about the terrorist attacks at the Quidditch World Cup. Although there is no news about those thugs yet, I swear that we will definitely... (omit 10,000 words here)."

An hour later, Mike, who was almost bald after waiting, finally got a chance to speak.

The drowsy reporters who had been tortured by Fudge's long speech also cheered up.

You know, although they were invited by the Ministry of Magic to clean the ground, they are also eager for big news.

Compared with the cunning Fudge, Mike, a young wizard who is not yet an adult, is obviously more likely to break some shocking news without any hesitation.

So, under the expectant eyes of a pair of eyes, Mike raised the wand and put it against his throat.

"Um, I'm fine."

After saying that, Mike dispelled the loud voice spell and stood beside Fudge with an expressionless face.

Reporters:…

Fudge:…

officers:……

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

At this time, Fudge was the first to react and began to applaud.

"Bah bang bang!"

The crisp applause was like a start button, instantly making everyone present react and start applauding.

In the crowd, there were even some shameless people cheering.

Cold sweat ran down Mike's face.

He was also in despair. What could he do if he didn't memorize the manuscript?

Fudge on the other side was smiling happily.

He knew very well that talking too much would lead to mistakes, so when he knew that Mike had not memorized the manuscript, he felt very desperate in his heart, because Mike's speech at the meeting might be used as evidence to attack the Ministry of Magic.

And now it seems that although the scene is quite embarrassing, Mike still understands it very well!

Since you are afraid of saying the wrong thing, just say as little as possible!

Thinking of this, the smile on Fudge's face became even brighter.

…

Two hours later, Mike was lying on the sofa of his villa in Godric's Hollow in the same position as Ge You.

The press conference just now really exhausted him.

Although he only said four words from beginning to end.

But very very tired.

Tired.

Especially when you have to deal with such a large group of people.

Mike reluctantly raised his head and glanced at the people in front of him.

Harry Ron, the Weasley brothers, all the Freemasons, Professor Flitwick...

Alas, my heart is even more tired.

"Mike! It's great that you're okay!" This is Harry.

"I told you a long time ago that Mike will be fine. You guys are just worried." This is George and Fred.

"Now you are a great hero." Of course it was Ron who was so bitter.

Mike waved his hand and took it as a reply.

At this time, Penello took a large stack of newspapers and came to Mike's side and sat down.

"Let's take a look. Because of this incident, the entire wizarding world is going crazy."

Hearing this, Mike reluctantly cheered up, took the newspaper, and started reading.

"Shocked! A terrorist attack occurred at the Quidditch World Cup, and a 14-year-old boy came forward! Defeat the thugs!"

"It's such a disgrace that it's been thrown abroad! The opinions of the Ministers of Magic of France, the United States and other countries on this terrorist attack are ironic!"

"If I can't cure the terrorists, I can't cure you? The young hero who saved tens of thousands of people was detained by the Ministry of Magic!"

"A commonplace question is whether the use of black magic should be banned. Is it the magic that controls the wizard, or the wizard that controls the magic?"

…

Mike's face was calm and the thick stack of newspapers was all still on the coffee table.

The reports above are not nutritious.

He can even guess the content just by looking at the title.

It's just pretending to be sad and having a deep hatred for the Ministry of Magic, and then go and criticize the Ministry of Magic.

But if you want to say how much these reporters who wrote the article really hate the Ministry of Magic, you have no idea.

All they need is newspaper sales.

In other words, readers will write whatever they like to see.

It can also be seen from this that the prestige of the Ministry of Magic has almost ceased to exist after this incident.

After all, what happened this time happened at an international event called the Quidditch World Cup.

This is equivalent to the Muggle world's Olympic Games, where the bearded man hijacked a plane and crashed the venue.

Not only will this make other countries laugh, but its own citizens will also lose their sense of security.

Many people have fled this country during Voldemort's time. For more than ten years, the Ministry of Magic has been trying to change people's inherent impression of the corrupt country. It wants to give the country a sense of security, and also wants those who fled to other countries to

Come back again.

They have done very well over the past ten years.

But now, it's all ruined.

Just because a bunch of idle nobles got drunk.

'The magic world in the Kingdom of Corruption is rotten to the core.'

A beautiful smile appeared on Mike's lips, and he stretched out and continued to lie on the sofa.

None of this has anything to do with him.

"Mike, don't blame Hermione, she is doing it for your own good." Harry leaned over and said with some embarrassment, "Hermione has explained to us about black magic. We all hope that you will not do it again in the future.

Used black magic."

Mike suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Harry.

Harry seemed to be frightened. He shrank his neck and stopped talking, but his eyes kept drifting towards Penello.

"Oh, Mike. If you can't use black magic in the future, you better not use it. After all, it's not a good thing. The reason why black magic is banned is because it can change the user's mind and make people gradually become crazy."

Penello said softly upon seeing this.

Harry nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice.

The three Weasley brothers beside them also cast concerned looks.

Mike's eyes glanced back and forth at the three of them.

He could cite many reasons to refute their theory.

For example, if you have strong mental power and are very accomplished in Occlumency, using some black magic will not cause any serious consequences as long as you don't use it too frequently.

But after thinking for a while, he gave up the idea of ​​arguing with them.

He said with a smile:

"OK."

Hearing this, the originally serious atmosphere in the villa also relaxed.

Everyone was laughing, but Professor Flitwick's eyebrows still knitted together.

He felt that he was starting to lose sight of Mike. The student he valued most, the student he trained as his own son, seemed to have some bad changes.

You know, that is the most difficult fire curse to control!

Moreover, the Fire Curse has always been recorded together with other black magic such as the three unforgivable curses.

Mike can even use the Fire Curse so well. It's like a black magic spell like the Death Curse, so it's just a piece of cake to use it?

Thinking of this, Flitwick had the urge to strangle Black to death.

What kind of book could this guy give Mike? He actually gave him black magic!? Isn’t this a clear sign that he wants his good student to go astray?

No! I will never allow Mike to become a dark wizard!

Professor Flitwick sighed deeply, raised his head and looked at Mike seriously, and said:

"Mike, although you used black magic this time to save innocent people, you still violated the ban on using magic outside of school. Therefore, you will be placed in solitary confinement after school starts."

"Is there...is there such a school rule?" Mike was a little at a loss.

"some!"

Flitwick looked serious.

He felt that the reason why Mike went astray was entirely because he cared too little about him during this period.

So now, he decided that he must spend more time with Mike!
Chapter completed!