bookbashuk Chapter 353 The Ministry of Magic's Ban! The Hog's Head Gathering—It's Time to Sound
Chapter 353 The Ministry of Magic's Ban! The Hog's Head Gathering—It's Time to Sound
Chapter 353 The Ministry of Magic's Ban! The Hog's Head Gathering—It's Time to Sound the Horn of Counterattack!
Ministry of Magic, Minister's office.
The curtains were drawn, obscuring the magical light source that floated in the hall.
This made the already underground office even darker.
Minister Scringer rested his hands on his forehead, staring intently at a letter that had appeared on his desk sometime earlier.
I'm drenched in sweat.
The letter was written in a beautiful, standard cursive script, like that of a printer:
Thank you for your previous amusement, Minister Scringer.
I am very satisfied.
[Enclosed is a small gift. Wishing you good health.]
Mr. Lamp
Mr. Ittō!!
The "gift" was a bloodstained magic wand.
The user seems quite proud of their identity.
His name was engraved in gold lettering at the end of the wand:
Coban Yaxley.
It was the official he sent to investigate.
"This is a declaration of war... This is absolutely a blatant declaration of war!"
With a bang, Scrimgeour slammed his fist on the table, panting heavily.
"How dare they openly defy the authority of the Ministry of Magic! They're practically disregarding me—'The Lamp'!!"
In Scrimgeour's mind.
The faces of Ethan and Dumbledore appeared.
...The new professor of dark magic is undoubtedly "Mr. Lamp".
Ethan and Dumbledore were definitely aware of the situation.
even.
Scrimgeour had a vague premonition.
From beginning to end, it was all the work of that mysterious, dark-haired boy, Ethan Vincent!
"What new savior...it's all a lie! I haven't seen him save many people."
Werewolf Potion?
Those are inherently factors that cause social instability.
Scrimgeour had long wanted to take coercive measures to centrally manage these hazards.
If Ethan hadn't interfered...
"I'm afraid even the resurrection of the mysterious man is a farce orchestrated by Ethan himself! Its purpose is to cover up his own dark intentions!"
Crunch, crunch.
Minister Scrinje clenched his fist tightly.
The veins on his neck were bulging.
He felt a burning anger at being fooled, and his cheeks were burning hot.
...we were completely fooled.
Thinking they were in the best of luck, in reality, their every move was under the other party's watchful eye.
"Lamp...what a fitting name. We are like moths, drawn without hesitation to that dazzling light."
"Then they fell into the abyss, becoming kindling for the other side."
Scrimgeour's gaze was cold and resolute; he had made up his mind.
It is imperative to take coercive measures.
The collaboration with Ethan occurred at a time of power transition.
He quickly solidified his position.
However, as the saying goes, the trust of politicians is like a house built of playing cards; it will collapse in the wind.
Once you realize you can no longer control the other person, you must quickly nip it in the bud!
...Although, this cradle may be the "cradle of the ancient gods".
Scrimgeour thought with a blank expression.
He burned the letters and summoned his men.
He said in a deep voice, "Immediately draft a decree, using the pretext of the mysterious man's resurrection, to send a large number of our people to Hogwarts! Closely monitor every move within the school!"
"And they forcibly disbanded all groups on campus and banned group activities!"
Is it true that Ethan also has a Beacon of Light society?
Ha, are they trying to recreate the Death Eaters and build their own group?
Think beautiful!
Upon hearing this...
One of the subordinates was taken aback and said in astonishment, "Isn't this...isn't this too forceful? Headmaster Dumbledore won't agree to it—"
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"Disagree? Ha."
Minister Scringer snorted coldly.
He casually tossed the bloodstained wand to one of his men, saying, "Show this wand to Dumbledore, and he'll understand!"
"Yes, yes!"
Scrimgeour was ready to break ties with Dumbledore.
however.
To his surprise...
These mandatory measures were passed smoothly without obstruction.
Hogwarts, in the Headmaster's office.
"Hehehe."
Headmaster Dumbledore stood before a portrait of a girl, his smile warm and gentle.
It seemed as if their arrival had been anticipated.
Even seeing the magic wand didn't elicit any reaction.
Sunlight streamed down Dumbledore's face, illuminating every silver thread and every wrinkle.
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Minister Scrinje frowned.
He only realized it then.
This white wizard, regarded as the "guardian of the wizarding world," is already so old.
"I am old and tired, Rufus," said Dumbledore.
"I have nothing left to do. You young people, do whatever you want."
Upon hearing this...
Scrimgeour raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "Is this the confidence you have after siding with the Demon King?"
"Hehehe~"
Dumbledore burst into laughter, almost heartily.
no answer.
He simply turned his head and stared intently at the portrait of the girl.
Behind the lenses, his eyes sparkled.
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Minister Scringer pursed his lips, feeling that he had made a fool of himself.
It's like using your proud Rising Dragon Fist, only to have your opponent completely ignore it.
I felt a little depressed.
"Since you're being so cooperative, the official documents will be issued soon. I'll take my leave now."
Minister Scringer politely adjusted the brim of his hat.
Before leaving.
He looked at the painting and couldn't help but exclaim, "This painting is really good, so lifelike, just like the real thing."
"Yes, just like a real person..."
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Dumbledore replied.
He raised his withered hand and slowly stroked the delicate skin on the oil painting.
She murmured, "She is my most precious treasure."
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Scrimgeour raised an eyebrow, turned and left.
He thought to himself:
That old man has really gone mad.
He can pour his heart into a painting.
Ah, otherwise they would be associating with evil.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The sound of a hammer striking a nail echoed throughout the corridor.
The students all looked up.
Looking up the tall ladder, Mr. Filch, the warden, was relentlessly swinging his hammer, nailing the Ministry of Magic's newly issued ban to the wall.
“I’ve always been curious,” Michael frowned, “why would a Squirrel be chosen to do something that magic could easily accomplish.”
"Is this considered Muggle abuse?"
Mandy pushed up her glasses: "Go ahead and say that to Filch if you dare."
Everyone hates Filch, and everyone is afraid of Filch.
Anyone who deviates from the rules by even a fingertip will, in the next second, have a hook appear in the darkness, its face sharp and sarcastic.
They would all be startled.
Harry: "From today onwards, to ensure the safety of students, all group activities are suspended, and gatherings of five or more students are prohibited..." What kind of ridiculous rule is this?!
What is the relationship between group activities and student safety?
The Ministry of Magic is really treating them like politicians!
The students complained loudly and openly denounced the Ministry of Magic's domineering behavior.
Just then.
"Children, what are you looking at?"
A voice as elegant as fine wine rang out.
The students instinctively jolted and quickly made way for each other.
Among the professors, the only one wearing a suit and cloak was the Dark Magic professor.
He stepped forward like a king approaching in grand style.
Gazing at the conspicuous ban, he stroked his chin and murmured, "Hmm... I see."
Then he shook his head and sighed, "This won't do, Mr. Filch, you've made a big mistake."
"What?"
Filch glared fiercely at Professor Vortex.
He loathed this new professor to the extreme!
They completely disregard the rules of the castle!
Just for helping the Weasley twins create pranks, he deserves to die!
Filch: "Ha, your classes must be quite restricted, right? The Ministry of Magic has issued a lot of regulations targeting you!"
"If you ask me, the Ministry of Magic has really done a great thing." "You misunderstand me, Mr. Filch. I didn't come to you to talk about this."
Professor Vortex, Ethan, shook his head.
She looked up and smiled, "What I meant was that your arrangement is completely lacking in aesthetics."
Filch: "Huh?"
The words fell.
The walls surged, and countless terrifying tentacles crawled out from them!
Like a tidal wave, it surged wildly towards the ban!
"Aaaaaah!!"
Filch screamed and fell backward in fright!
He lost his footing and fell off the ladder!
"brush"
A gentle magic enveloped him.
Gently place him on the ground.
"Oh dear, look at you, you're so careless."
When Filch opened his eyes, he was met with a swirling face right in front of him.
He was so close that he could see the grooves on that rubbery skin.
It stared at him like a black hole.
Filch:
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Don't come here! !
He angrily shoved Professor Whirlpool aside, scrambled to his feet, and roared furiously, "The Ministry of Magic will arrest you sooner or later! Just you wait and see!"
Ethan: "I'm really looking forward to it!"
Filch: "
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Ugh, I'm so angry!!!
After seeing off the administrator who had turned into a pufferfish.
Ethan turned his attention back to the various prohibitions.
He murmured, "In the end, they're nothing more than words on paper."
"But when they are given power," they can influence and deprive others of their rights.
"The Ministry of Magic is as domineering as ever."
"He still hasn't experienced the baptism of art..."
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Ethan knew.
The Ministry of Magic made such a big move.
It was because of the letter he sent.
"Unfortunately, Minister Scringer took action, but made the wrong choice."
"Sigh, so people still need to have some discernment."
How could someone as righteous and just as him be the Dark Lord?
It's indistinguishable.
They'll all be punished by having to watch a hundred times of great art.
At this time.
Ethan overheard Hermione beside him say worriedly, "The Ministry of Magic is going to disband all the clubs? What will happen to our Beacon of Light club?"
"Merlin! Is Hogwarts' secret talent development program about to be interrupted?"
Hermione's cheeks flushed red, and she looked as anxious as if the world were about to end tomorrow.
Indeed, the Beacon of Enlightenment Society is a problem.
But it's not a big problem.
Ethan glanced sideways at the Aurors watching them nearby, thinking:
The Ministry of Magic wanted to use its power to suppress him.
Let them see what "bottoming out and rebounding" really means.
Anyway.
He has never followed the rules either.
Ethan raised the corners of his mouth and slowly walked away.
That night.
All members of the Beacon of Light Society heard a message whispered in their ears as night fell:
[We'll be in Hogsmeade this weekend. Meet at the Hog's Head Tavern at 2 PM.]
It's time to sound the horn of counterattack!
Weekend in Hogsmeade Village.
1:30 PM, Pig Head Bar.
Looking at the dilapidated old building in front of him, Ron asked curiously, "I've never been to the Pig's Head. I heard it's filthy and chaotic inside, and the owner has a terrible temper!"
"Uh-huh."
Harry answered absentmindedly.
His brows were furrowed, and he looked like a deep thinker.
Hermione: "Alright, let's hurry up and go inside!"
She looked around warily and pushed them forward.
"An Auror has already noticed this place!"
the other side.
The Aurors exchanged glances as they watched the three hurriedly enter the bar.
Hurry up and catch up.
Although monitoring students is wrong, the minister specifically issued an order.
Every move of key students should be reported.
Furthermore, secret gatherings are not allowed.
Students, just go to school honestly.
"Squeak"
The rusty door hinges are turning.
What came into view was an unbelievable scene!
A universe, a galaxy.
Stars swirled around, their dreamlike colors forming ethereal ribbons.
They surrounded them.
It felt as if I had stepped from reality into a dream.
It is a world of fungi.
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The Aurors stood frozen in place.
No.
It should be said that it drifts and rotates with the universe.
A flood of complex information poured into their minds.
It disrupted their thoughts and easily dissolved their reason.
It made their eyes become dull.
The Aurors gradually came to understand everything.
"Squeak"
The rusty door hinges are turning.
Harry and his two companions rushed inside.
What came into view was a dilapidated and dimly lit area.
A shriveled head hung on the bar counter. Upon seeing them, it yelled, "A few more brats!"
The dining table surface looked like it hadn't been wiped for ten years, and it was covered in a layer of oil.
Hermione distanced herself a few steps away in disgust.
And right in the center of the bar, in a place that can be seen at a glance.
Their Beacon of Light club president, Ethan Vincent, was waiting for them with a smile, his chin resting on his hands.
A ray of sunlight shone through the heavy windowpane, landing perfectly on his pulled-up hood.
Let Ethan's face be half in sunlight and half in shadow.
The one bright, diamond-blue eye that was exposed stared at them without blinking.
That sharp and piercing gaze seemed capable of tearing through flesh and stabbing straight into the soul.
A smile curved her lips as she said, "I knew someone would arrive half an hour early."
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Harry and Ron were stunned.
Hermione shouted and ran after them.
He opened his arms and saw Luna, hidden in the shadows beside Ethan.
Only then did he manage to calm down a little.
"Ethan! It feels like I haven't seen you in ages!"
Hermione clasped her hands together, her eyes fixed intently on Ethan.
This sight made Ron turn his head away, sticking out his tongue.
Look at her, she's such a fangirl!
Why have you never been so gentle with us?
Hermione was speaking from the heart.
She even felt a little wronged.
For some reason, Ethan has been nowhere to be seen this semester.
Even club activities have decreased significantly.
However, under the torment of the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
We all pass away at the speed of light every day, so we don't have the energy to care about anything else.
"I am always with you."
Ethan said mysteriously.
Because the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is me, Ethan!
Hermione was taken aback.
I thought Ethan was referring to his golden spirit.
The kind of "gold" that can cause poisoning if swallowed.
His expression turned strange.
Let's give us some breathing room.
Otherwise, I'll really go crazy from all this QAQ
soon.
The invited members of the Enlightenment Society gradually arrived.
No one was late.
It seems everyone is afraid of Ethan.
Ethan said with satisfaction, "Very good, then let's begin today's gathering."
talking.
He snapped his fingers and, amidst the horrified stares of the crowd, said:
"Sir, bring the wine."
The shop owner, Aberforth, was a burly man from a large, three-unit household.
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"Sir," you son of a bitch!
Do they really think this is a five-star hotel?!
Aberforth glared at the students who were huddled up like quails, and exhaled heavily through his nose.
Then, muttering curses, he turned around and went to pour the wine.
Everyone: "Wow—"
As expected of Ethan, he can even tame a vicious gangster!
Aberforth, Dumbledore's younger brother: For the sake of that painting...
Beer barrels overflowing with golden foam, under Ethan's direction.
They lined up and floated to the students' hands.
Under their tense yet expectant gazes, Ethan slowly spoke: "Do you know that the most intense light always bursts forth from the deepest darkness, squeezed out of it?"
"The more the Ministry of Magic is wary of us, the more it tries to suppress us."
"Then we will unleash an even more furious blaze!"
"That's right!"
Justin shouted excitedly, jumping to his feet with the barrel in hand.
then.
Belatedly realizing what was happening, she blushed and stiffly sat back down.
Aberforth, sipping his butterbeer, watched the scene with a cold eye, thinking to himself:
With just a few words, he touched people's hearts.
Like oil being poured over a raging fire, the child's words inherently possessed the most sincere and passionate magic.
"Hmph, they are not to be underestimated."
Abu Fusi smacked his lips and then took another big gulp.
Ethan: "Gentlemen, the time is ripe."
"After so many years of hard work, it's time for our flower of light to bloom throughout the world!"
"Do you know that deep within Gringotts, pitiful dragons guard the wealth plundered by sinners?"
"Even if the prisoner has been tried and entered Azkaban."
"It was still not distributed to war heroes as compensation or pensions."
"And why does the Ministry of Magic turn a blind eye to this?"
Ethan slammed the barrel down heavily on the table.
The hearts of everyone who was listening intently skipped a beat!
"This is all because the Ministry of Magic has taken advantage of these ill-gotten gains."
Ethan spoke slowly and deliberately, his eyes piercing.
"Our first shot in the wizarding world is to expose the deep-seated corruption within Gringotts."
"Tear away the black cloth that the Ministry of Magic is desperately trying to cover up."
"Let the world officially know the name of us, the guiding lights!"
—By the way.
Take Hufflepuff's golden cup.
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