Chapter 276 Public Opinion

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 weird 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 will reach 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. Anything submerged in this pool of water 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 is destroyed by the pool of water is the body, but what is destroyed by the curtain on the other side is the pure soul.

Mike knew why Fudge took him to visit here. It was just to warn him and let him know the consequences of going against the Ministry of Magic.

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

Just death.

I have seen a lot.

Not only that, Mike even wanted to laugh.

Others who wanted to take back others 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 of 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 pampering 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 it up for me, you know the consequences."

"You have never given me any manuscripts." Mike raised his eyebrows and said, "Besides, 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's face was suffocated, and he 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 pounced on it.

"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.

Mike, who was seeing such a scene for the first time, swallowed his saliva. He was about to answer the question but was interrupted by Fudge.

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

As soon as these words came out, the 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 since then.

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 the Ministry of Magic clean up the ground.

"First of all, I am 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 ten thousand 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 tirade 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.

"Uh, I'm fine."

After saying that, Mike dispelled the loud voice curse 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 desperate. 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 tired.

Tired.

Especially having to deal with this large group of people in front of me.

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

Harry Ron, Brother Weasley, all Freemasons, Professor Flitwick...

Alas, my heart is even more tired.

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

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

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

Mike waved his hand and took it as a reply.

At this time, Penello came to Mike with a large pile of newspapers 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.

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

"It's a shame and was thrown abroad!" The ministers of magic from France, the United States and other countries expressed their views on the terrorist attack with sarcastic words! 》

"If I Can't Cure Terrorists, I Can't Cure You?" The young hero who saved tens of thousands of people was detained by the Ministry of Magic! 》

"It's a commonplace question, should black magic be banned?" Does the curse control the wizard, or does the wizard control the curse. 》

…

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

The reports above are not nutritious.

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

He was just pretending to be sad and having a deep hatred for the Ministry of Magic, and then went to 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 are 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, this incident 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 to make those who fled to other countries feel safe. Come back again.

They've done a great job over the past decade or so.

But now, it's all ruined.

Just because a group of idle nobles got drunk.

‘The magic world of the Rotten Kingdom is rotten to the core. ’

Mike had a nice smile on his lips, 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 shrunk 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 nearby 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 high attainments 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, except for Professor Flitwick, whose eyebrows were still knitted together.

He felt that he was starting to lose sight of Mike. The student he valued the most, the student he cultivated 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 book would this guy give Mike? He actually gave him black magic! ? Doesn’t this make it clear that he wants his good students 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...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!

Go teach Mike personally how to be a human being!