"I wasn't happy here to begin with. The Ministry of Magic is restricting this and that every day. It's not as good as us..."
A lively banquet was still being held in the manor of a pure-blood noble in Canada today. While the banquet was getting a little heated, several wizards who were quite familiar with each other started chatting with wine glasses.
As well-known wizards in Canada, they know what happened last night better than wizards in other places.
The Dark Mark was lit up everywhere, and the Minister of Magic was ambushed by Death Eaters when he rushed to the scene in person. If it hadn't been for the fact that he brought too many people with him and the other party returned without success, the Canadian wizarding world would be in chaos now. Looks like it.
"Designing now? Will you become the target of public criticism?"
Another pureblood raised his glass, his face not showing the slightest hint of panic that this proposal was too ridiculous.
The Ministry of Magic prefers to use its own people. Their love for pure blood is because pure blood has wealth passed down from generation to generation. As for those names - sorry, those tacky guys in the Ministry of Magic don't like the existence of galleons that cannot be realized. .
Although they can still find ways to do business by following the Ministry of Magic, once they follow the Dark Lord, they may become the Ministry of Magic themselves...
"The risk is still a bit high...but we can go to Ilvermorny and give it a try. Maybe they need more detailed information..."
Just when several people were talking about their views on the future of the magical world, a house elf suddenly came over and bowed his head humbly.
"Owner…"
She screamed softly, but this had already caused her master's displeasure - a qualified house elf should hide his or her existence very well, and should never appear except for services, especially in banquets.
"Please forgive me, Master..." the elf's shrill voice sounded, "You told me that once I get relevant information over there, I must notify you as soon as possible..."
"They are not outsiders, just tell me directly, Shamuya."
"Yes Master."
She saluted, and then said in that unique voice, "Master, the British Daily Prophet published the latest news they obtained. It described in detail the discovery of a defected Auror. It was brand new. intelligence."
"The British guys must be very anxious," the wizard who spoke was holding a wine glass with a look of gloating on his face, "They had liquidated a large number of Death Eaters, but the Dark Lord suddenly returned with force and even captured one A huge magical world."
This thing was really funny, and for a while this corner was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
"Bring the newspaper here, Samua, maybe we can do a little help."
…
The newspapers that were brought were quickly circulated among the wizards, and the smiles on their faces suddenly disappeared.
According to newspapers in the UK, the Dark Lord is carrying out a blood purification plan to make pure blood purer...
It sounds really good - but it's really hard to say who the pureblood is...
As a country that doesn't even have decent wizarding bloodlines, they certainly recognize each other in the Canadian magic world claiming to be pure-blood nobles, but what about leaving here?
Will British and American pure blood be purer?
Maybe, maybe not, but who dares to bet? God knows what the Dark Lord is thinking. He didn't even make a public statement - what if he surrenders but is used as fuel for other purebloods?
Life is at stake, who dares to bet?
Moreover, the Dark Lord didn't even contact the purebloods here before taking action - could it be true, as reported in the newspapers, that they couldn't wait to start because the war in the United States had stopped and they couldn't find suitable experimental materials? What about assassins trying to mess things up and then taking the opportunity to rob the wizard?
If you think about it again, does the Dark Lord think that other people's bloodlines are not pure enough, so their purebloods with a little reputation are the appropriate fuel? Who dares to bet on this!
"Otherwise, let's discuss it later..."
"Ah, let's talk about it next time, let's talk next time... Maybe we can go to Australia and have a look. When the results come out here, it's safer there, isn't it..."
"It makes some sense..."
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"It is reported that…"
"Informed sources report..."
"Not yet checked..."
"Be vigilant..."
Moody looked at the newspaper in his hand, feeling dumbfounded.
It's obviously such shocking news, but the tone of the ministry's news reports is almost all speculation and inference, and none of it seems reliable at all - but it looks extremely scary.
If he hadn't been fully involved in the so-called attack case, he would have marveled at the damn blood purification plan, because it really looked like something Voldemort would do.
Obsessed with pure blood, believing in pure blood, and then thinking about restoring the glory of pure blood, even using those who are not so pure as fuel...
He put down the newspaper and prepared to go to the big office to inquire - the matter was too real. Could it be that they had found some new information channel?
However, when he passed by the corridor, he found two groups of students confronting each other in an empty classroom.
"Mudblood!"
"Oh, firewood."
"Mudblood!"
"Ah, the ingredients for the potion."
"Mudblood!"
"Do you want to be drunk, or do you want to be made into a lubricant? You Slytherin potions are so good, you will definitely be able to come up with a finished product that you are satisfied with - seriously, do you prefer to be dried or concocted? "
"Dirty Mudblood!"
"At least we won't be made into medicine, you guys, tsk tsk..."
"would not!"
"You have so many pure bloods. Potions School. I hope that when Professor Snape uses you to make potions, he can write your names in cursive letters on the label... Ah, this round bottle is Dennis, and this crystal The bottle is Jim, tsk tsk… a collector's item."
Because the scolding battle was really interesting, Moody rarely opened the door to intervene, but looked at it with his magic eye.
The news of the return of the Dark Lord has really put everyone under a lot of pressure. There have been a lot of conflicts in the school due to pressure in the past two days, but today the atmosphere seems to have become very serious. Slytherin's combat effectiveness suddenly dropped a lot. .
However, the excitement quickly moved towards the duel. Moody took out his wand and was about to go in to stop them, but found that William had also wandered over.
"There's going to be a fight inside, Professor William."
There were seventh-grade students inside. In order to provide better teaching, they had agreed before that they would try not to catch the students being taught to avoid rebellious psychology. Instead, they would catch one and try to persuade the other later. The educational effect was very good.
"Graduation exams are almost here, and you're still fooling around!"
William angrily took out his wand, opened the door with a wave, and then successfully captured a large number of students.
After those students briefly stated what happened, one student suddenly raised his hand.
"Professor, you are a famous potion master. Do you really think there is such a potion?"
William glanced at the student who asked the question, and a smile appeared on his face, "Such a potion is never within my research field - but you have to know, that is the Dark Lord..."
ps: There will be more at noon tomorrow, so I should...