Chapter 204 Patent Registration and Photos

Noticing where Mike's eyes were, Abbott explained:

"This is the Magic Brotherhood Fountain, which symbolizes the friendship between wizards and intelligent magical creatures such as centaurs."

Mike noticed that Abbott's tone was a little sarcastic when he said this, and he understood what he meant.

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

In the real world, centaurs and goblins do not worship human wizards at all, and there is only endless hatred. Similarly, most wizards do not have the slightest respect for these magical creatures who also have wisdom, but continue to discriminate and abuse them, treating them as beasts.

Mike was deeply touched by this point. The group of centaurs living in the Forbidden Forest were full of hatred for humans. In fact, the centaurs in the Forbidden Forest had much better living conditions than the centaurs outside. The wizards would beat and scold these magical creatures if they were not satisfied, and kill them on the spot if they dared to resist.

Due to the existence of wizards' unlimited defense rights over magical creatures, the Magical Creatures Protection Act is basically in name only. Wizards can slaughter these magical creatures at will as long as they find a reason.

The magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest generally have no 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 remembered the horror of being dominated by humans.

Mike and Abbot walked to the security checkpoint deep in the main hall. Anyone who comes to the Ministry of Magic needs to go through the security checkpoint, otherwise they cannot enter the office area inside the Ministry of Magic.

When passing the Magic Brothers Fountain, Mike found that there was a full layer of copper Knuts and silver Sickles at the bottom of the fountain pool, most of which were copper coins, with only a small amount of silver coins mixed in, but strangely, Mike did not find any gold Galleons in it.

These coins sparkled under the bright light in the main hall, and at the edge of the pool was a sign with English words:

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

threw a gold Galleon in, and Mike curled his lips and walked directly to the security checkpoint, not imitating Abbott's example and throwing a gold Galleon in.

He had seen enough similar donation activities in his previous life. Most of the money collected from such activities would fall into the pockets of relevant personnel, and only a very small part would actually be put into practice. From the experience of living in the wizarding society in the past two years, the moral level of wizards is not much higher than that of Muggles, so this donation is likely to be a show.

As if to punish Mike for not donating, a flash of lightning suddenly slid across the glass ceiling of the main hall. Everyone felt a sudden light in front of their eyes and then heard a rumbling thunder.

Mike looked up and saw that the glass ceiling was already covered with dark clouds. Large drops of rain hit the glass ceiling, making a puffing sound. From time to time, a flash of lightning would slide through the dark clouds, making a deafening thunder.

Mike was a little confused. This is underground, and it is the eighth floor underground. Why can he still see the sky outside?

"It's just a trick. All the windows of the Ministry of Magic can see different weather, and the magic maintenance department determines what weather you can see."

Abbot explained to Mike.

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

Compared with 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 completing the security check with great difficulty, Mike and Abbot finally passed the security check desk. What appeared in front of them at this moment was a row of golden doors, and behind these doors were passages leading to at least twenty elevators.

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

taking the elevator to the destination with great difficulty, Mike was a little dumbfounded.

It turned out that the so-called International Magic Trade Standards Association actually had only one large counter, with three middle-aged witches as receptionists. The guests who came here to handle business were also very well-mannered, and they consciously lined up in three long queues.

Looking at the three surprisingly long queues, Mike was secretly shocked.

Mike and Abbott naturally did not have to queue up. After Abbott told one of the middle-aged witches about his identity, he directly bypassed the counter and walked to an office at the back.

Seeing this, the people who were queuing up immediately became dissatisfied and began to speak in various ways that Mike could not understand.

Mike and Abbott did not understand either. Although they knew that what they said was definitely not good, they pretended not to hear and walked into the office.

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 also a small desk. A beautiful brown-haired woman wearing a women's suit and with a delicate face was sitting behind the desk, busy processing documents piled up like a mountain in front of her.

"Oh! Abbott, you're finally here. I thought you were going to stand me up again today." The middle-aged wizard put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up and greeted enthusiastically, "And this must be the hero of Hogwarts, the dueling king Mr. Mike Tonley, he is really young and promising. Not only is he very strong, but he also invented the wonderful drink, the Dolphin Magic Drink!"

"President, you are too kind. I'm just lucky."

Mike frowned slightly and was modest. But he was very confused in his heart. How did the president of the International Trade Standards Association know about the Hogwarts dueling competition? Did he also participate in that unique competition?

However, in this situation, Mike would naturally not ask such a question directly, so the three of them finally got to the point after a moment of greeting.

"Mr. President, I wonder how the things we agreed on before are going?"

"Are you still unsure of my work? I have prepared them for you a long time ago." The middle-aged wizard took out a dozen documents from the drawer and handed them to Mike, "Yes, they are here. Now Mr. Townley just needs to sign the magic signature and it can be filed."

Mike carefully looked at the document and found that it was just a simple patent application, and it also contained all the documents from the initial patent application submission form to the final patent collection form. These documents that originally took several months to go through the process are now all lying in front of Mike. Now, as long as he signs his magic signature, the patent for Dolphin Magic Drink will be his.

Holding the magic wand and signing his name on each document, Mike handed the dozen documents back to the middle-aged wizard, and after confirming that they were correct, the middle-aged wizard handed Mike a patent certificate.

"Congratulations, Mr. Townley, the Dolphin Magic Drink is yours."

The middle-aged wizard shook hands with Abbot and Mike one after another. Mike, who had extremely strong mental power, heard him shaking hands with Abbot and said in an inaudible voice: "Mr. Foley, you see, my son joined the Auror Corps..."

Abbot did not reply to this, but secretly made an OK gesture and walked out of the office with Mike under the warm farewell of the middle-aged fat bald wizard.

The conversation between them made Mike more determined in his inner view of the ideological and moral construction of wizards. It turned out that it was right not to put money in the fountain before.

"Okay, it's finally done. Let's go home quickly next." After walking out of the office, Abbot snapped his fingers and said, "Today's lunch we have prepared a lot of ingredients you have never heard of, and you will definitely not be disappointed!"

His words aroused Mike's interest. You know, Mike is also a glutton and has eaten a lot of various strange things, so he doubted what Abbot said.

But then he remembered that this was the wizarding world, where magical creatures existed, so what Abbott was talking about should be magical creatures.

"You're not talking about gods..."

Abbott covered Mike's mouth halfway through his words.

Abbott looked around in panic, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one noticed them.

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

Abbott muttered a lot in Mike's ear, and finally saw Mike nodded before slowly letting go of his hand.

Mike really 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 felt the wonder of the wizarding world in terms of diet. The food he eats in Hogwarts has always been some very ordinary Muggle food, and he doesn't know if the dishes made with magical creatures are particularly delicious.

Mike and Abbott left the crowded International Magic Trade Standards Association at a high speed, but this time Abbott did not take Mike back to the main hall by the previous elevator, but directly changed to the Auror Office on the second floor.

The second floor of the British Ministry of Magic is the office 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, Mike immediately found that there were fewer people coming and going when he arrived here.

Abbott, on the other hand, was like coming to his own home. Almost everyone they met along the way would greet Abbott.

However, Mike was not surprised by this. After all, although Abbott himself was only an Auror captain, his father was the second in command of the Auror Corps. It would be strange if others did not curry favor with him.

Then Abbott used his privilege as the son of the deputy director of the Auror Office and directly used the fireplace used by his father, Uncle Mario, to go to and from work to return to his own manor, saving the time of queuing in the main hall to use the fireplace.

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

But he didn't ask Abbott. After all, it was just an insignificant matter.

However, the fact is that his mind is full of magical creatures, and he didn't think about it at all.

Because it was a dedicated fireplace, Mike and Abbott were directly teleported to Uncle Mario's study.

When the two cleaned up the dust on their bodies 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 see!"

Although Mike felt a little puzzled when he heard it, he still came up and took a newspaper handed over by Uncle Mario and read it.

After seeing it, 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 was vividly seen on the paper. The photo was particularly huge, almost occupying half of the page.

Below this photo, there was a much smaller photo posted, which was the scene of him defeating Cedric in the final of the duel competition. It was unknown when they took the photo.

The other empty spaces on this page of the newspaper were all occupied by dense English letters. Mike looked closely and found that all of them were reports about himself.

Not only did it mention that Mike was extremely talented and powerful, but it also directly called Mike the best student in the grade. If Hermione saw this paragraph, she would definitely be so angry that she couldn't sleep for several days and nights.

The gorgeous words and exaggerated words used in this report made Mike's weathered old face blush slightly.

Looking at the signature of this report, he saw a familiar name, Rita Skeeter.

Mike was relieved the moment he saw the name. Sure enough, people who are good at writing negative articles are also good at writing hype articles. Once this exaggerated report came out, I believe that with the credibility of the Daily Prophet as the first newspaper in the wizarding world, there will definitely be many ignorant people who think that Mike is as perfect as it is written.

Smiling and shaking his head, Mike turned the page of the newspaper. According to the layout of this report, there should be an interview with Rita Skeeter about other students in the school.

However, this turn was fine, but Mike's smile suddenly froze.

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

It turned out to be Ron's pet, the mouse Scabbers.