Chapter 276 Public Opinion

After completing the deal with Fudge, Michael was released from the cell by Fudge.

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

For example, the execution chamber.

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

According to Fudge, this is the other side of the curtain. Any living being who passes through this curtain will die and the soul will reach the other side.

This is the exclusive treasure of the British Ministry of Magic. Although the magic ministries of other countries also have similar things for executing prisoners, they are not as precious as this other side of the curtain.

Just like the execution platform of the US Ministry of Magic is a pool of bottomless liquid like mercury. Anything that is submerged in this pool of water will be instantly melted.

Doesn't this thing sound much better than the other side of the curtain?

But in fact, in terms of style, the other side of the curtain is much higher than it.

After all, the pool of water destroyed the body, while the veil of the other side destroyed the pure soul.

Mike knew why Fudge took him to visit here, just to warn him and let him know what would happen if he went against the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge's trick might be useful for ordinary people, but for a monster like Mike whose mental age was much older than his physical age, it was really no big deal. It was

just death.

He had seen it many times.

Not only that, Mike even wanted to laugh.

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

Perhaps because he saw that Mike was not as scared as he expected, Fudge left after taking Mike to visit the execution chamber, leaving only the gentleman with a mustache 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. Mike's words in the cell just now scared him a lot. Although Mike later said that he was joking, based on the gentleman's experience of interrogating prisoners for so many years, Mike's expression at that time was not a joke.

He really wanted his life!

Thinking of this, the gentleman with the mustache couldn't help but speed up his pace. After taking Mike to the guest room, he left quickly.

The next morning, Mike was awakened by two witches in the uniforms of the Ministry of Magic. The two witches were not very old. They should be interns who had just graduated from Hogwarts. Mike even felt that one of them looked familiar, as if he had seen her in Hogwarts.

Seeing Mike wake up, the two witches blushed and approached him without saying a word, holding wet towels and other toiletries and a brand new wizard robe in their hands.

The meaning was obvious.

Mike didn't know what Fudge was up to, but he still enjoyed the aristocratic wake-up treatment with a blank expression, and was then taken to a corridor next to the Ministry of Magic.

Here, Fudge and some other officials were already waiting.

"You should have memorized the manuscript given to you, right?"

"What manuscript?"

Mike looked at Fudge with a puzzled look.

Seeing this, Fudge slapped his forehead fiercely, suppressed his anger and whispered to Mike's ear:

"We have signed a contract! Now the reporters are waiting outside. If you mess up, 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 those idiots under your command. We are partners, Minister!"

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

"Minister, the time is up."

Fudge's face choked, he snorted coldly, quickly restrained the anger on his face, put on the same kind smile as usual, and pushed open the golden door in the room with Mike.

This is the lobby of the Ministry of Magic. Mike came here with Abbott during the last vacation.

Like last time, there were people coming and going here, 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 found that there was no difference between wizard reporters and Muggle reporters when faced with big news. When he, Fudge and others appeared in the hall, the group of reporters who were still chattering and chatting instantly pounced on them like piranhas smelling blood.

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

Minister, 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? Does the Ministry of Magic want to force you to confess?"

...

Wands with recording spells were extended in front of Fudge and Mike, and more people were holding magic cameras to take pictures.

Mike, who saw this scene for the first time, swallowed his saliva and was about to answer the question just now, 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 originally noisy hall immediately became quiet, and those reporters who were indignant at the beginning also shut up.

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

And at this level of press conference, those reporters who are really dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic will not be allowed in.

In other words, all the reporters present today, no matter what attitude they show, are actually invited by the Ministry of Magic, that is, to help the Ministry of Magic clean up the mess.

"First of all, I am very indignant about the terrorist attack in the Quidditch World Cup. Although there is no news about the thugs yet, I swear that we will... (10,000 words omitted here)."

An hour later, Mike, who was almost bald from waiting, finally got the opportunity to speak.

Those reporters who were a little drowsy due to Fudge's long speech also perked up.

You know, although they were hired by the Ministry of Magic to clean up the mess, they were also eager for big news.

Compared with the cunning Fudge, Mike, a young wizard who had not yet reached adulthood, was obviously more likely to speak without restraint and break out some shocking news.

So, under the gaze of a pair of expectant eyes, Mike raised his wand to his throat.

"Uh, I'm fine."

After saying that, Mike dispersed the loud voice spell and stood expressionlessly beside Fudge.

Reporters: ...

Fudge: ...

Officials: ...

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

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

"Pa pa pa!"

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

In the crowd, there were even shameless people cheering.

Cold sweat slid down Mike's face.

He was also desperate. What could he do without memorizing the script?

Fudge on the other side was smiling happily.

He knew that talking too much would lead to mistakes, so when he knew that Mike didn't memorize the script, he was very desperate, because Mike's speech later might be used as a handle to attack the Ministry of Magic.

Now it seems that although the scene is awkward, Mike is still very knowledgeable!

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

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

...

Two hours later, Mike was lying on the sofa of his villa in Godric's Hollow in a Ge You-like posture.

The press conference just now really made him very tired.

Although he only said four words from beginning to end.

But he was very tired.

Mentally tired.

Especially when he had to deal with such a large group of people in front of him.

Mike barely raised his head and looked at the people in front of him.

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

Oh, my heart was even more tired.

"Mike! I'm so glad you're okay!" This is Harry.

"I told you a long time ago that Mike will be fine. You are just worrying for nothing." This is George and Fred.

"You're a hero now." The one who was sour was of course Ron.

Mike waved his hand as a reply.

At this time, Penelope came to Mike with a large stack of newspapers and sat down.

"Come and see, the whole wizarding world is going crazy because of this incident." Hearing this,

Mike barely cheered up, took the newspaper and started reading.

"Shock! A terrorist attack occurred at the Quidditch World Cup, and a 14-year-old boy stood up! Defeated the thugs!"

"It's embarrassing abroad! The views of the Ministers of Magic of France, the United States and other countries on this terrorist attack are sarcastic!"

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

a cliché, should the dark magic be banned? Is it the spell that controls the wizards, or the wizards control the spells. "

...

Mike threw all the thick stack of newspapers on the coffee table with a calm face.

The reports on it are not nutritious.

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

They just pretended to be heartbroken and had a deep hatred for the Ministry of Magic.

But if you want to say how much these reporters really hate the Ministry of Magic, that's not the case.

All they need is the sales of newspapers.

In other words, they write what readers like to read.

It can be seen from this that the prestige of the Ministry of Magic is almost gone after this incident.

After all, this incident happened at the Quidditch World Cup, an international event.

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

This will not only make other countries laugh, but also make the country's citizens lose their sense of security.

Many people fled the country during Voldemort's time. Over the past decade, the Ministry of Magic has been trying to change people's inherent impression of the UK, hoping to make the country feel safe and to make those who fled to other countries come back.

In the past decade, they have done a good job.

But now, it's all ruined.

Just because a group of idle nobles got drunk.

The UK's magic world is rotten. '

Mike pulled out a nice smile, stretched and continued to lie on the sofa.

None of this had anything to do with him.

"Mike. Don't blame Hermione. She's doing this for your own good." Harry came over and said with some embarrassment, "Hermione has explained the matter of dark magic to us. We all hope that you will not use it again in the future."

Mike raised his head suddenly and looked straight at Harry.

Harry seemed to be frightened, his neck shrank and he stopped talking, but his eyes kept drifting to Penelope.

"Alas, Mike. It's better not to use dark magic in the future. After all, it's not a good thing. The reason why dark magic is forbidden is that it can change the user's mind and make people gradually go crazy."

Penelope said gently when she saw this.

Harry nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

The three Weasley brothers beside him also cast a concerned look.

Mike's eyes swept back and forth between the three of them.

He could cite many reasons to refute their theory.

For example, his mental power is very strong, and his attainments in brain occlumency are very high. As long as the frequency of use is not too high, using some black magic will not cause any serious consequences.

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

smiled and said:

"Okay."

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

Everyone was laughing, only Professor Flitwick's eyebrows were still frowning.

He felt that he began to see through Mike. The student in front of him, who he valued the most and trained as his own son, seemed to have some bad changes.

You know, that is the most difficult to control Fiery Curse!

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

Mike can use the Fiery Curse so well, so black magic such as the Killing Curse, wouldn't it be a drizzle to use it?

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

Why didn't this guy give Mike any other books? He actually gave him black magic! ? Isn't it obvious that he wants to lead his good student 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 the school. Therefore, you will be put in detention after the school starts."

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

"Yes!"

Flitwick looked serious.

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

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

To personally teach Mike the principles of being a human being!