Chapter 599 The weather is really nice

. Unlike ordinary flashlights that first shine vertically and then spread out, the light from the flashlight in Harry's hand spreads out directly, which results in the entire office being covered by a layer of faint blue light except for the small area where he is standing.

Under the shining of this light, Dumbledore's originally angry expression gradually became calm and peaceful, and finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

And the other portraits who pretended to sleep and eavesdropped on the side also really fell asleep one by one.

Seeing this, Harry nodded with satisfaction, turned off the flashlight and put it away.

According to the words of the Death Cloak, with Harry's current ability, even if he is Mike's best friend, he still has no chance to steal the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone.

You know, Mike carries these two things with him now.

And Harry's strength is unlikely to grow to the level of being able to compete with Mike in a short period of time, so there is only one way before them.

That is to take a different approach, search for mysterious objects, and use the strange properties of this magical existence called mysterious objects to steal the Deathly Hallows.

The flashlight that Harry used just now was a mysterious object that he had found with the help of the Death Cloak during this period.

In order to obtain this mysterious object, Mike had lurked in the home of a dead otaku in southern Ireland for three days, and finally found it in the basement of his house while the other party was too absorbed in playing games.

Its function is very simple, that is, it can erase memory, and the amount of erasure needs to be controlled by the exposure time. Usually, a whole day's memory can be directly erased in just one minute.

At first glance, the function of this flashlight seems to be a bit useless.

After all, wizards originally have the Oblivion spell that can erase other people's memories.

But in fact, the ability of this flashlight is even more terrifying, because it can not only make creatures lose their memory, but also make magical items or technological creations lose their memory.

For example, if you use this flashlight to shine on an alarm clock that has been set for a time, then when the time is up, the alarm clock will completely forget about waking you up.

Dumbledore and the portraits of these past headmasters obviously cannot escape the category of magic items, so they will also be affected by this mysterious object.

The light dissipated, and the place returned to its previous darkness. The huge headmaster's office was extremely quiet, with only the light snoring of the portraits on the wall still looming.

He heard Dumbledore's last words clearly, but he didn't care now.

Even if those "they" mentioned by Dumbledore really intervened in this matter, even if the so-called ancient gods really led to the destruction of the world in the end, Harry would still fulfill his wish-resurrecting those who should not have died.

His parents, Professor Snape, Headmaster Dumbledore, Neville's parents, everyone in the Order of the Phoenix...

Harry actually knew very well that many of these people didn't want to be resurrected, especially in such a painful way.

But Harry still didn't care.

As Harry said before, he has worked hard for others for more than ten years, and now it's time to live for himself.

"I resurrect you, and it has nothing to do with you. It doesn't matter whether you are grateful to me or hate me. Because I just want you to live. '

Thinking like this, Harry lowered his head, and finally looked around the office that he was very familiar with, then he pushed open the door and walked out quietly.

In the long corridor outside the door, there was a faint beam of light across the ground.

Harry walked slowly over and saw a glass window embedded in the wall. It was only then that he realized that the sky outside had begun to turn white, and the sun would rise as usual.

Looking at the red clouds on the horizon and the light mist above the forbidden forest, Harry instinctively took a deep breath.

Although he still breathed in the slightly turbid air in the castle, Harry felt relaxed and happy, and felt a sense of relief for no reason, and the corners of his mouth rose involuntarily.

He had already got the answer he wanted from Dumbledore. Although the answer was a little unsatisfactory, it was enough for Harry.

At this moment, Harry suddenly didn't want to leave Hogwarts now.

He put on the Death Cloak and took the floating staircase to the first floor. He saw Peeves hiding on the wall at the top of the passage with a grimace on his face, holding many colorful balloons filled with water.

Harry immediately understood that Peeves was preparing to give the freshmen a unique welcome ceremony.

This is almost an annual routine. When Harry first arrived at school, Peeves had also been tormented by those water balloons, but that was before the sorting ceremony.

Now Peeves dared to do this on the first day of formal classes. Isn't he afraid that the professors will cause trouble for him?

After thinking for a moment, Harry suddenly felt a sense of evil.

He slowly approached Peeves. With the powerful effect of the Death Cloak, Peeves didn't notice it at all.

Then, Harry put his mouth close to Peeves' ear and imitated the voice of the Bloody Baron and roared:

"Peeves!!"

"Ahhhh! Lord Baron!"

Peeves screamed and threw the water balloon in his hand, and fled to the second floor like a fly.

Perhaps because he was too flustered, Peeves bumped into the wall, then bounced up like a ball and quickly disappeared into a doorway.

Harry laughed so hard that he almost couldn't stand up straight. You know, Peeves bullied him a lot in the past, and now he was taking revenge.

After a while, Harry finally recovered.

At this moment, students also came out of the lounge one after another and began to return to the hall to enjoy a hearty breakfast.

With their appearance, the whole Hogwarts finally came alive.

The hall was noisy. Some people were concentrating on reciting something, some were fighting with their companions for the last sausage on the plate, and some were driving away the owls hovering over his head...

All of this made Harry miss it very much.

If he could, he really wanted to take off the cloak of the god of death and join the carnival that happened every day.

Unfortunately, he already knew how to fix it.

With a deep sigh, Harry wrapped his death cloak tighter, turned around and walked quickly towards the castle gate.

At this time, Ron, who was cutting sausages in the corner, suddenly paused. He seemed to sense something and turned his head to look outside the castle gate.

There, the golden sunlight of the early morning had already tilted on the wide marble steps, turning it into a sunny avenue.

But there was no one there.

Ron shook his head in disappointment, then looked up at the magic ceiling above his head reflecting the blue sky outside and sighed:

"Ah, the weather is really good today."

...

In the office of the Minister of Magic, Mike was also enjoying breakfast.

But compared to the hearty classic English breakfast of Hogwarts students, his breakfast was much simpler.

An apple, a glass of milk, that's all.

This obviously did not fit Mike's identity as the Minister of Magic, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The last multi-national magic ministers' summit gave him a lot of new knowledge and information, but it also brought him a lot of new work.

This further compressed his limited time, so he could only choose this kind of breakfast that could be solved quickly.

After a simple breakfast, Mike started working again.

At this moment, a stack of A4-sized parchments were neatly placed in front of them. These were the contents that Mike personally decided after the preliminary processing of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Penelope.

Among these things, the first thing to bear the brunt was the matter about Carlisle.

Perhaps it was out of revenge against Mike, or maybe Picquery really couldn't tolerate Carlisle and Kled doing whatever they wanted on their own land.

In short, after the summit, Carlisle's situation in the United States took a sharp turn for the worse, almost to the point of being broken through.

Because Mike had promised Carlisle that he and his friends would be given a certain degree of entry privileges when dividing the post-war interests, so that they could enter the Ministry of Magic in times of crisis.

So this time Carlisle unceremoniously submitted a ZZ asylum application to Mike.

Looking at this document, Mike felt a headache.

This is not because Mike is stingy and wants to settle bad debts, but because the list submitted by Carlisle is too long! There are nearly 50,000 non-human intelligent creatures!

Obviously, Carlisle is an honest child and a very loyal boss.

Even if he retreats, he will drag his brothers to run together, instead of enjoying the glory and wealth alone.

But Mike thinks that Carlisle misunderstood his meaning.

His original promise did not say that he could bring so many people in at the same time.

You know, a large number of poor, poorly educated, and different customs and habits of refugees pouring in will seriously affect social stability.

European countries in the previous life and post-immigration countries such as France have proved this with painful reality.

Now the magic world of Yingguo is in ruins and a thriving scene. Mike does not want those inferior non-human intelligent creatures to come in and create all kinds of bad cases that will affect social security, thus smearing a piece of mud on this beautiful scene!

Frowning, Mike finally threw the document on the table.

Penelope, who was accompanying Mike, frowned and asked:

"Mike, do you disagree with this?"

"Of course."

"I know that letting these guys in will cause a lot of trouble, but it is also good for us, isn't it?" Penelope continued, "You know, they are all excellent cheap labor. Now the magic world of Yingguo is developing rapidly. Letting them in can greatly reduce our labor costs, right?"

Mike was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head and said:

"Maybe it is true in the Muggle world, but this is the wizard world. Wizards can do magic."

Penelope showed a puzzled look, and seeing that she still didn't understand, Mike could only continue:

"What is cheap labor? Black slaves in the 16th century were cheap labor for slave owners, and workers in developing countries are cheap labor for companies in developed countries. This principle seems to be applicable to the wizarding world, but in fact you have overlooked a big problem. That is the examples I mentioned earlier. Both sides are human beings, while wizards and non-human intelligent creatures are different. Many non-human intelligent creatures do not know magic, which is very fatal.

Without magic, after they come in, they can only engage in some unskilled mechanical labor and make a living by selling physical labor. But these working wizards can do the same with the help of magic, and they can do it faster, better and more labor-saving than them.

So for us, only those Muggle wizards who have no money and ability and creatures like goblins and house elves who can use magic are cheap labor. Other creatures are just garbage that can only eat and shit. The

reason why I made such a promise to Carlisle was that I wanted to absorb the educated and powerful elites among them, not all garbage. Do you understand what I said?"

Penelope nodded with all her thoughts.

In order to help Mike, she has read a lot of Muggle books recently, which has benefited her a lot, but also made her have some cognitive biases.

Fortunately, she is already an adult, and this bias can be changed after realizing this.

Seeing that Penelope understood, Mike also smiled and nodded, pointing to the document and said:

"Go tell Carlisle. In view of the current situation, I can only give him 50 entry quotas, let him go back and fill in the list again."

Penelope responded and put the document away.

Neither of them thought there was anything wrong with doing so, although it seemed a bit cruel to Carlisle, who would do something without benefits?

And taking a step back, even if Mike completely tore up his promise, what could Carlisle do?

In the face of power, all Carlisle can do is beg servilely.

This is reality.

Carlisle's matter was over, and Mike picked up the next document.

Unlike the last one, Mike laughed as soon as he saw the title this time.

Because this document was about the opening of Hogwarts.

Survey data showed that although Mike made many changes to the entire Hogwarts education system this time, perhaps because of the many things that happened last year, both public opinion and students' parents showed a high degree of acceptance of this reform.

This made Mike very happy.

Just as Mike was reading the document with relish, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open.