Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 130 The wrong time was set.

Finding a few scumbags in a vast sea of ​​people is really not easy. Even if the newspaper is full of its own people, finding the contributors will take a lot of effort and cannot be done in a day or two.

Besides, wizards, especially those with some ability, are extremely mobile. Even if you find out who it is, you might not be able to find them.

So Owen didn't rush to leave the castle. Instead, he wrote a few letters and waited for news at Hogwarts. Because Owen wrote letters, the Ministry of Magic didn't take any action against him. Instead, it allowed this kind of thinking to spread among wizards. In fact, everyone wanted to see if the British wizarding world was still the kind of place that nurtured evil ideas as before.

One Voldemort caused Britain decades of turmoil, and now, after only a few years of peace, ambitious individuals have emerged to stir up trouble again.

This is a rare opportunity. Students who have always been inclined to study wizarding humanities have never stopped their research, even after graduating and entering the Ministry of Magic.

They did achieve some results. They discovered that Voldemort's methods were actually quite simple. He initially seduced various pure-blood families. As times progressed and wizards from Muggle families gradually gained dominance, the pure-bloods' sense of crisis grew stronger.

Just then, Voldemort approached them, promising substantial benefits and a rise in the status of purebloods upon his success.

The purebloods were fooled. As Voldemort's influence began to spread, the purebloods gained nothing, and their status was reduced to that of servants by Voldemort. It's hard to say whether this status improved or declined. After Voldemort's first death, the wizarding world began various purges, causing the status of the purebloods to plummet.

If it weren't for Owen's appearance, all the purebloods could do was follow Voldemort down his path to the bitter end.

Now that Voldemort is dead, and utterly dead, beyond any possibility of resurrection, the purebloods are no longer implicated because of Voldemort. On the contrary, because they sided with Owen, their reputations have improved and their interests are secured. Now, even if someone tries to cause trouble, the purebloods will not follow suit.

Without the financial support of purebloods, any conspiracy that wants to grow will become incredibly slow. Therefore, if you want to obtain a large sum of operating funds, you can only turn your attention to Gringotts.

After reaching this conclusion, people began to lie in wait around Gringotts. The Ministry of Magic has three Auror squads every day, which will not be deployed no matter what happens, but they can arrive at Gringotts immediately if there is a problem.

The wizards entrusted the money to the fairies to keep them in check, to keep the fairies engrossed in the glow of Galleons and prevent them from plotting a rebellion. But now, it seems to have become a habit, and no one cares even if the fairies often wear a sour face.

But Owen wouldn't get used to it. Even before he was in power, he stopped depositing his Galleons in Gringotts. After he came to power, all of Hogwarts' funds were withdrawn from Gringotts and used for other purposes.

But that's all he can do. He has no reason to make all the wizards abandon their habits, take the money out of Gringotts, and hold it in their own hands.

Therefore, he had been making preparations to defend against Gringotts all along, but this incident brought them into the open.

Even with the current power of the Ministry of Magic, they can't find the person. Owen has reason to suspect that this was arranged by the fairies.

In a peaceful magical world, the income from Galleons is stable, and wizards' spending power increases, which leads to a rapid decrease in the number of Galleons in Gringotts.

This doesn't suit the fairies' needs at all; they prefer the vault to be overflowing with Galleons!

A large net has been cast; whether any prey will fall into it depends on the prey's intentions.

In an unmarked office, Hermione hung up the two-way mirror that was connecting her to Owen, let out a long sigh, picked up the mirror again, and began quickly contacting the others.

These people were all handed over to her by Irving, and it was made very clear that she would be in charge of this matter, and Irving would provide all the necessary support, regardless of the process, only the result.

It can be considered a professional exam.

That's right, even after graduation, she couldn't escape the fate of taking exams, but Hermione was very energetic and her management was very organized.

It wasn't that he was being special to her. Owen would give all the students who entered the Ministry of Magic a chance to temporarily wield a certain amount of power and then assign them tasks. Those who seized the opportunity would receive subsequent support, while those who didn't would practice more and wait for the next opportunity to come.

Cedric was like that, and Hermione was no exception, but this time her chance was both great and dangerous.

If she does well, she will be highly valued from then on, and her status will rise very quickly. If she doesn't do well, she will have to settle down for a while longer.

Hermione is a competitive girl, both in school and after leaving school and entering the workforce, and so—

"My dear, these dragon statues—"

In the back garden, Owen was having tea and snacks with Dumbledore. The old wizard intended to praise Owen's style of allowing his student to express himself freely, but before he could finish speaking, Owen interjected, "There are ten dragon statues in total, but five of them here are not statues, but real dragons."

Thankfully, the old wizard didn't have any tea in his mouth right now, or he would have definitely spat it out!

"Five fire dragons?"

"Yes, they were all sent over from the Fire Dragon Reserve to recuperate. To keep their existence a secret, there are five other fire dragon statues. As you know, the students are too curious. If they knew that fire dragons were here to recuperate, their injuries might not heal properly."

The old wizard nodded, then suddenly spoke up: "Hagrid—doesn't he know either?"

"No, Hagrid knows, even he was the one taking care of these injured dragons."

The old wizard was genuinely surprised. He had been back for quite some time and saw Hagrid every day, but Hagrid hadn't mentioned the five dragons at the school at all. When did Hagrid learn to keep secrets?

Seeing his expression, Owen knew what the old wizard was thinking. He smiled and said, "Hagrid is not a man who can keep a secret, but if the secret is no longer a secret, but something that is common knowledge, then he naturally won't reveal it."

That's it!

The old wizard immediately understood, and was also pleased that Owen had found the correct way to use Hagrid. However, there was still one thing he was worried about: "Darling, will those trips you took to America to help the Muggles have any repercussions?"

Irving laughed.

Even superheroes are considered Muggles in the eyes of wizards, or rather, anyone who cannot use magic is a Muggle, regardless of their abilities.

"I've invited one of them to give us a lesson tomorrow. You can come and listen too; I think it will be very interesting."

Since he got his own owl, Stark's letters have been nonstop. He even complained in one of his letters that real owls fly too slowly and that he really wanted to get an electronic owl to deliver his messages.

As Owen had said, electronic components cannot be integrated with magic, so wizards do not use electronic products. Stark actually took this to heart. He wanted to come to Hogwarts to try to find the balance between magic and electronics, and then save the wizards from the "outdated era".

Irving did not refuse, but actually invited him to the school to give a public lecture to the students. The content was simple: he talked about modern Muggle technology.

Stark didn't know what he was thinking, but he agreed, and then he prepared to fly over from the United States wearing his battle suit. However, Owen informed him in advance that he must "enter Britain in the normal way".

Iron Man is incredibly fast, faster than anti-aircraft missiles, but even his speed can't overcome magic. Now, the entire British sky is covered by a defensive magical net; any unmarked flying object that manages to get through... hehe—

Blue fireworks will appear in the sky over Britain.

Incidentally, the inventor of this product was a student who graduated from Hufflepuff in the same year as Hermione and is now the chief researcher in the Ministry of Magic's Office of Research.

After getting off the plane, Stark spotted Owen immediately. Although he wasn't wearing a wizard's robe, Owen's attire was still quite different from the others. Compared to normal young people, Owen looked like a descendant of an ancient noble family, and his casual clothes were relatively retro.

"Irving, this outfit of yours—I'm afraid I'd have to go to an auction to buy it!"

"No need. If you want to wear them, they sell them in Diagon Alley."

"Are all wizards like you?"

"Not quite the same —"

Stark didn't go to Hogwarts immediately, but went to Diagon Alley first. He understood the principle of "when in Rome, do as the Romans do," so he wanted to dress more like a wizard.

But after arriving in Diagon Alley and meeting more wizards, he realized that Owen's purely retro clothing was actually quite normal.

He wore long pants underneath his beach shorts, one foot in riding boots and the other in flip-flops, and had a car sticker on his clothes.

There are countless people like this!

"Irving, please make sure I can wear clothes similar to yours. I don't want to change the school's atmosphere."

Owen chuckled. "Mr. Stark, your suit is very good. Wizards cherish freedom, but this freedom comes after adulthood, so please don't worry."

Stark chuckled, "Alright then, but—magic is truly amazing."

When he entered Diagon Alley, he looked no different from any other Muggle who was seeing it for the first time. But when he took out his phone to take a picture, he found that the phone was unusable and wouldn't even turn on.

As a tech genius, he knew the motherboard was burned out just by feeling the unusual temperature on the phone.

"No matter how refined magic is, it is still a kind of power, and this power cannot be withstood by fragile electronic components. Wizards also want the convenience brought by technology, so they have been dedicated to research."

At this point, Irving pointed to a store and said, "But so far, the most successful thing has been cameras, but in my opinion, they only look similar on the outside."

Stark held a newspaper in his hand, staring at the moving images on it in deep thought.

"Therefore, if we want wizards to integrate into Muggles, all of the Muggles' technological products must be made able to withstand the impact of magic without being damaged. The cost of this is too great; wizards cannot afford it, and neither can Muggles."

Owen smiled and glanced at him: "If only a few individuals possess this technological capability, the consequences will be unpredictable. Neither we nor the Muggle side will allow such a variable to occur. So, Mr. Stark, what are your thoughts?"

Stark's mind worked incredibly fast; he immediately understood what Owen meant, but he nonchalantly laughed and said, "I don't care. I certainly won't do anything you're worried about."

"Yeah?"

Owen laughed again: "Mr. Stark, if I told you that the oldest wizard is over six hundred years old this year, would you still think so?"

Stark was dumbfounded: "How many? Six hundred years old??? You're not kidding me, are you?"

Owen shook his head: "No, that man is Nicolas Flamel, a great alchemist and one of my teachers. Mr. Stark, I'm telling the truth. Wizards may never catch up with Muggles in the field of technology, but in certain areas, we have things that Muggles can never achieve."

Stark sighed. "Alright, I am indeed tempted, deeply tempted. I know what to do. Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret. If necessary, you can use magic on me."

Irving waved his hand magnanimously: "No need for that. I trust you, Tony. You may be a playboy, but you have a sense of responsibility that most people don't have."

Stark laughed. It seemed that besides Pepper Potts, there was another person who understood him best.

"Thank you for your trust, but Owen, I'd like to know, how have the wizards managed to keep their existence so secret for so long?"

"Because of magic—" Owen explained to him as they strolled through Diagon Alley, "to deal with this kind of thing, wizards have developed a series of spells, such as the Muggle Confusion Charm, which allows Muggles without magical talent to ignore wizards or wizarding buildings around them. Even if it happens by chance, there's the Forgetfulness Charm, which can erase a person's memory without harming them—"

Stark's expression grew increasingly grim as he listened. Finally, he looked at Owen and said, "You didn't—you used these spells on me too, did you?"

Irving smiled meaningfully, but did not answer his question.