Chapter 373: Ministry of Magic (and an Uncertain Number of Words Arriving at Beauxbatons!)

In fact, Dumbledore's sigh is not unreasonable.

Wizards are a stubborn and self-righteous group. According to the rules, those who lag behind will be beaten.

And the wizard group just exists in this awkward position.

The wizard group headed by the Ministry of Magic rejects Muggle products. They believe that Muggle products will hinder the progress of wizards and affect the purity of magic.

In fact, if they are separated from Muggles, the life of every wizard will become extremely painful.

Whether it is food, clothing, housing and transportation, these are inseparable from the labor of Muggles. Magic is just magic after all. Compared with humans, magic products have lost the most critical creativity.

Without Muggles, the wizard society will return to the more cruel Middle Ages, and this time, wizards will no longer be high gods.

Once a war breaks out, ordinary wizards with low talents will completely become the lowest-level soldiers, which is obviously unacceptable to the wizard group.

In addition to the large-scale pursuit of the Church, each generation of wizards is high above Muggles.

In fact, wizard society is gradually accepting the Muggle society. The establishment of the Ministry of Magic, newspapers, and factories are all ways of life born from the wisdom of Muggles.

In recent years, whether it is the appearance of Grindelwald or the rampant Voldemort, it has seriously hindered the mutual contact between the British wizarding world and the Muggle society.

Compared with Muggles, wizards are undoubtedly backward.

Take the thermal weapons of those Muggles as an example. Wizards can use wands to block one or several bullets, but what if they are replaced with more powerful thermal weapons?

If those monsters appear, Fan Lin does not think that a wild giant can block a Tomahawk missile across the continent, not to mention the more dangerous nuclear weapons.

Now it is a nuclear civilization, and the Muggles' means of attack have evolved from the original swords to thermonuclear weapons.

In terms of pure destructive power, wizards' magic seems to be far inferior to these weapons. Wizards can only dodge or escape with some fascinating spells.

Wizards need progress too much.

But these weapons that can destroy the world are still fundamentally unusable. For the entire environment, the explosion of each missile is undoubtedly fatal.

However, if these weapons are not used, the power of magic will make all Muggles feel fear.

According to Fan Lin's level, if he uses his full strength, each spell is no less than the explosion of a grenade. Such an existence is undoubtedly fatal in the Muggle world.

The power of magic and the threat of hot weapons seem to have formed a dead knot between wizards and Muggles. This is a bad cycle.

Fan Lin dare not imagine what it would be like if a war broke out between wizards and Muggles.

Fan Lin does not think that wizards can win. After all, talents are the foundation of the world. Only one wizard will be born in ten thousand people. Of course, this is the lowest probability.

However, this also proves the scarcity of wizards. After all, the example of winning more with fewer still exists in books.

If a war really breaks out and angers Muggles, a nuclear warhead will come down, and the entire Ministry of Magic will be razed to the ground without any surprise.

But...

Fan Lin feels that he seems to have thought too complicated. Wizards hide, which seems to have developed into a law.

Fanlin had also seen with his own eyes the power of magic, the explosion of magic arrays that was no less powerful than missiles. Isn't this also the power of wizards? It's just that this is a different way of transferring and venting energy.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic." A mechanized female voice suddenly pulled Fanlin back to reality.

Fanlin only felt that they had dived a few hundred feet. This was the underground world of London, the kingdom of wizards, and the location of the Ministry of Magic in the United Kingdom.

You may not believe it, but Fanlin was following the world's greatest white wizard, Albus Dumbledore, through the guest passage to enter the highest authority in the magic world.

Everything here was paved with black tiles, and the edges and corners were all covered with golden carvings.

In front of him was a huge fountain, in which sat a huge golden statue of art, which was not a difficult task for the Ministry of Magic.

And the place where Fanlin and his friends came down was also a piece of black tiles. Fanlin guessed that some concealing magic similar to the entrance of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters was cast, in order not to destroy the overall coordination.

The floating magic circle replaced the elevator cable, and no matter where you go, you can always find traces of Muggles.

Like most government agencies, there are many people coming and going in the Ministry of Magic. After all, all judicial and administrative agencies are located hundreds of feet underground in London.

Fanlin felt that this place was more like a huge subway station, except that the original human-shaped passages were replaced by one fireplace after another.

This is the station for wizards, and it is also a transit station for all flying furnaces.

The Ministry of Magic must be responsible for wizards, right?

Fanlin also knew that the Prime Minister knew the existence of the Ministry of Magic, otherwise, without the permission of the Muggles, the Ministry of Magic would not be able to stay so safely underground in London.

"How does it feel?" Dumbledore said, "It's a good experience to cross the earth's crust. People who came to the Ministry of Magic used to take the flying furnace."

"Great elevator." Fanlin nodded, he looked at the sky, the entire dozens of feet high wall was decorated with glass, and there were countless paper cranes in the form of documents flying over Fanlin's head.

It is worth mentioning that the Ministry of Magic seemed to be trying to stagger the time of Muggles. It was only seven o'clock in the morning, and the fireplaces on both sides had never stopped. Every time the green flame lit up, someone would walk out of the flame. Perhaps this was what attracted him to magic.

"Where are we going?" Dumbledore said, pointing to the elevator next to the circular hall.

Strictly speaking, their current location is more like a station.

The people coming and going were not all staff members of the Ministry of Magic. Fanlin even heard some hawking sounds, which reminded him of Diagon Alley.

"Daily newspaper, daily newspaper, the latest issue of the Daily Prophet." This is the professional quality of a newspaper boy. Things like newspapers only have good sales in the morning.

"How about it, do you want one?" Dumbledore asked.

"Forget it, Professor Dumbledore." Fanlin shook his head. Compared with the Daily Prophet, he wanted to take a look at the Department of Mysteries. Mr. Weasley's workplace is also OK.

However, Fanlin's wish was destined to fail. They still had a lot of things to do today. Maybe it would be nice to wait for Harry to come together. (To be continued)