[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

September 1978, 9, was just an ordinary Saturday for most wizards.They finished their week of work, took a nap, got up yawning, and when they sat at the dining table and picked up the newspaper to read, they saw the headline on the front page saying, Minister of Magic Harold Minchem, in the early hours of this morning, Signed Wartime Act No.24 70.

A decree whose serial number has already reached the beginning of seven is obviously too long and has not received close attention from too many people.But soon, when they were about to go out to shop, they discovered that this newly released wartime decree was actually closely related to each of them: the Ministry of Magic declared that wizards should use apparation and The Floo powder network has been officially recorded. Knight buses and other means of transportation are not recommended, and it is not recommended to stop on the way to and from work. If you need to purchase at home, you should apply to the Ministry of Magic in advance and keep at least three adult wizards The above travel together - for the sake of everyone's safety.

When the wizards were planning to go out to purchase, they finally discovered the specific content of this horrible decree.After the initial surprise and dismay, most wizards rage, feeling their freedom restricted and their abilities insulted.

"What are those idiots in the Ministry of Magic doing?!" In the Leaky Cauldron, a hale and hearty old wizard was blowing his beard and staring into a rage, slapping the table emotionally, holding a wand in the other hand, He waved vigorously, "What is this doing? Huh?! Are we going to jail?! Being supervised like when we were studying at Hogwarts? Is the next step to reinstall traces on each of us?" Si, until we step into the coffin?!"

The usually crowded and lively bar hall is now deserted, only some wizards who stayed here last night went downstairs to have breakfast.Tom, the boss, was still cleaning the glasses as usual, but his movements were much slower than usual, bored and absent-minded.He remained silent and did not respond to the guest's words, but at the same time he sighed silently, his expression visible to the naked eye.

"It is said that it is because of another attack by the Death Eaters." A travel-worn witch rubbed the center of her brows wearily, slowly stirring her porridge, "I came from the south, and the Death Eaters have always been It hasn't stopped. My aunt died from their attack—she wasn't a rebel, she was just implicated, and those dark wizards don't seem to care much about accuracy."

Unfortunately.The few guests in the bar murmured and stared at each other in silence.

"Shouldn't it be the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic to arrest these indiscriminate and anti-human lunatics? They should be arresting those who kill innocent people indiscriminately, rather than restraining all good wizards who abide by the law!" The old wizard still didn't calm down, he still looked very unhappy, cursing in a bad temper.

"That bunch of trash! The Daily Prophet is right. Our current government is fundamentally incompetent. It is extremely incompetent in governing the people and fighting evil..."

"So you want another faction to be in charge, to make everyone worry about the mysterious person with the Dark Mark above their house?" Someone couldn't help muttering, the voice was not loud, but it was unusually+clear in the empty bar, Let everyone be involuntarily silent again.

"Maybe it won't be worse than it is now." In the silence, someone said in a low voice, "Those who surrender will be spared, won't they? Maybe when the mysterious man takes power completely and turns us all into Death Eaters, we You don't have to worry about being attacked by Death Eaters."

"Are you going to use the Unforgivable Curse on others?" Another person asked him.The wizard who said this moved his lips, but without responding, he turned his head to the side in silence.

Mundungus Fletcher looked around mischievously, and pulled his hood down again.In this age, it is quite common for him to dress up to hide his identity like this. People have gradually become accustomed to not showing their faces in public. Bringing about death.The fact that the Dark Mark and Death Eaters will besiege your house tomorrow is no mere joke.

He bent his back even more, quietly left the Leaky Cauldron, and returned to Dumbledore with the information he had collected in three places this morning.The result was foreseen: the situation was as bad as expected.

"The situation is as bad as expected." Edgar Burns said wearily. He met with the director of the Office of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, Foddy Richards. The two people with tired and black eyes were right. With a gloomy look, they walked towards the meeting room together.

"It's really bad." Foddy Richards sighed deeply and shook his head, "Not to mention ordinary wizards, there are many people in the Ministry who do not support the new decree. They feel that no matter how serious the situation is, the Ministry No one should have signed such a decree—it is the strongest evidence of our incompetence, Edgar, and it may be worse than the dire situation."

"But it's time for ordinary wizards to be vigilant." Edgar Bones said seriously, "Death Eaters are becoming more and more arrogant and have no scruples. They won't object just because you didn't speak out. Just let you go, just like the attack that happened last night, a family of four wizards and sixteen Muggle neighbors around them, a big explosion, twenty lives withered overnight."

These people worked overtime all night. The No.70 Wartime Decree No. [-] was signed in the early morning, and everyone in the Ministry of Magic was busy with this emergency, and no one could sit at home with peace of mind.

But in times like these, hard work doesn't mean you'll be rewarded.Other offices in the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Department worked out new wartime laws overnight, while the Reversal of Contingencies Squad was out all night trying to undo the effects of the big bang.They hurried to stop the media who heard the news from the Muggle world, and finally just returned to the ministry.

And there are even more troublesome things waiting for them to deal with: in the conference room are representatives of the Muggle government who came to ask for accountability, asking them to explain the [-] innocent lives implicated. The Muggle Issue Mediation Committee The people have already rushed over.

The atmosphere in the conference room was too serious. After Edgar Burns and Freddy Richards arrived, all the heads of the Legal Enforcement Division had already gathered in the office. Two Muggles were sitting opposite them. At this time His expressions were extremely serious.

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his 40s or [-]s, wearing strange close-fitting clothing - some of those more familiar with the Muggle world knew it as a suit.The other Muggle woman looked too youthful, with her blond hair combed back neatly and extremely pale eyes.

"Welcome, Special Liaison Officer of the Muggle Government," said the Director of Law Enforcement politely.When Edgar saw him last night, he still had a sad expression on his face, but in front of the two Muggles who came to ask him to be accountable, he maintained his reservedness and decency that belonged to a wizard very well, with a look on his face. Smile and speak kindly.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm, Director, but if possible, we all hope that there will be no such meeting." The middle-aged male Muggle said with a frown. Ask without hesitation.

"We respect your magical neighbors, but you can't implicate us every time - our cabinet can't explain it to the people!"

"This is something that can't be helped." The director of the Department of Legal Enforcement laughed, and spread his hands on the muddy ground. He said helplessly in a tone that tried to explain to the children why three cannot be equal to four, "Some Malicious black wizards are destroying indiscriminately, and we are hunting them down with all our strength, but this requires a process and time, and we ask our good neighbors to understand."

This official speech is very beautiful, very government, and he might say the same in other places.The middle-aged male Muggle opened his mouth, a little short of words. He stared at the director of the Department of Legal Enforcement opposite him for a few seconds, then turned his head and looked at the young colleague sitting next to him.

"Actually, we don't understand." The young female Muggle said seriously.Her eyes flicked across the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic one by one, her eyes were so clear and clear that the wizards unconsciously put aside their thoughts of fooling the Muggles away as soon as possible.

"If you have not been able to solve yourselves and have been affecting our world, for the safety of our people, I think it is time for us to tell the truth to the people-our compatriots died for no reason, not because of a ridiculous gas explosion, but It's because there are wizards killing, trying to get over all of us because they have some power. Their lives are being threatened and they have a right to know."

"That won't work!" the Director of Law Enforcement denied without thinking, "This violates the International Law of Wizarding Secrecy—"

"Your laws." The female Muggle said coldly, "When your war has spread to us, I don't think it is necessary for us to cooperate with you in your actions."

The face of the Director of the Law Enforcement Department changed slightly, he slowly narrowed his eyes, and for the first time looked at the Muggle opposite him so seriously.

"It's naive to think like that," he said slowly. "You're forcing wizards to use magic against you. Maybe you don't know, but we wizards have a spell called forgetting everything, which makes you forget about you." Everything that was said today."

"Hold my ears and steal my ears." The young Muggle woman looked at him without fear, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I know this spell, Director, and I know that there are many spells that can make me instantly become an idiot , or kill me altogether. But I sit here on behalf of all the Muggles affected by the magical war, and you can't kill us all - and as long as one of us Muggles is affected by the innocent harm, then he will sit here instead of me and have a new round of negotiations with you."

The director of the Department of Legal Enforcement opened his mouth, but no words came out.He stared at her, and the conference room fell into a dead silence.

Then someone suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, and everyone looked at him.

"Wait, I've seen you." said Foddy Richards, director of the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic Office, his eyes widened in astonishment. "You... came to the Ministry of Magic because of the Westminster Bridge collapse incident. That... that Muggle..."

"It seems that you have a good memory, Director Richards." The young female Muggle looked at him, slightly curled the corners of her lips, and said politely and calmly, "Penny Evans, I guess the last time you Didn't take the trouble to remember my name."

Everyone's eyes were on him, which made Foddy Richards a little restless.He stared at Petunia in astonishment, and subconsciously said, "If I remember correctly, you have a boyfriend who is studying at Hogwarts...Why are you there? You should be—"

our side.Freddy Richards wanted to say that, but under Petunia's gaze, he swallowed the second half of the sentence and didn't really say it.

"That's my husband now, sir," said Petunia Evans quietly. "I came into this world because I fell in love with a wizard, but I never forgot that I was a Muggle, as I Didn't change my last name because I always remember who I'm speaking for now, sir. If you can remember that this is not a gossip time, then we should be back in the meeting, and by the way, don't try to use Magic threatens me, gentlemen, since you already know that my husband is a famous wizard inventor, if you are not sure of killing me with one blow, you must be in more trouble than you are now. If I fall here, The Muggle media all over the UK will speak for me - far more than the work of the Reversal of Incidents team, I promise."

After Petunia said these words, the meeting finally continued in a weird atmosphere.But the result was not optimistic, as Penny and her cabinet colleague Nelson Mullen had expected.

"A wizard with high self-esteem." After leaving the hidden Ministry of Magic and walking under the sky of London again, Nelson Mullen spat on the ground indignantly, "They treat us as fools..."

"It's going to change, Mr. Mullen," said Penny seriously. "That's what we're doing, I promise."

They finished their work and separated on the street. Nielsen returned to the government and reported to the Prime Minister, while Petunia raised her hand to hail a taxi and returned to her home.

She got off the car in front of a row of small bungalows in the center of the block, walked to one of them, opened the door with the key, and walked in.The living room was empty.She fumbled through her key chain, found a beautiful hollow metal iron piece, went to a door next to the living room, stuck on the lock of that door, and pulled the door outward .

In an instant, the hustle and bustle came, and several people turned their heads to look at the door, and when they saw her, they all smiled.

"You're back, Petunia?" they greeted her briskly.

There were some pages of paper spread out in a mess on the coffee table, and the wizards messed them up. Lily was waving her magic wand to arrange the pages one by one in order.James stared intently at the two sheets of paper in his hand, murmuring words, looking excited and smug, while Sirius seemed to have finished her job and was playing with the vase she bought last month - he directed it with his wand Floating in the air, placed it in various strange places at home to observe, Remus and Peter were all watching.

"I'm back—don't mess with my vase! Unless you make sure you can restore it to its original state when you leave!" Petunia declared immediately, taking a step forward, and stepped over.

Her husband sits on the couch in their home—another living room here.He stood up and walked towards her, and they embraced and kissed each other on the cheek.

"Thank you, dear," he said. "How's it going?"

"It's bad," Petunia said. "What about you?"

"Not bad," Eli said. "We've decided—tonight, the Daily Prophet."

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