There are Muggles peeping at a werewolf gathering place, which is obviously a scary thing.
But the little wizards didn't quite understand this kind of thing about the survival of the race. Their thinking was still at the level of Anton catching a bad guy, so under the leadership of Anna, they happily went to talk to the chief designer of the werewolf home.
Consult with Mr. Fox to discuss the effect you want.
Anton and Scrimgeour sat silently on a wooden sofa frame in the warehouse, waiting for the conclusion of the Aurors' review in the corner.
Scrimgeour's brows were furrowed, and his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip with water.
"Boss!" Montgomery walked over with an extremely serious expression. "He is a mercenary. He received the mission on the Internet. The most important information obtained was a photo of an employee of this company who transformed into a werewolf on a full moon night.
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"The Internet..." Scrimgeour looked up at the gray ceiling with a cigarette in his mouth, and took a deep breath of smoke, "Or is it the website "Mysterious Power"?"
Montgomery shook his head, "It's just some ordinary Muggle website used to post part-time tasks for mercenaries."
"Haha~" Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes, "It seems there are too many people ready to make a move."
"Boss, are we going to war?" An Auror guarding Scrimgeour looked excited and waved his wand, "I want them to know what a wizard is."
Scrimgeour said nothing, but stared at him coldly.
Staring at him coldly.
The Auror swallowed, "I...I...did I say the wrong thing...I..."
Scrimgeour sneered, "You idiots, why don't you understand that we wizards are the vulnerable group, otherwise why would there be an International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy? If Muggles and wizards go to war, Muggles will die endlessly.
The fragile world of wizards will definitely collapse."
"We are just rats hiding in the sewers, understand?"
"I don't understand anything. I just listen to some discriminatory remarks about Muggles to feel superior. I really don't believe it."
He stood up and called to Anton, "Let's go take a look."
As he said that, he looked back at Montgomery and said, "Keep digging, I don't care whether you use memory extraction, veritaserum, or even the Soul Imperius Curse, dig out all the information in his head!"
Montgomery swallowed, "The Imperius Curse?"
This is the unforgivable curse!
"Yes, the Imperius Curse!" Scrimgeour spit out the cigarette butt on the ground, lifted up his leather shoe and crushed it hard, "Back then, Death Eaters caused death at will, and our Auror Office was allowed to use the Unforgivable Curse. Now, you
Do you think this person has caused less harm to the wizarding world than Death Eaters?"
"I will issue you a special mission execution document."
He walked up to the mercenary and looked down at him coldly.
Anton watched this scene with some silence. This middle-aged man was tied to a chair. He didn't know what kind of interrogation he had undergone. He was sweating profusely, his face was a little pale, and his hair was sticky on his forehead, revealing a pair of
Evil eyes.
Scrimgeour slowly took out the silver metal cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette from it, and shook his arm at the middle-aged man.
"Untie him."
An Auror raised his wand and waved it. The rope on the middle-aged Muggle's body flickered and fell to the ground.
The middle-aged man rubbed his wrist, suddenly raised his head and sneered at Scrimgeour and Anton, bang~
There was an explosion.
He suddenly disappeared.
"He's a wizard!" An Auror exclaimed in disbelief, and quickly waved the wand in his hand again, "Confinement movement!"
Bang~
The middle-aged man appeared in front of everyone again, looking at everything in front of him with a stunned look on his face. He lost his balance and fell to the ground with a clatter.
"Heh~"
Scrimgeour sneered and looked down at him, "How could such a stupid person choose to use "Apparition" in battle? You didn't learn it when you were in school. This magic trick has publicly released countermeasures.
Is it a curse?"
"If I hadn't kept you useful, I could have just taken the opportunity to let you assign tens of thousands of destinations to you while you were on the move.
What is the 565 weakened version of the wizard?
Every part will be found in every corner of the UK."
"I think he really doesn't understand." Anton squatted down in front of the middle-aged man with great interest, staring at him as if he were watching a rare animal. This expression made the middle-aged man hit him hard.
A tremor.
It was as if... as if I was not a human being in the eyes of this child.
"This is a Muggle squib!"
"Ha ha···"
Anton happily rolled the middle-aged man's eyelids and observed. The vision of the magic eyes followed his "soul window" and instantly penetrated into the depths of his soul.
"It seems that the book I wrote is still useful. It's great. I finally encountered the second successful case of Muggle Squib."
Scrimgeour listened to Anton's words in some silence and pursed his lips, "At that time, Minister Fudge summoned all the experts and masters in the wizarding world to listen to your speech. In addition, considering the recent rise in the prices of various potion materials,
Some experimental results are also quite normal."
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
Anton sighed and shook his head, letting go of the middle-aged man with some loss of interest, "It is true that people with wizard blood and magic power become wizards, and people without magic power become squibs.
difference."
"He looks a lot weaker. The "Apparition" just now is just a kind of innate magic similar to that of magical animals, and it has been weakened to the extreme."
"It's of no use..."
Anton was still listening to Professor Snape complaining about Goyle and Crabbe yesterday, but if he thinks about it carefully, at least these two children have experienced magic attacks and become wizards. Their talents cannot be awakened compared to these, and they are inherently inferior.
It's already reached a very high level.
"What do you mean?" Scrimgeour was stunned for a moment.
Anton spread his hands, "He is born with insufficient talent and his level is just like that. The idea of being a "Muggle Squib" may be a mistake. Who knows."
"I should have thought of this a long time ago. If you really have talent, you should have awakened as a wizard long ago."
"Probably……"
"There is a high probability that Muggle squibs will become weakened versions of wizards, hehe~"
In other words, a weakened version of Professor Lockhart.
He doesn't know anything, he only has the blood of magical animals brought by a randomly mutated magical Animagus body, and he also has weakened natural talents.
"As long as the number increases, I'm afraid it will become a new ethnic group that is different from Muggles and wizards. What is it, hehe, mutants?"
"Oh, it shouldn't count. After all, wizards will still appear in their descendants."
Anton clapped his hands, "Okay, I have no interest in him anymore. The rest is your business. I have to pick out some furniture and decorate my new home. This is the most important thing."
"By the way, we plan to buy a few Muggle castles. Can you help with the procedures?"
Scrimgeour frowned, thinking about what Anton had just said, and just waved his hand, "Just ask Montgomery to help you."
After a long time, he broke away from his thoughts, looked at the direction Anton left, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "A Muggle castle?"
Do children nowadays play with such big things?
Yes, as the number of Muggle squibs increases, these Muggle castles may become valuable...
Do you want to buy one yourself?
It is said that due to maintenance problems, some Muggle castles only cost a piece of bread.